blowing orgasms before we went back to sleep.
And now, just hours later, my body so sore it hurt to move, and my pussy throbbing from overuse, I was ready to go at it again.
“Morning, baby,” Rowdy smiled as he sat down on the edge of the bed. “Didn’t know how you take your coffee, but that smart girl of yours showed me. She also gave me tips and tricks on how to handle you first thing in the morning. If I didn’t know better, I’d think she might already like me a little bit.”
“Oh, she likes you, believe me,” I told him as I pushed myself up to rest against the headboard. I reached out for the mug Rowdy held toward me and brought it up to my face for a long sip. “Considering that girl wasn’t raised around money, it’s odd that she just naturally knows how to do that nose in the air ‘you’re beneath me, peasant’ look. You’d get that if she didn’t like you. Hell, she loves me and I still get that look occasionally.”
“Leia’s trick is to stare at you like she’s trying to set you on fire with her mind,” Rowdy chuckled. “I grounded her once and I’m pretty sure she singed my hair.”
I studied his profile as he sat on the bed beside me, enjoying the freedom I had to just inspect every part of him in the light. It wasn’t as uncomfortable as I thought it would be, that morning after your first sexual encounter thing that usually happened. This felt comfortable and right and I didn’t feel at all shy when he noticed me staring at him.
“What’s up?” Rowdy asked, one eyebrow up in question.
“I’ve never thought that long hair on a guy was sexy until I met you,” I told him honestly. “And I can't figure you out. You’ve got the long hair and the earrings, but no tattoos. You live out in the country and enjoy your horses, but you ride a motorcycle and belong to a well known MC. Your house is immaculate, your sheets smell like they were washed yesterday, but your daughters room looks like a tornado came in and there were no survivors. You’re a sculptor who does work that could rival that of any found in a renowned art gallery, but you have a 1500-piece puzzle on a card table in the corner of your room and the picture on the box shows that it’s the Deathstar .”
“I’m a conundrum,” Rowdy shrugged with a smile.
“You really are!” I laughed and took another sip of my perfectly doctored coffee. “I don’t get it.”
“I was raised here and grew up loving the fact that I can watch the sunset and sunrise both from my front porch. I love horses because they’re beautiful and elegant, but sturdy and tough at the same time, kind of like my motorcycle. I have long hair because I like it, except on mornings like today when it’s all in my face and I have to pull it back. I don’t have tattoos because I have never found one that could describe how much I love my daughter other than the old putting her name across my heart and I want something a little different than that. I like puzzles because everything has a place it belongs and there’s no doubt about where it goes, but I like sculpture because it’s like creating something out of nothing.”
“See? A conundrum!” I laughed. “I like that there’s so much more to you than just a pretty face.”
“I like that about you, too,” Rowdy said with a sweet smile. “Smart, funny, a good mom, a mama bear when it comes to protecting her baby girl, a beautiful face, those legs and thighs that I could just touch all day long, the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, and an ass that just begs to have my hand on it.”
“How is my pussy pretty?”
“There is no ‘how’ when you’re trying to explain something beautiful. It just is.”
“Your dick is gorgeous,” Sierra shrugged. “I guess I don’t know how to explain that.”
“Well, the girls are going to be out in the barn for at least the next hour, so we could reintroduce your pretty pussy to my gorgeous cock and see how that plays out.”
“When I was listing your attributes, did I mention that you're insatiable and a total monster in bed?”
“No, you skipped over those two,” Rowdy said as he took my mug out of my hand