“Let’s see if I can make it difficult for you to walk tomorrow anyway.”
Shelly groaned at his response, and then she felt him pull slowly out before thrusting back in. She held onto his ass as it flexed and bunched with each strong slide.
He kissed her beneath her ear, and then did something she hadn’t expected. He rolled them over, and Shelly was now sitting on top of a hot, tense wall of male muscle.
Oh, hell yeah!
Looking down at a strained-face Josh, Shelly placed her hands on his chest and started to slowly roll her hips. She watched his eyes as they traveled all over her, and then she spotted her hat behind his head. Biting her lip and grinning, she stopped and moved forward, leaning over him, which caused him to slip from her body.
“Shelly, what’s wro—” he started.
Then, he saw her move back to sit on his thighs with her hat in her hand.
Smiling down at him, she placed her cowgirl hat on her head before she reached down to grip his cock at the base. Lining it up with herself, she rose up on her knees, and then slowly sank down onto his waiting hardness. She heard his groan and watched as his eyes opened, focusing on her.
“Jesus, Georgia, you’re my every fucking fantasy right now come to life.”
Shelly grinned, licked her lips, and then brought her hands up to play with her breasts as she worked herself on his cock.
She felt him buck up his hips as his big, strong hands gripped her thighs, and she rode him like he had told her he wanted.
As the tempo changed and Josh started to breathe harder, Shelly leaned down and braced her palms against his chest. Rolling her hips up and down as he thrust along with her rhythm, she arched her back and clamped her legs hard around his waist. His mouth opened on a loud groan, and Shelly came right along with Delicious Daniels.
With the sun streaming down on him through the oak leaves, Josh was stretched out on his back as the naked woman on top of him pressed her ear to his chest, tapping her small fingers along to the sound of his heart.
“You have a solid heartbeat. It’s steady and strong,” she told him.
Josh felt a smile form, and then he chuckled. “Oh, for a minute there, I thought you were going to tell me I had something else that was nice and solid.”
He watched as Shelly looked up at him, grinning, from where she was sprawled across him.
“Well, that, too. But, no, I was listening to your heart.”
Josh ran his hands up and down her smooth skin and ended by cupping her sweet ass, pulling her further up his body, so her mouth was within kissing distance. He leaned his head up, pressing his lips to hers.
“That was pretty amazing, cowgirl.”
She grinned against his lips. In her Southern voice, she said, “Well, you know how that lil’ ole saying goes, sugah. Save a horse and ride a cowboy.”
Josh groaned, rolling his eyes. “Please, not the accent,” he told her as she squirmed around on top of him.
“What do ya mean, sugah? I thought you liked my lil’ bit of country.”
Josh laughed as he hugged her close, kissing her right smack on the lips. “That’s the problem. I’m tired, and I like it too much.”
He heard her giggle.
She pronounced in the best country twang she could, “Well, what good are ya to me then? I need me a cowboy who can ride all night. Not one who is done after one lil’ ole session.”
Josh gripped her ass, rolling her over onto her back as she squealed with laughter.
“Okay, Georgia, but remember, you asked for it.”
“Oh, I nevah forget a challenge, cowboy. Now, giddy up!”
Josh groaned as she winked up at him with a sassy smile and smacked him on the ass.
Oh yes, Shelly Monroe is trouble with a capital T, and I love it.
Chapter Sixteen
Around two hours later, Josh was driving them back to the house. As he turned onto her parents’ drive, Shelly was sitting on the far side of the truck, facing him, and Mutley was lying down on the back seat.
He looked over at her and winked, and Shelly felt a delicious thrill all the way to her toes. They had just spent the morning down by the river laughing, making love, and in Shelly’s mind, falling further down the rabbit hole.
When they got closer to the house, she saw her father’s truck parked off to the side. As her eyes moved to the front porch, she saw him sitting on the top step, watching their approach. All of a sudden, last night’s dinner and her conversation with her mother this morning came hurtling back with full force and clarity.
“Shel?” Josh’s voice broke into her thoughts.
Turning her eyes back to his, she noticed he had a worried look on his face. He reached across the truck’s seat and took her hand in his.
“You don’t have to talk to him right now, Shel.”
Shelly nodded and squeezed his hand, grimacing a little. “Yes, I do. He knows.”
“You don’t know that, Georgia.”
“Yes, I do.” She paused and took a deep breath. “He always sits there when he wants to talk.”
She watched as Josh looked out to where her father was waiting, and then he turned back to her.
“Do you want me to come with you?”
Shelly shook her head and removed her hand from his. “No. This is something I need to do by myself.” She paused and unlocked the truck door, pushing it open. “It’s been a long time coming.”
She watched Josh nod.
“I’ll be inside with your mother if you need me, okay?”
Shelly jumped down out of the truck and nodded once. Then, she closed the door and moved around the front, walking over to her father, who was now standing on the top step of the house.
Shelly walked right past the stairs, making her way down the side of the house, and she heard her father follow. She’d be damned if they did this where her mother could walk outside. She’d been through enough already this morning.
When Shelly reached the barn, she turned around and saw her father come to a stop at the door. He leaned against it and waited. She didn’t really know where she wanted to start, so she figured she’d just begin with the question that had been nagging at her all morning.
“How could you have let her stay all these years?”
Shelly watched as the illustrious Dr. Lawrence Monroe took one hand out of his pocket to rub his chin and then asked in his sophisticated Southern drawl.
“I’m trying to decide, Shelly, what right you think you have to question me and my motives.”
Shelly looked at him as though he had gone slightly insane. “Gee, Father, I don’t know? Maybe the same reason why you think you have the right to question my choices.”
“Well, you’re my daughter. I want to make sure you are makin’ the right choices.”
Shelly felt her mouth drop open at the sheer arrogance of him. “Could you possibly be more condescending? You know, as my father, you were supposed to set a good example of the right choices. Wow, what an epic failure on your behalf, wouldn’t you say?”
Shelly watched as he pushed off the door, stepping toward her.
“What’d ya want from me, Princess?” he asked, his smooth charm faltering and his accent getting stronger.
Shelly spun away from him, shaking her head. “I don’t know, Dr. Monroe, maybe a tear?” Turning back to him, she explained, “Maybe then I’d know you care. I keep waiting to feel that you understand just how much pain and embarrassment you have put me through! Not to mention, what you must have put her through over the years.”
Shelly turned away from him, pacing across the barn. She was so angry at him. Couldn’t he see? Couldn’t he understand how his actions had totally destroyed any faith I would ever have in a man? Did he not realize that he was the example I used and applied to every single man that walked into my life? How was I supposed to trust one word out of the mouth of the opposite sex when I can’t even trust my own father?