bit,” he said. I’m going to borrow your truck.”
She nodded, not stopping, not turning to look at him.
Back in the house Bobby picked up her keys and checked her fridge. Driving back down the rural road he turned at the lights and found a grocery store. Walking the aisles he picked up one of everything he thought she would like or need. Stopping at the deli he bought breakfast sandwiches.
Carrying the bags in, he put it all away in the cupboards and fridge. “Breakfast is ready,” he said when she came in.
“Why are you spoiling me?” she asked.
“I love you,” he answered, smiling when she touched his face then wrapped her arms around his waist and held him.
“We’ve got all the time in the world,” he said. “I need you to trust me and to know I love you. Casey, will you talk me and ask for help if you need it?”
They sat at the kitchen table. “You have a great home Casey. Did you buy it like this?”
“No, I remodeled the house last year and had the barn built. Gracie paid for everything with our winnings over the last two seasons. My winnings from riding for Joey and my salary from teaching paid for everything else. It was just right for us. There’s a little over an acre,” she said, wanting to tell him that she did love him, but she couldn’t.
They sat in silence, Bobby wanting to tell her how much he loved her and ask her again to come home with him.
“I live fairly close,” he said. “Just outside of Woodrow.”
“I think I know you didn’t do anything with Jody and Dale,” she whispered.
“Good. That’s a start,” he said thinking maybe she’d come home with him soon.
“I need to call my brother and tell him where I am.”
He pulled his cell out and walked outside.They talked for a while Bobby telling him he wanted a house built as soon as possible.
“Against that small bluff,” he said. “Get a crew to dig a half basement then some framers. The plans are on my desk in the trailer. He waited a minute while Don went to get them. “I want that porch to wrap around the house joining a big patio in the back.”
“Who is she?”
“Maybe I’m just tired of the trailer.”
“I’m not stupid, little brother. You’d have slept in that damn tent all year long if I hadn’t hauled that trailer in. You’re also more talkative than you have been in years.”
“You’ll meet her soon, I hope.”
“Shit, you haven’t even asked her yet,” he laughed.
“Need a house anyway,” Bobbie said. “Hire as many guys as you can, and get it up fast.”
He hung up. The house design was one he’d found last year in The Rancher, a monthly magazine that had cattle and horse articles, news and advertisements. He’d liked it and could picture it sitting in front of the small bluff. He’d almost threw it out before he left for the circuit then kept it for Dale. He thought Dale would be married by now. He’d had the same girlfriend at home for three years, but then again he’d also spent three months of each year playing with Jody.
Walking back into the kitchen, Bobby pulled his woman into his arms. Picking her up, he grinned at her surprised squeal and carried her into the bedroom. Wasting no time he pulled her boots off, took his own off and laid down next to her. He held her close against his chest, whispered her name and kissed the top on head. “Nap time,” he said.
She snuggled against him, their bodies fitting together tight and natural, and they drifted off. It was dark out when he opened his eyes. She was undoing the snaps on his shirt, her fingers brushing over his nipples. She moved down unbuttoned his jeans and slid the zipper down. His eyes were open watching her when she looked up.
“Don’t stop,” he said softly. He lifted when she pulled his jeans off and dropped them on the floor. She hesitated, then pulled his boxers down, dropping them next to his jeans.
He was bigger and harder than he’d ever been. All he
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