conversation was stilted.
“So, Dyl, a farmer by day and a dancer and singer by night? An unusual mix,” she threw out.
“When Rhiannon wanted to take up dancing, she wouldn’t go alone. Same with the voice training. Yeah, big brother learned a lot in her earlier years.”
“That’s so sweet. Do you both still go to class together?”
“She quit dance after six weeks. Just like she quit karate, soccer, and film club.”
“Ah, she’s an interest hopper?”
He nodded, his ruggedly handsome features wrinkling with a grin. “ Ia . The only thing she ever stuck with was the voice training. She’ll be a big opera star one day.” A tendril bounced over her face, and he twirled it around his finger before brushing it to the side. “So what about you, Miss America? How’d you get into the astrology game?”
“You don’t need to hear about that.” Silence hit them again. She quickly added, “Dyl, is this a popular spot?”
“Not really.” He leaned back on the blanket, his hands resting behind his head. “The drive is too steep for most, but the view makes it worthwhile, don’t you think?”
Nodding, she shuffled beside him and circled a finger around the dimple on his left cheek while admiring his wide jaw line and plump lips. It was as if she saw him for the first time.
“You know, this look is good on you. Before, it felt like you were hiding from the world, from me.”
“Oh, love, I shaved for one reason and one reason only.”
“Oh?”
“I felt bad for grazing your lips.” He brushed a finger over her mouth.
She coiled her lips and flicked her tongue over his digit. “Dyl, if you were a gentleman, you’d kiss me better.”
“Who said I was a gentleman?” He grinned, showing those sexy dimples of his. “You know, I have condoms with me.”
“What could you be proposing, Mr. Mostyn?”
“A spot of fun.” He rested on his elbows and settled a hand on her lap. “You game?”
“Why do you think I wore a dress?” She hitched the material over her thighs and slid his hand beneath. “I hoped the opportunity would arise.”
“Oh, it’s risen.” He grabbed her hand and moved it to his hard-on.
“If I sat on your dick and spread my skirt around, no one would ever know if a passerby happened upon us.”
“I like the way you think, Chantilly.”
Her little man-free vacation in Wales had taken a turn.
She liked it. She liked it a lot.
Chapter Fourteen
Snug in her cottage with the fire blazing and her sofa being kept warm by a sexy man who also knew his way around the bedroom—and the kitchen, Zoe had put aside her novel and finished proofreading her article on her laptop. A smile curled her mouth. She was darn proud of her piece. It had warmth and was lighthearted with a feel-good vibe. She knew in the deepest depths of her soul that Rachel was going to love it.
“My zing is back, and it’s all thanks to your dick,” she called to her lover, who’d spent the night as he often had since their little day trip. He didn’t even seem to mind she was hard at work typing. He encouraged her, made coffees when she seemed tired, and had nipped out to the fish ‘n’ chip shop for takeout for two. And when she’d rather play than work, he encouraged that, too.
“Glad my crotch has been of great help to you.” He tousled his thick, uncombed hair and lounged on the sofa in sweats. Kicking his white-sock-adorned feet up on the coffee table, he switched channels to the news.
“Look at you, all swag.”
“Full of it.” He grabbed his crotch and readjusted himself.
“You are darn irresistible, Dylan Mostyn.”
“You love it. Now get back to work so you can find more zing.”
She actually did love it. She loved how comfy he was around her, how natural it seemed simply having him around.
She glanced at the TV. The weather was on. “What’s in store today, then?”
“Cloudy with a chance of rain, of course.” He grinned.
“Does it ever not rain in
“So, Dyl, a farmer by day and a dancer and singer by night? An unusual mix,” she threw out.
“When Rhiannon wanted to take up dancing, she wouldn’t go alone. Same with the voice training. Yeah, big brother learned a lot in her earlier years.”
“That’s so sweet. Do you both still go to class together?”
“She quit dance after six weeks. Just like she quit karate, soccer, and film club.”
“Ah, she’s an interest hopper?”
He nodded, his ruggedly handsome features wrinkling with a grin. “ Ia . The only thing she ever stuck with was the voice training. She’ll be a big opera star one day.” A tendril bounced over her face, and he twirled it around his finger before brushing it to the side. “So what about you, Miss America? How’d you get into the astrology game?”
“You don’t need to hear about that.” Silence hit them again. She quickly added, “Dyl, is this a popular spot?”
“Not really.” He leaned back on the blanket, his hands resting behind his head. “The drive is too steep for most, but the view makes it worthwhile, don’t you think?”
Nodding, she shuffled beside him and circled a finger around the dimple on his left cheek while admiring his wide jaw line and plump lips. It was as if she saw him for the first time.
“You know, this look is good on you. Before, it felt like you were hiding from the world, from me.”
“Oh, love, I shaved for one reason and one reason only.”
“Oh?”
“I felt bad for grazing your lips.” He brushed a finger over her mouth.
She coiled her lips and flicked her tongue over his digit. “Dyl, if you were a gentleman, you’d kiss me better.”
“Who said I was a gentleman?” He grinned, showing those sexy dimples of his. “You know, I have condoms with me.”
“What could you be proposing, Mr. Mostyn?”
“A spot of fun.” He rested on his elbows and settled a hand on her lap. “You game?”
“Why do you think I wore a dress?” She hitched the material over her thighs and slid his hand beneath. “I hoped the opportunity would arise.”
“Oh, it’s risen.” He grabbed her hand and moved it to his hard-on.
“If I sat on your dick and spread my skirt around, no one would ever know if a passerby happened upon us.”
“I like the way you think, Chantilly.”
Her little man-free vacation in Wales had taken a turn.
She liked it. She liked it a lot.
Chapter Fourteen
Snug in her cottage with the fire blazing and her sofa being kept warm by a sexy man who also knew his way around the bedroom—and the kitchen, Zoe had put aside her novel and finished proofreading her article on her laptop. A smile curled her mouth. She was darn proud of her piece. It had warmth and was lighthearted with a feel-good vibe. She knew in the deepest depths of her soul that Rachel was going to love it.
“My zing is back, and it’s all thanks to your dick,” she called to her lover, who’d spent the night as he often had since their little day trip. He didn’t even seem to mind she was hard at work typing. He encouraged her, made coffees when she seemed tired, and had nipped out to the fish ‘n’ chip shop for takeout for two. And when she’d rather play than work, he encouraged that, too.
“Glad my crotch has been of great help to you.” He tousled his thick, uncombed hair and lounged on the sofa in sweats. Kicking his white-sock-adorned feet up on the coffee table, he switched channels to the news.
“Look at you, all swag.”
“Full of it.” He grabbed his crotch and readjusted himself.
“You are darn irresistible, Dylan Mostyn.”
“You love it. Now get back to work so you can find more zing.”
She actually did love it. She loved how comfy he was around her, how natural it seemed simply having him around.
She glanced at the TV. The weather was on. “What’s in store today, then?”
“Cloudy with a chance of rain, of course.” He grinned.
“Does it ever not rain in
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