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blown country boy comes to mind when I see him. A black t-shirt is straining against his build along with tight worn jeans. Cowboy steamy! “Everything’s done, man. I’ll be back tomorrow,” he says to Tanner.
    “Alright, man. Thanks.” They give each other a one-armed bro-hug and before walking off Mack tips his hat again at me.
    “So can I show you around?” Tanner tugs my hand again, leading me to follow him before giving me a chance to ask any questions.
    I’ve never seen inside of a barn except on TV, and I’m impressed with how well kept it is. There are several stalls on each side, blue and grey totes sitting outside each stable door, and little rectangle packages of hay everywhere.
    After the quick tour of the barn, he escorts me into his house entering the living room first. I’m fascinated by how the rustic country mixed with modern décor flows. I’m impressed at his living standards, but not shocked since I know he likes the finer things. The house has an open floor plan, and the kitchen is in sight of the living room. It resembles one that I’ve seen from a magazine with dark cabinets and stainless steel appliances. Simply fascinating. He seats me on the couch in front of a large grey stone fireplace joining right beside me.
    “So, this is me. All the fanciness as you call it is me too, but it’s only the business side. I don’t share this side of myself with many.”
    “And…why are you sharing all of it with me?”
    “You said something last night that really impressed me,” his voice is sincere, “I’ve never had a woman to tell me they weren’t interested in fancy. Never had one tell me I’m out of their league,” he shakes his head smiling at the memory.
    I’m embarrassed that I said that now. I feel like I judged a book by its cover. We lock eyes, a glimmer of desire washes over his and he leans in, pulling me closer by my waist. He lowers his gaze to my lips, and my breath hitches. I watch in slow motion as his lips close in on mine. My heart’s beating right out of my chest when his soft lips reach mine. Fireworks explode around us. Red, green, white, flash behind my eyelids. I part my lips allowing him to explore, our tongues twirl around, finding their ways. I place my hand on his smooth face as he brings his hand to my neck leaning me back to the couch. He lays me down, never unlocking his lips from mine, moving in between my legs that ever so easily open up for him. His kiss becomes harder and more intense. He gently pulls my hair forcing me to give him my neck releasing an assault of teething and biting. My blood sizzles and I moan out. He groans as I drag my fingernails across his back pulling him down into me. Even through the fabric of his shirt I can feel his muscles are defined gracefully, moving against each movement he makes. He pushes the hardness of his arousal against my clothed sex and a wave of ecstasy spreads to my most sensitive areas. My nipples beg to be touched, my sex begging to have him in me. The world has become fuzzy around me, but suddenly I feel easy and inches from a slut. I don’t sleep with someone this soon…never. Don’t judge me.
    “Wait.” I plea against his lips, “Wait, please.”
    He ceases his sexy as hell assault and pulls back puzzled. “I can’t do this. Not this soon.” I say too embarrassed to look at him.
    He straightens himself up taking in a slow painful breath. I sit up keeping my eyes on the floor, happy that I didn’t give in, pissed that I stopped it. Placing a finger under my chin, he forces me to look at him. The appreciation in his smile has made its way to his gentle eyes. “A strong woman who respects herself. I like that too.”
    It’s my turn to seem confused. Most men act out, pissed that their dicks are swollen with no release from the intended actions, but not Tanner. He tugs my arm yanking me off the couch and places a kiss against my hair. I melt. Done. A gooey mess in the floor. “Come on, let me show