Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 413(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 413(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
“I love log cabins tucked away like this. They’re so romantic.”
Leaning down, I whispered into her ear, “Good, that’s what I was going for.”
She smiled and gave me a playful push. Taking her hand in mine, we walked up the two steps to the wraparound porch. I pulled out my keys and searched for the one I was looking for.
“You have a key to their cabin?”
“Chance, Dustin’s dad, was roping partners with my uncle Tanner. They were the best of friends. They used to come up here and fish a lot and just get away. Dustin and I, along with his brother Mike, followed the tradition. I can honestly tell you that you’re the first woman besides Dustin’s mom to ever be brought here.”
“Really?” she asked with amusement in her voice. “Why is that?”
“It’s always been a getaway for the guys. Me, Blayze, Bradly, Dustin, and Mike have been the only ones to really use it the last few years. And it’s mostly become a hunting and fishing cabin.” I unlocked the door and motioned for Kipton to walk in.
“There is no way this is a guys’ hangout. It’s stunning!”
“Chance and Maureen, Dustin’s mom and dad, come here to get away. There’s no cell coverage or Internet, so it’s peaceful for them.”
The cabin was small, but not too small. The large living room had a wood-burning fireplace in the corner. A full kitchen and bath, and a loft that had a king-size bed. I took my jacket off and hung it up, then helped Kipton with hers.
“Let me show you around.”
I took her hand once again and walked her through the main room. “This is the living room, with a little dining area right there.”
“There’s already a fire going,” Kipton said, looking over her shoulder at me.
“That was the favor I asked of Dustin. He came up before us and got a fire going so it wouldn’t be freezing in here, and brought us lunch that my mother made.”
She turned around in a circle, then faced me. “So that was what all the texting was about when we were riding back to the barn.”
I smirked. “Nothing gets past you.”
She returned the gesture. “I’m very observant.”
“Good to know.” I headed to the kitchen. “Here’s the kitchen. Maureen has been getting on Chance to update it.”
“Why? These wood cabinets are beautiful.”
“I think she wants one of those farm sinks and new appliances. Dustin also mentioned his folks have been toying with the idea of either selling it or renting it out.”
“It’s so darling. If this was mine, I would never get rid of it.”
Smiling, I showed her where the bathroom was before we climbed up the ladder to the loft. The large king bed took up most of the room, but there was enough space for an oversized chair with a blanket on it.
“I could sit there for hours and read,” Kipton said as she walked over to the chair and sat down. When she looked at me, her face was flushed.
“Is everything okay?”
She nodded, but she looked nervous.
I crouched down so I could look her in the face. “Kip, I didn’t bring you here with any expectations that we would sleep together. I want you to know that. It was the first place I thought of that would give us privacy.”
We’d had to leave through the back of the ranch today, since there was a small group of people waiting at the gate, hoping to get a glimpse of me or Kipton. There wasn’t anything we could do about it, since they weren’t on our private property, but it annoyed the hell out of Blayze and Uncle Ty.
Her body relaxed slightly, but she started to chew on her lip. Clearly she was still nervous.
“And…what if I wanted something to happen between us?”
My heart slammed against my chest, and I couldn’t ignore how my dick instantly went hard. “I guess that would be up to you. We can go at your pace, Kip.”
She let out a soft laugh while she reached up and ran her finger along my jawline. “I like it when you call me, Kip. I’ve never had a nickname before.”
I took her hand and kissed her wrist. “Tell me what else you like, so I can do it more often.”
Her cheeks instantly went red.
“Are you thinking about Vegas?”
“Yes,” she said, her voice breathy and full of desire.
“Do you want me to do that again?”
Her eyes snapped to the bed before they cast down and she stared at the floor.
“Kipton, you don’t have to be embarrassed. I always want to know what you’re thinking.”
When her gaze lifted and our eyes met, she swallowed hard. “I have to tell you something, Hunter.”
The seriousness in her voice caused me to frown slightly, wondering what was going on in that head of hers. I took her hands and pulled her out of the chair so we could sit on the bed. Turning, we faced one another.