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Nannying for the Abbotts wasn’t easy work, but it was honest work. You come in at 8am every morning just to take Amy to school, and do household work until it’s time to pick her up. You only started working with the Abbotts after Rachel’s disappearance, or her willingly leaving, the jury was still out on which one it is. Perry Abbott hired you to be there for Amy until Rachel came back or was found. To be like a mother for her; nine months later, you still have a job. You felt for Perry, he was a working man and without Rachel around, it was hard to be a working man and a father. 

Good thing Rhett Abbott was around too. 

The (usually) irresponsible, rugged, and reckless Rhett Abbott was nothing of the sort when it came to his niece. She was receiving the princess treatment most women dreamed of having, and from someone who’ll love her unconditionally, nonetheless. Kindness that eventually extended over to you. At times, you and Rhett would drive to Amy’s school and pick her up, take her out, and get her ready for bed. It was hard to view Rhett as the bull rider, the occasional drunk, the dirty rancher. When he was around you and Amy, he was nothing short of a gentleman. 

It drove you up the wall.

Mainly because Rhett would pretty much do your job for you, which made you wonder why you woke up so early to be there in the first place; But also because Rhett was cheeky about his kindness. It was like you were Mary Poppins, and Rhett was the chimney sweeper that didn’t care about anything else but having a good time. Of course, you only thought this as Amy fell asleep on your lap while watching Mary Poppins. Always asking you for permission to do something as if you weren't an employee of the ranch. As if it wasn’t his home. Bastard. 

Rhett was one of the busiest people you knew. Growing up in Wabaang, you knew the Abbotts were hard working and didn’t care for nonsense. Yet, for some reason, and on most days, Rhett was caught up in doing things for you and Amy. It was easy to chalk it up to an uncle wanting to do something nice for his niece, wanting to distract her from whatever was going on with her father. It was harder to accept any other answer that could explain his playful, and sometimes, flirty nature towards you. Rhett has always had the biggest crush on that bank teller, Maria, he wasn’t going to fall for some twenty something year old playing house with his niece. 

Amy had been getting into buttonquails. Which was a problem for a while. Normal kids want dogs, or maybe a cat. Perry would’ve been fine with a bunny or something. But buttonquails? It seemed absurd. You understood, especially after seeing some pictures of the fully grown birds. Perry gave her the thumbs up, said that it was perfectly fine to have maybe two or three quails. Then Rhett went and ordered five quails, and has been helping Amy raise them in the incubator while you watch from the clothesline, folding laundry. God, no wonder Maria was all over Rhett, look how gentle he is with Amy, and with the quails (conveniently named the Chicks after…well, the Chicks). The way he held them, the way his sleeves were rolled up, with his jeans covered in dirt and the sun glistening on his sweaty arms; such a hard worker. What a good, honest man. So…responsible.

Yes, Rhett Abbott was driving you up the wall.

And today was no different, Amy was at a friend's house and you were stuck doing the dishes. From the corner of your eye, you can see Rhett’s truck pull in, and your eyes followed him as he got plywood from the back of his truck and took it to the barn. You hate to admit that you were watching him a bit too closely, because your eyes met briefly, and when they did, he signaled you to come over. Your facial expression gave off annoyed, but deep down, you were elated. You washed the soap suds off your hands and stepped outside; wearing a blue gingham top, jean shorts with stars on them, brown cowboy boots, and your hair flowing in the wind.

Rhett smiled over at you and held up the plywood. “Hey lady.” he smirked. “Guess what I got.”

You cross your arms. “Let me guess, arrested?” you joked. 

He shook his head. “I ain’t even gon’ argue with you about how dumb that was, too psyched about this.” he pulled out cans of paint. “Y’know how Amy’s growin’ fond of the Chicks?” he asked, and you nodded. “Well, the Chicks are gettin’ big. We don’t got a coop for them yet, so I'm gonna build one for her, paint it pink.” He said with a grin, getting a folded piece of paper out of his pocket and handing it to you.

You examine the page, seeing a drawn out coop in crayon. You smiled softly. “She was telling me about the petal pavilion.” you hummed. “Yeah? Well, I'm gonna make it a reality for her. Gonna be a sweet surprise. You’re…more than welcomed to help out.” Rhett offered, his brown eyes staring over as he tipped his hat. God, always taking Amy into consideration, always wanting to make sure she’s happy. Being so paternal. It does something to your stomach. You hand him back the drawing. “Can’t today, cowboy. Got laundry to do.”

“Cmon, it needs a woman’s touch.”

You could think of a couple of other things that needed a woman’s touch, but you divulge. “I’m serious, Rhett. Perry’s out doin’ god knows what, and your folks are out of town. Maybe later when it’s time to paint it.” you hummed. 

Rhett nodded. “Alright, whatever you say, lady.” he sounds a bit defeated. “If you need any help again with feeding the quails, don’t be afraid to ask. The last thing I need is for you to get stressed out even more without Amy being here.”

You scoff. “I know how to feed quails, Rhett.” your voice slightly raises as he walks away from you, a small smile overcoming you as he whipped around. “Whatever you say, lady!” he yelled back with a smile, disappearing into the barn. Lady. It got on your nerves, even if it was endearing. To be fair, you were years younger than him. When he was a senior in high school, you were a freshman. Now you’re twenty something and he’s pushing thirty. If anything, you could yell back ‘whatever, old man.’ Yet, it didn’t feel right. Whatever. You turn back around and walk to the home, trying to finish up your chores before you have to go pick up Amy from her friend’s house.  

In the back of your mind, however, all you could think about was Rhett building that coop. That red flannel fit him perfectly, so did those Wrangler jeans, fitting so perfectly around his hips. He smelled like saw dust, yes, but also pine. Was he using pine wood for the coop? Or was it cedar? You couldn’t help but stop to think about how his eyes twinkled at you when he asked for your help. A big man like him could do it on his own, but it was just more sweeter than he wanted you there. 

And when you were doing the laundry, and got the first load into the wash tub, you couldn't help but get a whiff of his cologne. When you were doing the dishes, you couldn’t help but notice how he put everything away before you got there. When you were cleaning the front of the home, near the door, you couldn't help but look at old family photos of the Abbotts; when they were all younger. Rhett was a bit of an ugly duckling, a funny looking kid…God, you wanted one. 

You ovulating wasn’t helping your cause. 

You weren't seriously attracted to Rhett Abbott though, right? You couldn’t be. Maybe just for today, hopefully…?

You hadn’t been with anyone for a while either, not that you didn’t want to be celibate, Wabaang is just a small town where gossip spreads fast. Aside from a few eligible bachelors, there were the Tillersons. It would be beyond conflicting if you slept with a Tillerson boy while working for the Abbotts, considering their feud. It sucked that Rhett wasn’t one of those eligible bachelors you could muck around with.

Later in the afternoon, you passed by the barn with a basket full of wet laundry. The clothesline was next to the barn, since Mrs. Abbott's herb garden was next to the home. You glanced in the barn and saw Rhett hammering in a nail, while another hung from his lips. His flannel was off now, and he was left in a white wifebeater. Sweaty, tanned, lifting things, setting things down, hammering, hammering, hammering. You were pretty much drooling before catching yourself spying on him. You knocked on the barn door and smiled, setting the basket of wet laundry down. 

He glanced up at you, a tight smile forming as he took the nail out of his mouth. “Hey lady.” he hummed. “Was just thinking about when you were gonna come out here, you off to get Amy any time soon?” he asked. 

You shook your head. “Maybe in like an hour or two. Why? What do you need?” you saunter over to the nearly finished coop. It was actually impressive how much he got done in such little time. He chuckled softly to himself. “Why you always thinking I need somethin’ from you?” 

“Isn’t that why I’m here?” you chirped. 

Rhett smirked to himself. “Sure, maybe.” He looked down at his boots. “Help me paint the coop.” he stated, more as a demand rather than a favor. “I know I know, you’re busy with the…” he waves his hand around. “The laundry, but Amy will appreciate this a lot more than having the laundry done.” he joked. Touche. It would mean a lot to Amy if the coop was done when she got home. The look on her face would mean everything to the both of you. So you turned over to Rhett, and gave him a weak smile. “You’re right, I got nothin’ better to do.” 

“That’s the spirit.” His voice rang, almost sounding too cheery to be out of kindness and more from excitement. He reached over for the plastic paint pans and poured a light pink shade into them, handing you a small paint brush before dipping his own in the paint. “Never get to really talk to you without Amy around, just wanted to thank you.” he turned to you. Thank you? Since when you were ever thanked for anything around here. Sure, you were paid handsomely for your time, but never out right thanked. You listened intently as Rhett continued. “Perry was a mess when Rachel…well.” he sighed softly. “He was against gettin’ help, thought he could do it all on his own. If it wasn’t for mama and I pushing him to hire a nanny, he would be drivin’ himself crazy.” 

“It’s the least I could do, I can’t imagine a child losing a mother like that.” you said as you swiped the paintbrush across the wood. “You’re pretty good with her, never thought you had a soft underbelly like that.” you joked, hoping that it would land. 

He chuckled. “Well, now you know.” he smiled at you. “What, you thought someone like me couldn’t be levelheaded and calm n’ shit?” he nudged towards you. 

You shook your head. “I’ve seen you get into a bar fight once with a Tillerson over a football game, so no, I didn’t believe you could be levelheaded and calm n’ shit.” you sarcastically jabbed. “I’m…glad I was wrong.” you said softly. 

“Wait, what was that?” he turned to you, giving you the biggest shit eating grin you’ve ever seen. You already regretted telling him that. You sighed. “Don’t make me take that back, cowboy.” you declared, not wanting to hear Rhett gloat about every good deed he’s ever done. But it was too late, Rhett was already buttering himself up. “I think you said you were wrong about somethin’.” he smirked. Why did he have to look at you that way? It made your stomach churn, your cheeks red, and your blood rush to all sorts of sensitive places. 

“Look, all I said was that you were pretty good with your niece, that’s bare minimum.” Yet, you couldn’t help but be in awe over it. 

“Yeah, it’s practice.”

Practice? You cocked an eyebrow as your arm stopped painting for a second. “Being an uncle and being a father are two very different things, Rhett. That’s like if I thought being a nanny was great practice for being a mom.” you clarified. “You never gave off the impression that you wanted children in the future or to even be married. Does Maria know?”

You saw Rhett's demeanor change, he cleared his throat and looked down at the floor, halting his own painting in the process, as his shoulders slowly slumped. “Maria and I…” his voice faded softly. “We didn’t work out.” he kept it short. 

“Rhett…” you spoke softly. “I’m…sorry, I didn’t know-”

“-It’s fine, lady.” He scratched the back of his neck, starting to paint again. “Seriously, we just wanted different things outta life. She’s movin’ to Boston and, well, my life is here. Can’t uproot my life for a woman who doesn’t want what I want. Make the same mistake Perry did with Rachel.” he turned to you. “Besides, Amy can’t lose anyone else.” God, so loyal. Surprisingly reflective. “It’s nice you know what you want, feel like most boys my age won’t ever know what they want.” you expressed. 

Rhett lightly laughed. “Yeah, that’s what bein’ in your twenties is. Never got that luxury though. Always knew what I wanted. Just feel like I’m runnin’ out of time to meet the person I wanna be with. Created a reputation for myself that can’t just be erased overnight.” he shrugged. You scoff. “Men can have babies until they’re like 90, you don’t gotta worry about time, you got your whole life to be a father.” “Yeah, but aint no way I’m getting to 90 alone.” he rebutted. “I want a wife.” 

You blushed at how blunt he was, how serious he was, how…”that’s responsible of you.” you gulped softly. “Figured you’d go down the baby mama route.” 

“Hell nah.” he clicked his tongue. “My woman is gonna have a ring on her finger, she’s going to be taken care of. We’ll hire another nanny so if she wants to work, she can. Joint and separate bank accounts, but she’ll never have to worry about the bills. I’ll make sure she lives a comfortable life. Hell, I’ll build us a house with my own two hands before I’ll ever let her rent some shitty duplex downtown. I’ll do everything around the house like put the dishes away or something just to make her life easier.” he proclaimed. With each passing sentence, your cheeks turned more and more red. Maybe chivalry isn’t dead. “What’s the point of everything if you ain’t got someone worthy to share it with…”

You nodded. “I get that…” you answered. “I knew how much you liked Maria, so I can’t imagine how sucky it is to lose someone you thought you were going to be with in the long haul. But it’s just like how my grandma told me; if one man won’t, another man will…well, woman, in your case.” 

“Easy for you to say, lady.” he hummed. “You’re just as young n’ dumb as the boys you complain about. You’re free to mess up. I’m too old for that.”

Oh? That offended you. “But I know what I want.” You snapped back. 

Rhett raises an eyebrow. “Really? This is news to me.” he shifted his posture slightly. “What is it that you want that boys your age can’t give you, huh?” he asked. 

“Commitment.” you spoke. “Stability. Loyalty.” you listed off, watching Rhett’s face fall slightly. “Because believe it or not, Rhett Abbott, you’re not the only one in Wabang that wants those things, and feel like finding them here is impossible. I want a husband and a father just as badly as you want a wife and a mother.” you hummed. 

Rhett bit his bottom lip and raised his eyebrows. “You? A mother?” which warranted a reaction from you. “What? You don’t think I can? You’ve seen me with Amy-” “-you once told me that the best part of your job was giving Amy back to us and going home-” “-suddenly, I’m not allowed to tell jokes, Abbott?” you asked. 

Rhett put up his hands in defense. “Lady, I never said you’d be bad at it, or that I think you couldn’t be a mother. You just never expressed wantin’ that for yourself. When I was your age, I wasn’t thinkin’ that deeply about family and marriage like how I am now. It just caught me off guard, that’s all.” he reassured. “Well I guess we’re both surprising each other.” you nearly barked. “You know, I work five days-forty hours a week, practically being Amy’s mother, and half of the time I feel like I’m not really doing my job because you always insert yourself. You’re playing house just as much as I am-” “-Lady-” “-it all makes sense now, why you’re always around-” “-Y/N-” “-and here I was beating myself up because I can’t focus when you’re there, being everything I want in a man, treating me the way I'm supposed to be treated. There really is no point in trying with some other young dumb guy who’s apparently so much like me.”

Rhett looked like he got the wind knocked out of him, now he was the one with his cheeks red, his teeth tugging on his bottom lip, as you went back to painting the coop. The silence between you both stretched thin, as he looked straight at you, reading you, trying to process or gauge the situation at hand. As if you weren’t echoing his desires back to him, making passive attraction into a real possibility. He steps closer, looking down at you with a sense of longingness that you’ve never seen in his eyes. “That ain’t fair, Y/N…” he said softly. He gently grabbed the paint brush from your hand, skin brushing against each other as he kept his eyes on you. “I’ll finish this for you-” "-you don’t need to do things for me-” “-I always do things for you…felt like I was being obvious. I guess not.”

Your face flushed as you stared up into his brown eyes. You couldn’t help but feel the anxiety building up in your stomach, almost as if pining after him was going to pay off somehow, after convincing yourself that it was fruitless. Rhett’s eyes glance down at your lips. “What else do I gotta do…?” he said raspily. Maybe we’re on the same wave length, and just realized we could have that with each other. Maybe we were yearning for each other and didn’t know it. 

You stared up at him, feeling your skin burn hot as his gaze fell back to your eyes. You can see it in his eyes, he wanted nothing more than to have you in this moment before the moment was gone. Your fingers slightly brush on his arm, almost testing his boundaries to see what he really wanted: and when your soft fingers grazed his arm, that same arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you into him. The smell of tobacco and pine filled your senses, as your hands fell on his sweaty chest. “What else do I have to do, Y/N?” his voice dips. “You think I don’t notice it? The way you look at me when I pass by you? The way you stare at me when I’m working?” he questioned. You tried to look away, but his other hand held your chin up, so you had no choice but to look at him. 

You were starting to feel crazy for how bad you wanted him to touch you. 

Your throat goes dry, you want to say something, anything. Maybe another witty comeback or a way to make the passivity last longer, when all you wanted was action. He looks at your lips. “Cmon, darlin’.” he spoke gently. “Use your words. I’ll do anything you want me to, you just gotta tell me.” 

Your face burns with embarrassment, wanting more than a kiss, wanting more than just a small moment, you feel yourself melt into him as he holds onto you tightly. “You have to stop driving me crazy like this, I work for your family-” “-God, but I want you, Y/N.” he confessed. “I’ve been wanting you since-” you couldn’t take it anymore, the thought about picking Amy up from her friends house, your responsibilities, slipped through your mind. Your lips crashed into his feverishly, as if you couldn’t imagine not leaving this barn without doing that. He doesn’t hesitate, he catches you in the kiss and gives back just as much energy. He finds himself grabbing onto you as if he could lose you at any moment. 

His lips softly morph into yours, as you pull away ever so slightly from the kiss. “I want you too-” you gasped out before he attached your lips to his again. He wasn’t letting you talk, not because what you had to say wasn’t important, but because he knew that if you said more, he was going to lose all self restraint. You do so anyway. “You’re so-so responsible-” “-I’m about to not be-” he confessed, before you interjected with. “-It makes me so wet for you the way you’re protective and-and consistent…”

He stares at you, a small smirk creeping onto his face as he grabs your neck and pulls you into a kiss, his tongue sweeping your bottom lip. He was such a good kisser, the way he made you feel safe to turn your brain off and just feel him. He knew what he wanted and how to get it, his hand slipping down your hips and grabbing your ass. A soft moan left you from how surprising his touch was, before feeling him lift you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. His hands claw to your back as your kiss doesn't break, gently taking you to his work bench and sitting you down. “You have no idea how fuckin’ beautiful you are” he mumbled softly against your lips, his hand attached to your neck still, slowly drifting up to your cheek, cupping it. 

If only you could focus on what he was actually saying, instead, you were feeling his bulge rub up against your thigh, so you just nod along, feeling yourself get so turned on, that it was impossible to focus. “Mhm” you said back, eagerly kissing him back as your tongues brush past each other. You could nearly rip his tank top off, you’ve been wanting to do that all day. You feel yourself tug at it, pulling him in closer as he stumbles into you, his bulge pressing into your aching cunt. A groan left him. “Don’t do this to me so early, darlin’” he said. “I wanna make sure you’re ready for me.” as if the verbal sparring wasn’t enough for you.

You whined, thrusting your hips against his cock as he sucked in his breath. “Fuck.” he groaned. You persisted, soft whines escaping your lips as you tugged at Rhett’s bottom lip, feeling him trying to restrain himself from pinning you down, his breath shakes as he pulled away from the kiss. His fingers delicately go to your blue gingham top, which has been making him feral, and slipped off one strap, giving him room to place hungry kisses all over your neck. You smelled like cherries, he always loved that you smelled like cherries. 

He bites down softly on your neck, as his other hand went to your zipper; where he was delicate with the shoulder straps of your top, he was reckless and eager with the zipper of your shorts. He stares down at your shorts as he tries to slide them off, his heavy breath hitting your neck as your panties slowly got exposed; the cutest pair you had, and they were soaked. Rhett took notice of this right away, seeing your wetness smeared against your inner thighs. If you smelled like cherries, you had to taste like it too, right? 

Right as Rhett got on his knees in front of you, you stopped him, shutting your thighs as they shook from excitement. Rhett let out a frustrated huff, kissing your knee and looking up at you. “Cmon darlin, what’re you doin?” he asked. “Let me take care of you.” 

You hesitantly shook your head. “I want your cock in me, now.” you said almost dominantly. Rhett blushes hard, he’s not used to getting bossed around, but he liked it when it came from you. He stood up slowly, his eyes on you like he was worshiping you. He grabbed your hips tightly and cupped your face, his hand going down to your throat. “What was that, darlin?” he asked, matching your dominance. “Please…” you squeak out. “I need you in me…make me a mommy, pretty please…” you whispered, pleading with him. Making it clear that you didn’t want to waste anymore time. 

And he heard you, loud and clear. 

“Fuck…”  he groaned before kissing you, his hands busily unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants, seeing his cock get trapped by his boxers as he slipped it past the fabric. Watching it spring up with need, and already seeing precum dripping from his tip. He was getting just as wet as you. He laid you back on the workbench, seeing sawdust and bits of hay float around you as he dove his head in between your thighs, his cowboy hat tipping back and falling off as he kissed and nipped your cunt. A shudder came out of you as you squeezed your thighs around his head. You didn’t want him to eat you, but he wasn’t gonna leave without tasting you. 

He licked your wetness that was plastered onto your thighs. “So fuckin’ wet f’me…” he groaned agaisnt your panties. “Wet for me this entire fuckin’ time.” he said to himself as he got up and slipped your panties to the side. His cock was so pretty, just ripe and twitching with need. His tip glided up to your cunt, and a loud moan escaped you. He was teasing you, teasing you even though you were aching for him. Your thighs shook with each glide. “You wanna be a mommy so bad, right darlin?” he huffed out. “Pretty lady like you deserves to get filled up every fuckin’ day.” he raspily said. Before you can even nod, and beg, and plead with him, he slowly slides the tip in. Even here he tries to be gentle. 

You gasped, feeling him stretch you out as his head falls forward, strands of his hair covering his face as he moaned out a loud ‘fuck’ before slamming into you. You feel your body tense up with need as he ravages your cunt, needing you just as bad as you need him. “So fuckin’ tight.” he hoarsley spoke. “Just like that, pretty lady.” he hummed. You couldn't help but feel your body jolt with each thrust. You can tell by the way he moves his hips how badly he’s been wanting you. Almost like he’s been holding back with everyone else and only wanting to go all out for you. 

He rolls his hips against you, feeling the base of his cock press up against your throbbing clit as moans keep spilling out of you. Your clit was sensitive, almost burning with lust and need. Rhett knew that, he wanted that. Without changing the pace, his thumb rubs circles on your clit as he breaks your pussy in. you don’t even sound like yourself, but you’ve never felt more like yourself. All you cared about was how Rhett was going to make you cum early if he kept going. 

“Y’gonna make me a daddy, darlin? Huh?” he groaned, thrusting harder and fully pressing his cock up against you, almost digging in your cervix with how deep he was going. “You gon’ let me fill you up, pretty lady? My pretty-” he thrusts harder. “-fuckin-” you squeal. “-lady.” he groans as drool runs down your chin. “Pretty dumb thing…” he whispers roughly. You had to be dumb to be drooling all over yourself like this, unable to say anything back without it coming out in mumbles.

“Imma make you…honest man.” you whimper out almost tiredly, yet needily.

“Yeah?” he breathes out. “Gon’ get you the prettiest fuckin’ ring.” he mumbles. “Build you a nice house. Make you my pretty wife. Get you everything you want.” he slams harder into you. Your moans turned into screams, and cries, as you nodded along to everything he was saying. “Don’t nod, I wanna hear you say it.” he grabs your chin and holds it. “Say you want it too, darlin’” he’s almost asking you to confess to him and validate him. And who were you to disagree? You wanted everything he wanted and more. 

You whimper as tears lined your eyes, you were already so close to cuming, this was going to push you over the edge. “You’re such…a good…husband.” you said between deep breaths. You didn’t care that he wasn’t even your boyfriend, not yet anyway, you just wanted him to know how badly you wanted everything spilling out of him. He blushed and slammed harder into you. “Good girl, good fuckin’ girl.” he groaned out, keeping the fast pace as tears ran down your face. It felt too good. 

Rhett noticed the tears running down your face, a worried look overcame him as he slowed down, leaving you gasping. “No no no no no don’t stop-” you whined as more tears came down your cheeks. You cried out as you moved your hips against his cock, hoping for more momentum. He clicked his tongue and grabbed your face. “Awh.” he cooed softly, his free hand wiping a tear off your cheek. Your entire body was buzzing with desire as you whined harder, signaling him to keep going but not knowing if he would or not. It’s not like you were crying in pain, you were crying from how hard he was going, how good he was doing. “Pl-please-” you choked up as you looked into his eyes.

Rhett ran his thumb on your bottom lip, before he leaned in and kissed your cheek. Your breath stabilizes itself, trying to get him to touch you again. You were right there, so close to cuming all over him. It’s all you wanted. Then, Rhett’s tongue glides up your cheek, licking your tears off your face. He pulls you into a kiss, where you can taste the saltiness of your tears. His tongue gently slides itself against yours as he bumped noses with you. Tender kisses placed on your plumped, red lips. He pulls away. “Sorry darlin, I’ll be more careful with you…” he hums.

You furrow your eyebrows, not wanting anything to change. Right before you were about to plead with him to continue, he rams into you. A loud gasp left you as you screamed, arching your back against the wall of the barn, holding onto the edge of the work bench, and feeling yourself reach your high. You try to make it last a bit longer, but you know there’s no use, Rhett was working overtime to make you cum all over yourself. You jolted in pleasure as you looked into his eyes, raggedly whimpering out a soft. “Baby-I’m gonna cum-” 

Rhett smirked as he kept his pace. “That’s it, darlin’, that’s my girl.” 

You trembled as you felt your wetness slide down your thighs, a loud, high pitched moan left you as you held onto Rhett tightly. Strings of ‘oh my gods’ and ‘yes’ flew out of you as he kept fucking you. You became overly sensitive, each thrust making you cry from overstimulation as your cunt sucked him in more and more. Feeling your pussy squelch. But Rhett couldn’t stop himself; this is the messiest he’s seen you, and he wanted nothing more than to keep feeling how warm and soft you were for him. 

You went completely limp for him, the energy being zapped out of you as he kissed you softly. “You’re fuckin’ mine” he mumbled agaisnt your lips, his hips sputtering as he neared his end. “God, you’re fuckin’ mine…” he murmured. You, looking dazed and satisfied, nodded lazily. You meant to say ‘yes sir’ but all that came out was incoherent mumbles. You weren’t too sure about wanting something with Rhett. You always wanted to take things slow, but when it came to Rhett, you couldn’t help yourself. 

Rhett let out a loud groan as you felt his cock seize up in you, before feeling ropes on cum line your insides, you whined softly as he struggled to pull out, not wanting to because you felt so good, but not wanting to have that risk they were toying around with. His labored breath slowed as he kept thrusting in you. He couldn’t get enough. He gulped and groaned before finally pulling out, watching cum spill out of you. He looked over at you, sitting you up and scooping up the cum that was leaking out of you, before shoving it back into your aching hole. A soft moan left you, your cheeks bright red as you grabbed him and left a soft kiss. 

Both of your breaths slowed, and Rhett glanced up at you, pulling away from you as he lazily smiled. “Jesus Christ, lady…” he chuckled to himself. “If I knew you were that…god damn good at fuckin’...I would’ve had you a long time ago.” he joked. You couldn’t even say anything witty or sarcastic back, you just smiled back at him. “Yeah? Speak for yourself. I’ve heard rumors but I never thought I’d…you know-” 

“Yeah, I know.” Rhett pulled away completely. Stuffing his cock back into his boxers and zipping up his jeans. He picked up his cowboy hat from the floor and looked over at you. “So damn good I dropped my hat.” he wiped the dirt off the hat and put it back on. “Does it stay on during sex?” you asked as you hoped off the table. Rhett smirked. “Do you want it to next time?” god yes, and maybe take off your shirt next time too, and maybe I’ll let you eat me out, and have your way with me not in a barn. Instead, you just shrugged, pulling your shorts up. 

As you got dressed, Rhett looked at his watch, then over at the coop. He sighed. “Bad thing is we never finished painting this, maybe we could finish it tomorrow? Surprise Amy with it later?” he turned to you. You fixed your strap and nodded. “Doesn’t sound like a bad idea.”

Yet, there was a lingering feeling in the air, like you both could do a round two, or maybe even a round three. The way he was looking at you, with complete adoration, felt so nice. He wasn’t dismissing you the way boys your age do, instead, he took you seriously. And he treated you oh so well. You look over at him, almost hesitant to ask him something that’s been weighing heavy on your mind. “Hey Rhett?” you said softly. He turned over to you. “Yeah Y/N?” he perked up. The eyes don’t lie, and the way his eyes twinkled for you told you everything you already wanted to know. 

“When…” you started. “When you said you were doing things for me, it was because you like me, right?” you asked. Rhett chuckled. “No, I was just talkin’ about making you my wife while I was balls deep in you as a joke.” he hummed. “Yes, I like you, lady. Some might even say I like you a lot.” “So you'd do anything for me?” you stop in your tracks, holding your own hand as you anxiously bit your lip. 

Rhett looks at you, his face softening. “...yeah.” he confessed. “Anything you ask.”

You sigh in relief. “Good, can you pick up Amy? I never finished the laundry.”

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