#rhett outer range

"Now's not a good time." "It's always a good time, Rhetty." "Don't call me that." He finally turned to face you, his arms crossing. You stepped closer to him, reciprocating the same body language - crossing your arms. "Your attempts at intimidating me are as good as your bull-riding skills, so that's not sayin' much." You flicked back his hat as you spoke. He grabbed your arm, "Don't fuckin' test me right now, sweetheart." You faltered a bit, his grip strong."You were starin' at me from across the field, did I make you mess up?" "In what world?" "Do I make you nervous, Rhett?" You'd step closer. "Quite the opposite." "Mhm, I bet." A smirk was plastered onto your face. You'd pull your wrist away from him, "Careful now, cowboy."

You'd step away, moving to walk off - feeling Rhett's eyes on you. When he suddenly wrapped an arm around your waist, practically pulling you back to him. You let out a noise of surprise as he kissed you.

You soon melted into the kiss, Rhett pushing you up against the side of his truck. Rhett forced his tongue into your mouth, tilting your head up to accommodate for the height difference between the two of you. The kiss was all teeth, tongue and spit. Pent up frustration coming through.

Rhett broke the kiss before opening the door to his truck, "Get in." "What?--" "I said get in, sweetheart. Need to fuck this out of my system." You'd settle into the truck without another word, watching as Rhett crawled in after you - closing the door behind him from any prying eyes.

He'd pull you into his lap, hands moving up the sides of you - you giggled a bit, taking off his hat. "Need to blow off some steam huh?" "Yeah and put you in y'r goddamn place, got quite a mouth on ya." "Want me to use that mouth?" "I want you to shut the hell up." Rhett wove a hand into your hair, tugging you into another kiss. Teeth clashing against each other, as he made work on your jeans as you shrugged off your jacket.

His mouth moved down to your neck, as he shoved down your jeans to your thighs. He bit into your neck, running his tongue over the bites as a silent apology. His calloused hand dragged down your body, slipping underneath your panties - thick fingers finding your clit.

He pulled back from your neck, resting his head back against the head rest as he watched your reactions eagerly. "There you go, bunny. Already so wet for me." He'd murmur, pushing two fingers into you with ease. He'd make work of you, moans spilling from your mouth as Rhett found that spot inside you almost immediately, fuck. "Yeah, right there? That feel good, doesn't it?" He tilted his head at you, the teasing evident in his voice. You couldn't voice your pleasure, so you just nodded - moans leaving you. Of course he'd be experienced, you wanted to feel his fingers inside you all the time if you could. Hips bucking against his hand as you rested your head against his shoulder, fucking his fingers into you as you practically rode his hand there in the backseat of his truck.

"I hate you." You let out a soft moan. "Yeah?" His palm was now grinding into your clit, your hand immediately going to his shoulder to stabilise you. Your orgasm found you quickly, he placed a hand around your waist - coaching you through it. Moans spilling from your mouth, Rhett moved to cover your mouth. "Shh, bunny.. you dont want people hearin' now?" As you came down from your high, Rhett pulled you closer, "You still got some more in ya?" "Can't leave you pent up now can I, cowboy?" Your hands made quick work of his belt, hands shaking slightly from your previous orgasm.

Rhett's hands covered yours, "I've got it." He chuckled, unbuckling his belt - tossing it somewhere else in the car. Unbuttoning his jeans, pushing them down his thighs.

You'd notice the very obvious tent in his boxers, he was big. Bigger than you thought. You wondered if he'd let you suck it, atleast once - if this thing you were doing was going to continue. "You still with me?" "Mm-- mhm." You'd nod, fingers dragging down his abdomen to the bulge. You'd toy with the waistband, just for a few seconds - just to confirm that this is actually happening. Then your hand dipped beneath it, pulling down his boxers down to his knees.

His cock bobbed against his stomach, the tip already leaking pre-cum, a bit of it landing on his stomach. The tip swollen, red and angry.

"Condoms in the glovebox." Rhett murmured, a hand resuming it's spot on your waist as you turned around on his lap, your back now facing his front. Leaning over in the car into the front seat - adjusting yourself to open the glovebox, practically on your knees.

"You really need to clean out your glovebox." You mumbled fishing around it before finally finding a condom. You settled back into Rhett's lap, turning around so you were now facing him. He took the condom from you, ripping it before placing it onto his hard cock. "I didn't force you into my truck for you to complain more." A smirk on his face, as he placed his hands back to your hips. "All good?" You'd nod, "Gonna have to give me words, baby. Or did I make you cum that hard?" Another tilt of his head. "Yes-- god yes." "There we go.." He'd muttered.

Rhett's hands moved to the button up shirt you were wearing. You'd swat his hands away. "C'mon, not even a peak?" "Gonna have to pay extra for that." He'd simply pout, "I bring you into my very comfortable truck and I let you cum on my hand and you wont even let me have the pleasure of seeing your tits? Plain criminal." Rhett placed a hand to your cheek, his thumb dragging down your bottom lip. "C'mon, sweetheart... I'll make you feel so good." You let out a breath at his promise, "Fine. I'll hold you to that though." Then, a smirk, "Thank you," Rhett placed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, hands working at the buttons on your shirt - pushing it off your shoulders with your help. His hands expertly unclasping your bra, slowly pulling the straps off you. Placing kisses to your neck and collarbone as a thanks. He looked down at you, "Fuckin' gorgeous.." He'd mutter more to himself, cupping one of your tits - a cold thumb slipping over the perked nipple, earning a soft whimper from you. He took your nipple into his mouth, tongue swirling against the hard skin. You placed a hand into his hair, egging him on - pulling at the soft curls.

You could only imagine how his tongue would work between your thighs, you could only imagine a lot of things with his man who previously hated you sitting in front of you now sucking on your tits.

Rhett pulled back a string of saliva connecting his mouth to your tit, he looked up at you - a lopsided smirk on his face. "If I don't fuck you now, I am going to lose my mind." He placed his hands to your ass, pushing you further onto his lap. The tip of his cock grazing your soaked core, learning a groan from the both of you. "That makes two of us." You leaned forward, capturing him in another heated kiss as his strong hands directed your hips for you to sit down directly on his cock, feeling unbelievable full. The moan you let out soaked up by the kiss as he smirked against your lips. "Th're you go, bunny.. s' good, doing s' good just for me." Rhett muttered against your lips. You pulled back a bit, looking down at where you two were connected, Christ he was big. "You alright, baby?" Rhett placed a hand under your chin, tilting your head up to meet his eyes. He looked concerned, not a look you commonly saw on Rhett Abbott's face. "Y-Yeah.. you're just, it's big." You wanted to smack that egotistical smirk off his face, "Big, yeah?" He tilted his head. "Don't be a dick." "Well you're riding mine." You felt him twitch inside of you, earning a small whimper from you.

You took a moment to collect yourself, get used to the sensation of your enemy's cock buried to the hilt inside of you. "O--Okay, I'm gonna start moving." "Be my guest." Rhett leaned back as you started to move your hips, moving forward and back first - building the pace. "Jesus-- you're so tight.." He looked down to where the two of you were connected. You started to move your hips upward, Rhett's hands moving to wrap around your waist - hoisting him up for the two of you to be chest to chest, his own hips bucking up now meeting your rhythm.

"I hate you." You said between high pitched moans. "Hate you too, baby." You felt that sensation deep in your belly again, overstimulating yet soothing. Rhett knew that too by the way you were clenching around him. "Y' close, sweet girl?" His hand snaked between your two hot bodies to have his thick fingers work in circles against your clit. You could only nod with this new pleasure, head resting against his shoulder. His other hand moved to weave into your hair, tugging gently as he tsked. "Nah, bunny. Look at me when you cum, I wanna see it." Because of course he did, he wanted to see the girl that he argued with for years cum like it was her first time, because of him. Just needed that ego booster. Your mind was completely turned off at this point, your thoughts just filled to the brim with Rhett - in more ways than one. The way his dark blue eyes watched you, his thick fingers working against your swollen nub, and his cock pushing into you and filling you ever so deeper. Your mouth open as moans and whimpers poured out, if people didn't hear you before. They sure as hell did now. "C'mon, cum on my cock." That deep southern growl in his voice was the last thing you needed to tip over the edge, hands gripping as his chest as you came around him, earning a groan from him as you tightened. As you came down from your high, Rhetts hands caught you from falling into him, then you realised Rhett still hadn't cum yet. That fire still in his eyes, your cunt was overstimulated but a front row seat to Rhett Abbott being ruined by your pussy was too good to give up. He tightened his hands around your waist, switching your position for you to be laying down on the carseat. Rhett overtop of you as he fucked his cock into you, his face planted in his neck - peppering kisses there. You whined from overstimulation. "I know-- god, I know baby.. just.. give me a minute, okay?" His words muffled by your neck, you then weaved your fingers into his hair - deciding to give him a taste of his own medicine. Pulling his head back as you looked into his eyes, you saw the smallest amount of drool in the corner of his mouth, his eyes wide as his hips didn't let up, in fact fucking into you faster - but his hips soon faltered, with one last thrust he came into the condom.

Inside, the place smells like old wood, beer, and the faint tang of cheap perfume. A jukebox hums some country song you don’t know but can hum along to anyway. You pick a stool near the far end- close enough to the crowd to feel human, far enough not to invite questions. The bartender- mid-fifties, flannel sleeves rolled to the elbow-slides a beer toward you without ceremony. You nod, grateful for the wordless transaction, and take a sip that smooths the road right out of your bones. You don’t come here to be noticed. You just need to sit still, let the sound of laughter and music blur the day. But bars are porous, and you’ve never been particularly good at patching up small talk before it finds a way in. The first attempt comes quick. A tall blonde guy drops into the seat beside you, casual but deliberate. He has the kind of posture that suggests he’s confident about how this usually goes.

“Didn’t think I’ve seen you around before,” he says, leaning an elbow on the bar. “I would’ve remembered. You new in town or just visiting?”

You glance over, offering the kind of polite half-smile people give when they’re still deciding whether to be polite or not. “Just passing through,” you answer. “Needed a night off.”

“Ah.” He grins, like that tells him everything. “Patrick,” he says, offering a hand that smells faintly of whiskey and hand soap. “And you are…?”

You take another sip instead of answering immediately, letting the pause settle. “Just someone trying to enjoy a drink,” you say with a small smile, finally shaking his hand. “But hi, Patrick.”

“Fair enough,” he laughs. “What’s your poison tonight?”

“Beer’s fine.” You hold up your bottle. “I don’t have the energy for anything that ends with regret.”

“That’s what beer’s for,” he says, signaling to the bartender. “Another for her, on me.”

You protest with a polite “Oh, that’s not necessary,” but the drink arrives anyway. You accept it because refusing it feels like more work than it’s worth.

Patrick’s easy, practiced charm keeps the conversation rolling. He asks where you’re from, what you do, whether you’ve seen the rodeo that comes through every summer. You fake a laugh or two at the right places, the kind that keeps things friendly but doesn’t open any doors. You’ve met a hundred Patricks in a hundred bars before. None of them were bad men—just men who talk like the night owes them something.

You reach for your new beer, fingers brushing condensation from the glass, when you see him. Just over Patrick’s shoulder.

A man sitting at a table across the bar. Dark hair, broad shoulders, a cowboy hat tipped low enough to throw his eyes into shadow. He got a busted lip, and a cut on the bridge of his nose, like he just loves to get into bar fights. He’s got that sort of stillness that doesn’t come from shyness—more like calculation. A beer bottle rests in his hand, another one empty beside it, and the guy sitting next to him says something that barely earns a nod. His flannel shirt is rolled up high on his arms, revealing every delicious vein and muscle for you.

And he’s staring at you. Not in that way men sometimes do, like they’re testing how much you’ll tolerate. This is different—quiet, intent. Like he’s trying to solve something about you and isn’t sure he should. You blink, breaking the contact, but it’s too late. You can feel it now, the awareness, a thread stretching across the room. When you glance back, he smirks—slow and easy, the corner of his mouth catching the light.

Patrick says something you don’t catch. You laugh on instinct, hoping it lands in the right place, then take another sip to hide the flush of distraction. But when you look again, the cowboy’s still watching you. And this time, he’s mouthing something—just one phrase, like a question that doesn’t need to be spoken aloud.

Really? Him?

You bite your lip, trying not to smile. It’s ridiculous. You don’t even know this man. You don’t know his name, or why the hell he’s decided you’re the most interesting thing in this room. But suddenly, Patrick’s jokes sound like background noise.

“Hey,” Patrick says, leaning closer. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you say quickly. “Just—thought I recognized someone. Guess not.”

He raises a brow, clearly unconvinced but willing to keep going. “Well, if you did, they’re lucky. Not every night you find good company around here. Not somebody so good looking, at least.”

You give him a polite smile, the universal sign for you’re trying too hard, but before he can push for more, a shadow crosses the bar. You don’t realize how close the cowboy’s gotten until he’s right there—close enough to catch the scent of leather and cedar off his jacket.

Patrick straightens, irritation flashing in his tone. “Can we help you, man?”

The cowboy’s voice is steady, deep in that quiet, measured way that comes from someone used to being listened to. “Didn’t mean to interrupt,” he says, though the look in his eyes says otherwise. “Just looked like she could use a better drink.”

Patrick laughs dryly. “She’s already got one.”

“Not that kind,” the cowboy answers, lips twitching. Then his eyes flick toward you, a glint of humor buried somewhere under the seriousness. “You look like you needed saving from small talk.”

You open your mouth, caught somewhere between amusement and disbelief. “And you decided you’re the rescue?”

“Could be,” he says. “Guess that’s up to you.”

Patrick huffs, finishing the rest of his beer in a swallow. “You two have fun,” he says, his tone clipped, his pride bruised. He drops a few bills on the counter and walks away, shoulders stiff.

You watch him go, then turn back to the stranger. “You always make entrances like that?”

He shrugs, settling onto the stool Patrick left behind. “Only when I have to.”

“You didn’t have to,” you say, but your tone softens around the edges.

“Didn’t want to watch you fake another laugh,” he says simply. He signals to the bartender. “Two more,” he says, nodding toward your bottle. Then, glancing back at you: “You from around here?”

“Nope,” you say. “Just passing through.”

“Thought so,” he replies, smiling faintly. “You don’t have the look of someone who stays put long.”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Means you look like someone who’s still looking for something.”

You study him for a moment, trying to decide if that line was meant to charm or just landed that way by accident. His eyes—blue, or maybe green, it’s hard to tell under the dim light—hold steady on yours. There’s something quietly genuine there, unpolished but sure.

“I never caught your name,” you say finally.

“Rhett,” he says. “Rhett Abbott.”

You repeat it under your breath, tasting the syllables like they mean something you don’t know yet. “Well, Rhett Abbott,” you say, “thanks for the rescue. Even if I didn’t need it.”

He grins, lifting his glass. “You looked like you might want it anyway.”

You clink bottles, the sound small and sure between you. Then, time starts to slip.

One beer turns into two. Two into three. The jukebox cycles through songs you don’t know and ones you think you do.

Somewhere in the middle, Rhett orders shots. “Just one,” he says, “for courage.”

You laugh. “Courage for what?”

He grins. “Haven’t figured that part out yet.”

The tequila burns, but so does his smile.

You start to talk more easily, stories spilling out in pieces. You tell him about the long drive, about not knowing exactly where you’re headed. He tells you about the ranch, about days that start before the sun and end long after it’s gone. There’s a softness under his words, something that makes you lean closer without realizing you’ve done it.

“So you’re a cowboy, then,” you tease.

He tilts his head, pretending to consider. “Guess that’s one word for it.”

“And what’s the other?”

He leans in, voice low. “Stubborn fool, most days.”

You laugh, the sound bubbling up easily now. You’re close enough to smell the beer on his breath, to feel the warmth radiating off him. When he says something funny—something you can’t even remember a moment later—you touch his arm without thinking, fingers brushing the denim of his sleeve. He doesn’t move. Doesn’t look away, either. Just lets the contact sit there, easy and certain. You take another shot together, and another. The conversation slides between teasing and confessions—about small-town boredom, about places you’ve both dreamed of seeing. You learn he’s got a dry sense of humor, sharp when he wants it to be.

“You really don’t know when to quit, do you?” you say after he challenges you to yet another round.

He smiles. “Not when I’m having a good time.”

You shake your head, grinning into your glass. “You’re dangerous, Abbott.”

He tips his hat back slightly, eyes glinting. “You don’t seem too scared.”

“Maybe I should be.”

“Maybe you should.”

The space between you narrows until your knees brush under the bar. Neither of you move away. Then he finds himself resting his hand on your thigh, not too high up at first. You don’t object. It slides up just a bit higher, and you feel like your brain is getting fuzzy at his touch. Your legs spread just a tad wider, almost on command to his touch. You can’t tell if he noticed, so you don’t draw anymore attention to it. The lights have dimmed, the crowd thinned. The air hums with quiet music and the low pulse of something that feels like recognition.

Finally, Rhett glances toward the clock behind the bar, then back at you. “Where you staying tonight?”

You smile over the rim of your beer as it hovers near your lips. You toss it back, chugging whatever was left. His eyes widen slightly, impressed at the way you’re able to hold your alcohol. “Are you finally gonna take me home, Abbott?” You tease, knowing that’s what you’re been waiting for this whole time.

He grins, slow and sure, and stands—tugging his hat back into place. “Looks that way.”

He holds out a hand. You take it, a little unsteady from the drinks, and he helps you from your stool. Then, in that small, deliberate way of his, he reaches for your coat and helps you into it, his fingers brushing the back of your neck just long enough to make your breath catch. He tucks all your hair onto one side, placing a gentle kiss to your jaw before he points towards the door. As he follows you toward the door, Patrick is there—leaning against the wall near the exit, arms crossed, eyes sharp with irritation. Rhett doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t slow down, either. As you pass, he glances at Patrick and winks, just once, a quiet, satisfied little fuck you that makes you laugh under your breath.

Outside, the night air bites, and Rhett’s hand finds the small of your back—steady, guiding, not possessive. His truck waits under the flickering streetlight, its paint dulled by dust and distance.

He opens the passenger door for you, the cab smelling faintly of hay and pine and him.

You slide in, looking up at him with a crooked smile. “Always this charming, or just tonight?”

He grins, shutting the door softly. “Depends on who’s asking.”

Then he rounds the front of the truck, climbs in beside you, and turns the key. The engine rumbles to life, low and sure, the kind of sound that fills the space between words.

As he pulls away from the bar, you look out the window and watch the neon sign fade in the side mirror.

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The door to Rhett's house barely clicks shut before his mouth crashes back onto yours, all heat and hunger from that stolen moment at the bar exploding into something feral. You're both stumbling through the dim entryway, lips locked in a desperate tangle, hands fumbling at each other's clothes. His fingers hook into the hem of your shirt, yanking it up and over your head, breaking the kiss for only a second, and you claw at his flannel, buttons popping free as you shove it off his broad shoulders. You giggle at the sound of the buttons scattering across the wood floor, a problem for tomorrow’s Rhett to deal with. The wall catches your back first, then his, bodies bumping and grinding as you kick off your shoes in a haze of urgency.

Rhett's in control now, his strong hands gripping your hips, guiding you deeper into the house while his tongue strokes yours, tasting like whiskey and want. “Goddamn, darlin', you're somethin' else,” he murmurs against your lips, his southern drawl thick and rough, sending a shiver straight to your core.

You whimper into his mouth, your own hands sliding down to tug at his belt, but he captures your wrists gently, pressing you against another wall. “Easy now. We gotta keep this quiet—don't want the whole damn ranch wakin' up.”

You nod, pulling back just enough to catch your breath, chest heaving as you huff and pant. Your skin's flushed, heart pounding. Rhett is standing in front of you, also trying to catch his breath, but it seems impossible as he admires you. He can’t help but wonder if the dark red laced bra was on purpose, like you meant to end up in somebody’s bed tonight. He stares at the heart shaped necklace tucked between your breasts, and he almost drools. Rhett's eyes stay there, dark and hungry, his gaze raking over you like he's starving. He's shirtless now, jeans hanging low on his hips, that intricate tattoo curling across his chest—bold lines and shadows that make your mouth water.

No words pass between you; the air crackles with silent admiration. His hat sits tilted on his head, framing the sharp lines of his jaw, and you can't tear your eyes away from the way his muscles flex under that ink, the trail of dark hair leading down into his unbuttoned jeans. He looks like sin wrapped in denim, and the way he's staring at you—like you're the only thing in his world—makes your thighs clench. Suddenly, Rhett lurches forward, scooping you up in one fluid motion. Your legs wrap around his waist instinctively, ankles locking as he storms down the hall toward his room, your bodies pressed so tight you can feel the hard ridge of his cock straining against his zipper, grinding into your core through your jeans.

He kicks the bedroom door open and tosses you gently onto the bed, the mattress dipping under your weight. You bounce once, both of you diving back in before you even settle—kissing everywhere, necks, collarbones, the scent of booze and sweat mingling as his stubble scrapes your skin.

His mouth trails down your throat, nipping at the swell of your breasts above the lace, while your fingers dig into his shoulders, pulling him closer.

“So fuckin' beautiful, darlin',” he growls, voice low and accented, his hands working your jeans open.

You arch up, helping him shove them down your legs along with your panties, kicking them off as he sheds his own jeans, his thick cock springing free—hard, veined, and already leaking at the tip. The sight of him makes you throb, wet and aching.

Rhett doesn't waste time. He crawls over you, kissing a hot path down your stomach, his hat brushing your skin as he settles between your thighs.

“Gonna taste you first,” he says, that drawl wrapping around the words like velvet.

His tongue flicks out, parting your folds, and you bite your lip to stifle a moan as he licks a long, slow stripe up your slit. He groans against you, the vibration shooting through your clit, and then he's devouring you—sucking your swollen nub, tongue thrusting inside your pussy, lapping at your juices like he's parched. Your hips buck, hands fisting the sheets, but you keep it quiet, just sharp gasps and whimpers as pleasure coils tight in your belly.

“That's it, darlin', so sweet and wet for me.” he praises, his accent thickening with lust, one finger sliding in to curl against that spot that makes stars burst behind your eyes.

You come undone on his mouth, thighs trembling around his head, biting down on your fist to muffle the cry as waves crash over you. But you're not done—not by a long shot. You push him back, needy and bold, and he lets you, rolling onto his back with a grin.

“Your turn?” he teases, but his voice is strained, cock twitching against his abs.

You straddle his thighs, leaning down to kiss the tip, tasting the salt of his pre-cum before wrapping your lips around him. He hisses, hand tangling in your hair—not pushing, just holding—as you suck him deep, tongue swirling around the head, hollowing your cheeks.

His hips jerk, but he keeps control, murmuring, “Fuck, your mouth feels like heaven.”

You bob your head, taking more of his length, gagging softly when he hits the back of your throat, but you don't stop, hollowing and licking until he's throbbing, veins pulsing under your tongue. He pulls you off with a groan, eyes wild. “Can't wait anymore.”

He flips you onto your back, settling between your legs in missionary, his body caging yours. The head of his cock nudges your entrance, slick and ready, but you stop him with a hand on his chest, feeling the heat of his tattoo under your palm. “Wait!”you whisper, reaching for the edge of the bed where his hat tumbled during the frenzy. You snag it, settling it on your head with a wicked smile, the brim shadowing your eyes.

Rhett's breath catches, his gaze darkening to pitch. “Jesus, darlin', you in my hat... gonna ruin me.”

No more waiting—he thrusts in deep, filling your pussy in one smooth stroke, stretching you around his girth. You gasp, nails raking his back, the hat tipping but staying put as he starts pounding into you, urgent and relentless. Each snap of his hips drives him to the hilt, his cock dragging against your walls, hitting that perfect spot over and over.

“You're takin' me so good,” he pants, accent curling around every word, his mouth at your ear. “Tight little pussy squeezin' me like that-fuck, you're perfect.” His praises hit like sparks, the drawl making your clit throb even as he fucks you harder, bed creaking softly under the rhythm.

You've never been fucked like this—raw, consuming, like he's claiming every inch of you. It's too much, the hat on your head, his body slamming into yours, the way he watches your face, lips brushing your necklace as he murmurs, “Come for me again, yeah? Let me feel it.”

You try to stay quiet, but a choked moan escapes as the pressure builds, your walls fluttering around him. He grinds deep, circling his hips, and you shatter—cumming hard, pussy clenching in rhythmic pulses that milk his cock. Rhett follows with a muffled groan against your shoulder, burying himself to the root as he spills inside you, hot spurts flooding your core. Your bodies lock together, trembling through the aftershocks, breaths mingling in the quiet room.

He stays there a moment, forehead pressed to yours, hat still on your head as he chuckles softly. “That was... somethin' else….”

—————

The first thing you register is the light.
It filters through the curtains in long, pale strips, soft but unrelenting against your aching eyelids. Your head throbs just enough to remind you how many drinks you had, and the scent in the air—soap, dust, and something cedar-warm—tells you you’re not in the motel. You blink, letting the room come into focus. A small ranch bedroom: plain walls, wood floors, boots lined neatly by the door. There’s a blanket kicked halfway off the bed, the faint chill of morning seeping through the window. And then there’s Rhett.

He’s lying on his stomach, half-tangled in the sheet, face turned toward you but still asleep. His arm is draped across your lap, heavy and warm in a loose, unconscious hold that feels both possessive and tender. His hair is messy, his back marked by faint scratches you pretend not to notice. The rise and fall of his breathing is slow and even. You stay there a moment, letting the quiet settle, then ease his arm aside and slip from the bed. There’s a folded pile of clothes on the dresser—your jeans from yesterday and a clean T-shirt that’s unmistakably his. You smile a little at the thoughtfulness and pull them on, the fabric soft and faintly smelling of him.

The hallway is cool when you step out, the floorboards creaking under your bare feet. The house feels bigger than you expected, built solid but worn in places. There’s something lived-in about it—family pictures, a stray jacket on a hook, a dog bowl by the door. It feels… safe. You follow the smell of coffee to the kitchen. A pot sits half-full on the counter, still warm. You pour a cup, take a careful sip, and lean against the counter, wondering how exactly you’re going to get back to the bar to pick up your car.

“You’re not one of mine,” a deep voice says behind you.

You jump, nearly sloshing coffee over your hand. Turning, you find an older man in the doorway—tall, broad-shouldered, hair more silver than brown. His eyes are sharp but kind.

“Sorry—God, I didn’t mean to—” you stammer, setting the cup down. “I’ll get out of your way, I just—”

He lifts a hand, amused. “Easy now. You didn’t break in, did you?”

“No, sir,” you manage, cheeks burning.

“Then I figure you’re fine.” He steps into the light, the resemblance undeniable. “Royal Abbott,” he says, offering a hand. “And you must be the reason my son’s truck’s still parked out front.”

You hesitate before shaking it. “I’m… I’m just a friend.”

Royal chuckles, low and knowing. “You’re definitely my boy’s type.”

That earns another flush from you, and you duck your head, muttering something about coffee. He doesn’t press, just pours himself a cup and glances out the window toward the fields.

“You eat yet?” he asks.

“Not yet.”

“Well, come on. I could use an extra set of hands before breakfast. You ever feed horses?”

You blink. “Not exactly part of my usual morning routine.”

He grins. “Then you’re about to learn.”

You grab your coat from the peg by the door and follow him out into the crisp air. The sun’s climbing, spreading gold across the frost-tipped grass. Royal leads you toward the fence where a few horses are already waiting, their breath misting in the cold.

“Here,” he says, handing you a flake of hay. “Hold your hand flat so they don’t get your fingers.”

You do as told, a little hesitant, but when the nearest horse noses forward and takes the hay from your palm, something in you eases. It’s grounding, the quiet snort of breath, the soft weight of its muzzle.

“You’re a natural,” Royal says. “They can tell when someone’s got a good heart.”

You laugh under your breath. “I think they can tell I smell like beer.”

He chuckles, adjusting a latch. “That too.”

The two of you fall into easy conversation-about where you’re from, how small towns all look the same at night, how you hadn’t planned on staying long. Royal listens without judgment, nodding occasionally, offering small bits of ranch wisdom that sound like advice even when they’re not.

You’re mid-sentence when his tone changes, light and teasing. “Careful, you’ve got an audience.”

You follow his gaze back toward the house. Rhett stands on the porch, leaning against a post, arms folded. The same hat from last night shadows his face. He’s watching you, a slow smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. The image sends heat to your cheeks—flashes of last night’s laughter, his hat tipping down as he kissed you. You clear your throat and look away quickly.

Royal catches the motion and hides a grin. “I’ll leave you two to it,” he says, heading toward the barn. “Try not to scare my horses.”

You turn back just as Rhett starts walking across the yard. His stride is unhurried, confident, the morning sun catching the stubble on his jaw. When he stops in front of you, he tips his hat up and studies your face.

“Morning,” he says. His voice is rough with sleep. “You’re even prettier in daylight.”

You roll your eyes, smiling despite yourself. “You must say that to all your accidental houseguests.”

“Can’t,” he says easily. “You’re the first one.”

You shake your head. “Your dad already interrogated me, by the way.”

“Yeah?” His grin widens. “And you survived?”

“Barely. He invited me to help with chores. I think he likes me.”

“He’d have to,” Rhett says. “I already do.”

The line hangs between you, simple and sincere. You look past him to the fields, the horses, the steady quiet of the ranch. “This is… nice,” you admit. “All of it. Kind of makes me want to stay.”

He steps a little closer, his smile soft now. “Maybe you should.”

You meet his eyes. “Maybe I’d consider it—if it’s like this all the time.”

His hand finds yours, warm against the morning chill. “It can be,” he says. “Least I can do is make you some breakfast and prove it.”

You laugh. “You cook too?”

“When I’ve got a reason.” He squeezes your hand gently and nods toward the house. “Come on, before Dad eats everything.”

You let him lead you back through the yard, boots crunching over the frosty grass. The porch creaks under your steps, the smell of coffee and wood smoke drifting from inside.

For a moment, you glance over your shoulder—the wide field, the quiet horses, the sun turning everything gold—and think maybe this small, accidental stop in a nowhere town was worth taking after all.

Inside, Rhett hands you a mug and opens a carton of eggs with an easy smile. “Hope you like breakfast messy,” he says.

you didn’t miss the way his eyes rolled when he was turning back to the board. you smiled at that moment, knowing you’d have him in the palm of your hand soon.

professor abbott was, to say the least, hot. some girls at the university took the class purely to be in the same room as him. at first, you were actually there to learn from him. he was the smartest professor at your university. you didn’t realize just how much you had to learn from him.

one day, you walked in, being the first to arrive and saw him with his outstretched on his desk, his long sleeve button down rolled to his elbows and hands splayed on the desk to hold himself up.

you took your usual seat, not taking your eyes off of him. the swell of his veins through his hands and forearms made you bite the inside of your cheek. you sat back in your crossing your legs along with your arms in front of your chest.

one small move created friction between your thighs, so you sat impossibly still. your eyes not leaving him.

he knew you starring. he knew it was you who walked in, you were always first, five minutes early- every. time.

he had a small smirk on his face as he watched you cross your legs when you sat down out of his peripherals. the reading glasses that sat on the tip of his nose didn’t really do anything, he wasn’t reading the essay in front of him, he was too busy concentrating on the girl sitting only a few feet from him.

your thighs pressed together as he looked up at you.

“good morning,” his thick, country drawl scratching at his raspy voice. you thank the universe that he still had the accent. it definitely helped you late at night in your dorm when your hand journeyed down your body.

“morning,” your voice just above a whisper. you sit up a little straighter, your hands now folded in your lap. your sun dress barely reaching mid thigh, you pulled it down ever so slightly. not because you felt as though your professor was creep but because you didn’t want his disappointment.

“your essay is good,” he said picking up the paper he was reading before you came in, “it was an… interesting read,”

“so you didn’t like it?” you questioned him.

his eyes narrowed at you, “did i say that?”

he went quiet as he waited for your answer. when you realized he actually wanted you to answer, you could feel your eyes glimmer with excitement.

he walked in front of his desk and leaned back on to it, his hands griped the desk as he holds himself up on it.

“no,” you answered louder than your ‘morning’ answer.

“what did i say?” he asked, now moving his arms to cross in front of him.

your eyes don’t stray from his, the shy smile on your lips grew, “my essay is good. it was an interesting read,”

“why do you think that?” he asked, his eyes slightly squinted at you, his head tilted to the side by half an inch.

you shrugged, “i don’t know,”

“i need a better answer than that,” he said gruffly.

your thighs clenched together again. his eyes darted down to your legs then back to your eyes.

“you do that a lot?” he asked.

“what?” you challenged. you made your voice lighter and softer as you said it, feigning innocence. you batted your lashes at him a couple times.

he chuckled deep in his chest and looked away from you. his eyes trained on the window, he pushes himself off his desk and walked close to you, stopping at your desk.

the desk you sat at stretched long both ways. there was a top but underneath was open.

you’ve daydreamed a lot about your professor under the table, under your sundress.

he splayed his hands on the desk, his arms stretched out.

boldness took over you. you reached out, tracing the veins on the back of his hands and up through his wrist to his forearm.

“i like these,”

“i didn’t ask,” he threw back at you but he didn’t move away. he allowed you to trace the veins once more.

you didn’t pay much attention to his harshness, you could see it in his eyes he didn’t want to be mean.

he just wanted to see what you’d do. he liked the boldness of you. he enjoyed that you didn’t back down from his firmness. you went along with his lewd language and was able to keep up.

you reached down to hand and lifts it. you traced the callouses on his palm and dragged two of your fingers down his thumb. you looked up to him bringing his thumb close to your lips.

you opened your mouth as the door at the back of the room opened.

your professor didn’t move his hand immediately, he waited for a second to see what you’d do. when you didn’t pull away or drop his hand, he stepped away.

he cleared his throat walking back or his desk, picking up your essay and placing it in a drawer at his desk.

you keep your eyes on him as he leans his hands on his own desk again, waiting for everyone to come in and sit down. he looked around the room before looking back at you. he had the ghost of a smirk before addressing the class and getting started.

this cat and mouse game, the back and forth went on for a few weeks.

it all changed today though. he gave you a B on the best essay you’d ever written. the read ink was scarce through your pages but it was still there.

you put on the dress you knew he liked, a short, white sundress with the thinnest material possible. you were going to torture him for this.

you showed up on times today. not five minutes before, not ten, right on time.

every time the door opened rhett’s eyes went to it, silently hoping you’d walk through the door. every time it wasn’t you his mouth formed a straight line and his jaw clenched.

where were you?

then you finally walk through the door.

rhett thought his teeth was going to shatter then way he barred down on them. his jaw might get locked from how hard he clenches it.

your white dress, the white dress, seemed shorter today, the material thinner. the black shoes you wear have a gold buckle on the top and your white socks had ruffles at the top of them.

your eyes didn’t move from his from the moment you walked in to the moment you sit down. your essay was already in your hand and set it down on the desk in front of you.

his eyes look down to it then back to you. a smile crossing his face, he nods slowly.

you knew exactly what he was doing and he knew exactly what he was doing.

even being in the room for thirty seconds you couldn’t stand his stare. his knowing stare.

you’re upset about that grade, huh? his eyes ask, what are you going to do about it?

his lips swipes his tongue across his bottom lip knowingly. his grin only grows when you stand, gripping your paper and walking to his desk.

rhett leans back in his chair crossing his arms, “yes ma’am?” he asks, the grin staying wide.

“a B?” you question, “this is the best essay i’ve ever written and you gave me a B?”

“is this really about the grade?” he asks lowly, leaning forward on the desk.

you pop out a hip, hand on his desk and lean down, “what’s that supposed to mean professor abbott?”

his eyes drift down to your chest then back up. he stands, towering over you, “take your seat,” he demands in the same low tone.

“you don’t get to order me around,”

his brows raise at your defiance. his grin turning in a slow smirk, “sit down,” the demand was raspier, more firm. it sent a shiver down your spine.

you huff and turned walking back or your desk, he calls you by your last name with a miss in front of it, “see me after class,”

you roll your eyes sitting down in your seat. you don’t take notes the whole class, you just sit there seething.

an hour later and a half later the room clears out.

rhett wipes the board, not turning around until he hears the door click shut. even then, he only spares a glance around the room. his eyes landing on you and smile gracing his handsome, but stupid face.

“your attitude gone now?”

“no,” the short, curt answer didn’t make him happy.

he turns from the board to face you, “you don’t care about that grade,” he nods to the paper in front of you, “if you did, you wouldn’t have showed up in that little dress i like. you wouldn’t have leaned down like that an hour and half ago. you wouldn’t be sitting there with your legs crossed,”

you look down and see your legs crossed, your thigh aching from how they clenched through out the class.

“you piss me off,” you tell him, but you don’t move your legs.

“uncross your legs,” he challenges you.

“no,” you challenge back, “i’m not a child. you don’t get to tell me what i can and can’t do.”

“i think you want me to,” he accuses walking up to your desk, placing his hands on the desk and leaning forward on them.

“you think i’m here in this dress,” you begin tracing the veins of his handsome again, “to beg you to fuck me in your classroom so you’ll give me a better grade?”

“is that what you want?” he asks you.

you stare at him through your lashes, “do you?”

“i asked you a question,” he says putting his knee forward, bumping yours.

“so did i,”

“you need to learn some manners,” he says taking his hand away from yours as you lift it.

you frown as he takes away his hand. the tow of you have a starring contest. he lifts his boot pushing your legs apart and settling it centimeters away from you.

“you can have my hand back, say please,”

you wanted to be weirded out. you wanted to hate this. you wanted yourself to want to stand up, tell this guy to fuck off and leave but you just couldn’t.

“please,” you say in the softest voice you could manage that wasn’t a whisper.

rhett smiles, pushing his boot into you. the friction causing your thighs to squeeze his boot.

he lays his hands back in front of you, your finger tracing the veins again. you lift his hand bringing it closer to your mouth. his thumb sticks out and lays itself on your tongues. your mouth closes around it. your tongue swirls the finger and suck at it slightly.

your eyes never move from his. his float to your mouth every now and then but mainly stay on your eyes.

you shift your lower half forward rubbing against his boot. you moan against his finger. there’s a low groan the comes from his throat.

his other fingers softly grip your jaw, tilting your head up. he takes his thumb out your mouth putting it into his own, then pulls it back out.

you frown and stand, already missing the connect his boot had with you. you walk around the desk and stand inc front of him.

“now what?” you ask, inches from his face.

his hands places themselves on your cheeks, but most of his hand is on your jaw. he pulls you forward, connecting his lips to yours. your hands grip his button down, fistfuls of the shirt being pulled towards you.

you moan against his lips and he smiles at the sound. his kisses move from your lips to your jaw and down your neck. he finds your pressure point, that one specific vein and licks it. he kisses it again and sucks the area.

“fuck,” you breathe out, your head falling back and to the side to give him more room. his hands roam down to your thighs, he squeeze them and pats one. you get the hit and hop up, he pulls you and settles you on the desk.

his hands float back up to your waist, under your dress, kneading at your skin. you were so soft against his calloused hands. you assumed he was a country man of sorts. his boots and stetson hat gave away a lot. you thought it was hot.

his lips find yours again. it was easy for them too. his tongue swipes across your bottom lip and your mouth opens quick. he tasted good, the marlboro was an easy taste to identify. you thought of the smoke leaving his mouth just to invade your own.

you were growing impatient. your hands journeyed down and started to unbutton his shirt, he pulls away to give you some air.

“this fucking shirt,” you murmur looking down at the buttons.

“you got a mouth on you,” he tells you, replacing your hands with his own and unbuttoning the shirt and taking it off way quicker than you ever could.

“do something about it,” you tell him in a sultry voice with a smile he couldn’t refuse.

he matches your smile and grabs your hips, pulling you towards him and off the table. you land on your feet and he spins the two of you around, knowing he’ll need something to lean back on.

“knees. now,”

you follow his instructions quickly, falling to your knees. you stare at his belt buckle, its huge, you lift your hands and undo his belt, then his button and zip to his blue jeans. you pull his jeans and boxers down at the same time.

his cock springs free and damn it if it’s not the biggest one you’ve ever seen. you haven’t had much experience but fuck, it was big.

you look u pat him with doe eyes and open your mouth, you stick your tongue out and lick his cock from the base all the way to the tip. leaving the tip with a kiss.

“come on pretty girl, don’t keep me waiting. put that pretty mouth to good use,” he says, his hands going to the back of your head and gripping your hair.

“yes sir,” it was the first time you didn’t respond with an attitude or a quick comeback- you couldn’t even think with his cock so close to you.

“you do like being ordered around,” he tells you.

you sink it into your mouth, your tongue under it. you feel his tip touch the back of your throat and you haven’t even made it to his base yet.

“oh fuck,” he breathes, watching you take his cock deep into your mouth.

you pull back, taking your hand and stroking it first. rhett brings his hand up that was gripping the desk and spits in his hand, he lowers it down to you, “spit,” you spit into his hand and he strokes himself with you.

you drag your tongue across his slit where pre cum has formed and sink your mouth on him again. his hand grips your hair tighter as he begins to guided you.

“look at me,” he demands, your eyes dart up to his.

his hips buck once and tears form at the corners of your eyes. he pushes your head a few times careful not to hurt you.

his other hand comes to your cheek and his thumb wipes at the tear coming down your face, “you’re doing good,” he praises, “ain’t never had someone this good,” he tells you, “you’re good, pretty too,”

the wetness between your thighs grows. you’d have a spot on your underwear if you had any.

he pulls you back, “good girl,” he murmurs pulling up up to him again. he turns the two of you again so you’re back is to the table, he lowers himself. he lifts you dress up and chuckles.

“yeah you didn’t just come here upset about a grade, did you?” he asks dragging his thumb through you.

you shudder at the feeling, shaking your head, “mmm mmm,”

“words,” he says, continuing to drag his thumb through you.

“no. no i didn’t. mr. abbott- please,”

“call me rhett darlin,” he tells him.

“r-rhett… please,”

“please what?” he asks, quickening his pace, then focusing on your clit.

“fuck me, please,” you whine.

“that’s better,” he takes his hand from, earning another whine from you, licks his thumb like it’s nothing and and grabs you under your thighs. he lifts you and you’re fast to wrap your legs around him.

he turns and walks a little laying you on his desk.

he pulls you closer to him, lining himself up with your entrance.

he pushes into you slowly, his hands griping your hips. you’ll definitely have bruises when it’s all said and done but the painful let good. so so good.

you’d let this man ruin your life and you think you’re already letting him do it right now.

he pushes in further, you let out a slightly pained whine, “too big,”

“you’re doing so good,” he says as he begins moving back and forth.

it hurts but you like it. a lot. the stretch, the grip his hands have on you, his words. you hang onto his words.

“taking me so well,” he tells you in a cooing voice. he reaches up moving some hair out of your face, “look at me baby,”

you open your eyes to se whim looking at you. his eyes full of amazement and bliss.

“you okay?” he asks, you nod, “words darlin,”

“i feel… really good sir, thank you,” you squeeze your eyes shut as he bottoms out. he stays there for a moment, closing his own eyes and cursing under his breath.

“there’s those manners, good girl,” he says. he starts rubbing your hips, knowing his grip was firm.

you wanted to roll your eyes, to be a brat but you just couldn’t. you didn’t want to stop the pure bliss running through your veins.

rhett picks up the pace, back and forth, finding a rhythm with your hips that are moving but only barely.

your hands find his wrists, you wanted to feel all of him. he pulls you up by grabbing your worst and holding you close to his chest. one hand holding himself up on the desk and the other on your lower back keeping you up.

your nails claw at his back, he loans from the feeling. the feeling of your nails, your chest on his, you.

you were warm and he liked it, fuck did he like it. if he could stop and just stay like this forever he’d gladly take the offer.

“rhett, will you… please,” he knew what you were saying, he reaches down between you two and rubs circles on your clit. slow and sensual at first, your moans and whines and huff telling him to move back.

“come on baby,” he tells you in a deep voice, right near you ear.

you can feel it building up inside you, higher and higher begging to be let out.

“faster,”

“me or my finger?” he asks.

“you,” you breathe out.

his hips pick up pace immediately, back and forth, the sloppy sounds of you slick between the two of you, skin on skin. it was loud in the big room.

“shit, darlin,” he says keeping his pace.

“r-rhett-”

“go ahead,”

the permission sent you over the edge. your hands tangle in his hair, lightly pulling- you needed something to hold on to. your mouth coming down on his shoulder, biting to keep the moans from being to loud.

“fuck,” you moan against his shoulder.

“can i come inside you darlin?” he asks, the question of consent made you go even more crazy. you nod against his shoulder.

the bite sent him over the edge. a few more pumps and he was gone. his knees shake slightly, his hand moving to you middle back, keeping you close as you both twitch. he leans forward, moving his other to keep him up on the desk, not letting you down on it.

he shudders against you, you matching the same shudder. thank god you always remember your birth control.

after a few moments, you move your teeth from his skin. you kiss the bite a few times, apologizing.

“sorry about that,” you tell him.

“you can do that to me whenever you like darlin,” he tells you, his thumb making small circles on your back, “you’re heaven,”

you latch onto him, keeping yourself up right. you pull your head back to look at him. his gaze is dazed and euphoric.

he pulls out, slipping his boxers and jeans back on along with his shirt, once he’s dressed, he helps you off the desk: your thighs ached in a delicious way and your hips were sore. you loved it.

his hands ghost your hips, “you okay?”

“never been better,” you smile up at him, helping him button up his shirt.

he matches it, leaning down and kissing you. the kissing was soft and sweet… at first. then the both of you became hungry for more, but when your eyes caught the clock behind him you pull back.

“you have a class in five minutes,” you say biting your lower lip.

“you think i care when you’re here in front of me?” he asks.

“it’s your job,” you tell him, “we can do this again. right?” you look at him, making your eyes wide and glossy. a pleading stare.

“whenever you’d like darlin,”

you give him a kiss on the cheek, “bye mr. abbott,”

he gives you a bye back adding your lat name with a miss in front of it.

——————

Rhett hated the idea from the start. Cecelia had come to you begging you for help, saying that her land was about to be taken from her family by the Tillersons. And they did not have enough money to stop it. Everyone in Wabang knows the Abbotts, everyone knows exactly who each member of the family is. But you know that each and every one of them are good people, and that Cece is a saint. The second she came to you, you hung on every single word that came out of her mouth. The marriage was her idea, she said it was the only way your family would agree to send them that much money.

It all made you head spin, you’d do anything to help the Abbotts out…but marrying Rhett, however temporary it may be, was not a decision you were expecting to make. Cece could see how hesitant you were, and she told you she’d let you think it over.

Theres not secret that Rhett Abbott hated your guts, through you never fully understood why, you had an idea. Your family was more than well off, never knowing the struggles that most families like the Abbotts have to endure.

Most people thought they already knew all about you, rich little girl who gets whatever she wants and doesn’t have to work to earn anything. It made your skin crawl, this preconceived notion of your character has lead you to spend most of your life in isolation. Which ended up fueling the people’s beliefs of you being a high and mighty asshole. More than likely, Rhett thought the exact same thing about you. But regardless of what he felt or how low his opinion of you may be, there was always…something, about the cowboy. Most people in town saw him as a dirt bag. A drunk, a brawler, a cowboy who was up to no good.

Over the years, you have become a bit of a watcher, an onlooker. And throughout your time as a watcher, you have seen that Rhett really isn’t anything like that. He’s actually a big softy that just wants to be wanted and not just needed. You have seen Rhett help random people around town, an old guy who is struggling to load up his haul from the hardware store, his niece Amy who is too tired to keep walking so he gives her a piggyback ride, he’s even helped Joy stuff a Christmas tree that was never going to fit into her vehicle.

You have always had a small crush on the cowboy, gone to all his rodeos, silently and sometimes very loudly cheering him on from the sidelines. When he loses, you want to cheer him up, but then you think about how horrifically awkward that could be.

In the end, you were always going to tell Cece yes.

———

“Absolutely fuckin not!” Rhett stands up straight, once leaning on the counter of his family home’s kitchen, now he’s towering over everyone in the room. “Rhett sit your skinny ass down.” Royal all but hisses at his youngest son. You sit next to Cecilia at the dinner table, trying to not move around too much and draw attention towards yourself as tensions rise. Rhett yanks the chair beside you out from under the table and plops down.

You can feel the heat radiating off of him as you shrink into yourself in an attempt to make yourself impossibly smaller.

“Look I know this is not ideal-“No mom it’s not fucking ideal!” Rhett is practically fuming as he sits back in the chair and crosses his arms, and you don’t blame him for being upset. This is not a situation you would’ve ever wanted to put yourself or anyone else in. But right now it was the only way.

“Rhett, I’m really trying to be calm with you right now.” Cece starts off, as she leans forwards in her chair to level her son with ‘the look’. The one that says ‘keep acting up and I’ll smack the shit out of you’, it’s enough to make him stay quiet. “This isn’t something either of you want, but we need this.” Cecilia says, as the desperation she feels floods her voice. “We need the money Rhett and this is the surest way to get it. We don’t know how long Wane will drag this all out, and court isn’t exactly cheep.”

———

So here you are couple of months later after Rhett and you eloped, not wanting to draw too much attention and definitely not wanting to go all out with a wedding for a marriage that wasn’t meant to last more then a year or two.

Your parents were surprisingly very supportive, your mom was just happy you finally got married…while your dad was upset to have to let you go ‘so soon’. You had sat your parents down and spun them the story you and Cece put together. You told them you and Rhett had been courting in secret for years and recently decided to get married, they were pretty upset that they didn’t get to meet Rhett beforehand, but they warmed up to it.

You and Rhett kept up the appearance of a reserved couple who didn’t like to show off and kept more to themselves. At family gatherings, you and him had to really crank up the charm. Something the two of you rehearsed.

Your dad and Royal go along better than you could’ve ever imagined, they were practically bffs after the first cook out. Bonding over the ranch and other shared hobbies. You and Cece had spent some time giggling about it. About 4 months into the fake marriage, you really began to feel more at home and alive then you had in months. The only thing keeping you from slipping away into this fantasy was the tension between you and Rhett.

You barely spoke to one another, Rhett had moved into your small home on your parents land, he slept on the couch for about one month before you practically bullied him into at least sleeping in the spare room. He often woke up early to work out on the ranch and came home late, so you never had any time to speak to him. Eventually, you made sure to wake up early enough to make sure he ate something other than toast before leaving.

The first morning Rhett stumbled into the kitchen half awake with pj pants on, he nearly had a heart attack.

“Oh fuck me!” Rhett shouts out and you spin around fast enough to make you dizzy. “Shit, I’m sorry I-sorry I just wanted to make sure you got breakfast before heading out.” You say in a hurry as Rhett evens out his breathing. “What?” He says with confusion fulling his voice.

“Breakfast…I can make whatever you want before you leave.” You say awkwardly, now feeling like an idiot for waking up so early to do this. “Why? It’s not like we’re actually together.” Theres quite a bit of venom in the cowboy’s voice as he speaks.

He’s been like this every day for the past month and a half. Passive aggressive and sometimes just straight up rude. You sigh out in annoyance through your nose, trying to take deep breaths in an attempt to not get too angry with him. “Look, I know you hate my guts…but you don’t have to be such a fucking asshole all of the time.” You hiss out the last part frustration getting the better of you. You turn around to the stove heating up the pan to melt some of the butter.

Planting your hand on the counter you let your head hang as you compose yourself. “I just thought it would be nice to eat breakfast together and at least try to get along instead of being miserable.”

You hear Rhett let out a deep breath, before he walks over to the coffee pot. “You already started a pot?” Rhett mumbles out akwardly. “Yeah…Cecilia mentioned how you liked it and that you drank it pretty much every morning.” You voice is quite as you speak, you don’t look at him, you just watch the butter as it slowly begins to melt.

“Now I really feel like an asshole.” Rhett murmurs out after a while and you can’t help but chuckle, his accent is thicker in the morning making his words run together a bit. You smile at him as you look at his face, his ears are a bit red and he seemed embarrassed of his behavior.

“I’ll blame it on the lack of your morning coffee.” You tease and Rhett looks up at you and smiles, it’s small, but it makes your entire body heat up. You quickly turn back to look at the pan, anything is better then staring doe eyed at the cowboy.

“I’ll take some French toast.” Rhett mumbles after awhile and you smile shaking your head as you move to get the ingredients to dip the bread in. Guess French toast is better than just regular toast in the morning. “Just French toast?” You ask simply as you mix the eggs, milk and vanilla extract in a square Tupperware container to make dipping the bread into the mixture easier.

“…Maybe.” Rhett says after awhile, sipping his coffee and attempting to wake up. “How is it that a bull riding cowboy like you,” you pause to point at him before continuing to speak as you grab a piece of bread and dip it into the mixture before quickly putting it into the pan. “can live off toast alone in the morning?”

“One of the lord’s biggest blessings.” Rhett offers sarcasticly. You snort at him. “That’s a load of horse shit.” Rhett laughs and you and him continue to talk and banter playfully with one another as you cook breakfast.

And thus beings one routine of many to come. You and Rhett eventually become friends, and your crush on the blue eyed cowboy turns devastatingly into something much more and much harder to ignore.

———

Now whenever you go to rodeos to watch Rhett ride, you sit with his family, and your parents sit behind Cece and Royal. Simply so that they can gossip and watch the rodeo at the same time. Your dad and Royal are chatting it up while your mom and Cece gossip. You’re beginning to dread the day you and Rhett break this up more and more.

It helps that you two don’t kiss, or sleep in the same bad, but you’re starting to actually like this life. Rhett is riding better then ever, getting first place at every rodeo so far. Every time he looks between those bars when he loads up, the bench rooting for him is bigger than ever. Every once in a while he’ll look directly at you and the fucker winks, you’ll glare at him before grinning back.

Life is nice, good even. The more you learn about Rhett, the more you realize why there was always something about him that kept you from really looking at anyone else. You love his family, love how your parents are with his family…you may even love him at this point.

———

“You ready for your ride coming up?” You ask Rhett one morning, as you’re cooking up some eggs and bacon as he makes the toast for you both. Rhett chuckles softly, “As ready as I’ll ever be…I don’t know is ma and pa will be there though. Wane is up their asses lately.” You hum in agreement, it’s been about six months now and court is starting to feel like it’ll never end. “I’m sure they’ll find the time.” You say softly. It means to world to Rhett to have his parents there, he doesn’t have to tell you that for you to know.

You have seen how he always looks up at them through the crack of the metal bars when he gets ontop of that bull. The way his head snaps away from the score board and towards his family, every single time.

Rhett sits and watches are you cook breakfast, he’s leaning against the counter, back facing the cubers with his arms crossed. He seems to be completely relaxed. “Y’know…I thought the worst of you for years.” You laugh bitterly at his confession. “You and this whole damn town cowboy.”

“I was wrong.” That makes you freeze up a bit, and you eye him carefully. “Oh?” You muse suspiciously. “Don’t act so damn surprised that I’d admit to that.” Rhett glares at you, but there’s not bite to it. Not like there used to be.

“You aint anything how I thought you’d be.” You smile at him, before turning back to the food in the pan. “You’re not so bad yourself cowboy.” You admit softly and Rhett chuckle. “I’ll take that as a compliment sweetheart.”

“Eugh never call me that again.” You fake a shiver in fake discomfort, masking the actual shiver that pet name sends through you. Rhett laughs at you and continues to try out nicknames and pet names that make you want to sprint around the house out of sheer adrenaline.

You’re not sure when exactly it started, but you have been falling deeper and deeper into love with Rhett. So deep that you don’t see a way out of it, when this is all over, and the arranged marriage is gone, he’ll become that person who hunts you for the rest of your life.

He will be that what if, what if I tried harder to keep him, what if I just spoke up and told him how I felt, what if we never broke the marriage off, what if I never had to let him go.

Years from now, when you have all but forgotten how to love, you’ll think back to Rhett Abbott and wonder what ever became of your hot blooded cowboy.

———

It’s the last Rodeo, the championship and there is no one else here rooting for Rhett other than you…and Maria.

She’s this beautiful women that Rhett has been in love with since high school, and sure you and Rhett are “married” but she’s still as friendly as ever with him…maybe a bit too friendly. It makes your blood boil.

Tonight you’re the one who tapes Rhett’s wrist and gives him a pep talk. Royal couldn’t make it because him and Cece are still stuck at court with Wane, and Perry is home with a sick Amy. Your parents are with Royal and Cece trying to get Wane to back off.

“Okay…you’ve got this Rhett.” You begin awkwardly and Rhett laughs dryly at you. “Gee thanks coach.” You pinch his skin gentle and the cowboy laughs at you once more.

After a while of tapping his wrist in silence, you finish up and put both of your hands on his wrist. “Your entire life you’ve been living for everyone else but yourself…these past 10 years you have been riding these bulls to make your dad proud.” As you speak you don’t look Rhett in the eyes, instead you roll hus wrist around in your hands, looking over your tapping job. “Tonight…” You sigh and look him right in his baby blues. “Tonight is the night you ride for nobody else but yourself, ride to make yourself proud. Ride because you deserve this win after giving so much of yourself to everything and everyone else around you.” You pat both hus shoulders before holding then tightly and shaking him a bit. “Go get em cowboy.” In a moment of complete confidence…and maybe a bit of jealousy towards Maria, you get on your tippy toes and kiss Rhett on the cheek.

Then you scurry away faster than lightning leaving a very stunned Rhett Abbott in the dust. Mentally cursing yourself for doing that. You go sit in your spot where the Abbotts usually sit.

Once again Rhett looks at you through the bars, but he doesn’t wink, he looks unsure of himself so you give him a small smile and mouth ‘you got this cowboy’. Rhett grins and looks forward.

Unfortunately, the bull not only throws Rhett off its back harder then ever on his first attempt, but Rhett ends up landing on his shoulder in a way that most definitely dislocated the bone from its place in his socket.

You shoot up for your seat and watch him like a hawk as they usher him out of the way from the raging bull. You set off to find a spot where you can talk to him, but the mob of his fellow bull riders block you from getting Rhett’s attention. Cutting your losses you hurry back to the bleachers, but you won’t make it all the way around in time, so you go to the gate instead.

Standing on one of the bars hoping Rhett sees you, but you watch as he looks through the bars like always, but no one is there in the Abbott’s spot. Your so nervous that this is going to mess with his head, till the bull shoots out and Rhett stays on longer then ever.

And he gets first place, he wins the championship. You don’t think you have ever cheered so loudly before in your life. Rhett sees you then, standing on the gate and grinning at him like a madwoman. ‘I told you so.’ You mouth at him and he laughs shaking his head and picking up his dusty cowboy hat.

———

As you’re waiting for Rhett in your usual spot, some random dude starts hitting on you…like hardcore flirting.

“I saw you from across the Rodeo.” You pray to god that he will strike you down with lightning after those words leave the man’s mouth. He’s not Rhett level of handsome, he’s decent looking and most definitely drunk. “Wanted to know if you’d like to get a drink sometime.”

“I’m married sooo…no thank you.” You say awkwardly backing away from the man. “I don’t see a ring.” He reply makes you want to bash your head into the metal fencing. As he comes very close to you, the stench of alcohol burns your nose. “Forgot it at home.” You say simply, wondering why the hell this guy is still talking to you when you won’t even look at him. You attempt to bush him off but he keeps trying to touch you.

Before the guy can lay a finger on you, you feel an arm wrap around your shoulder and lips press against your temple. “Hey sweetheart, sorry I took so long.” Rhett’s voice is sweeter the honey and it’s got underlying anger lacing through it. “Who’s our friend here.” Rhett eyes the man up and down and suddenly this guy is shrinking into himself. “Oh I was just leaving.”

“Oh you were, huh that’s funny cuz I just watched you flirt with my wife even after she told you she was married.” Rhett’s other arm is in a sling but he’s still as intimidating as ever as he stands up straight and towers over the man. “First, I want you to apologize to my wife for being a fucking creep and then I want you to go crawl back into whatever hole you came out of.” The guy instantly rushes out an apology before running off. “I know I don’t bring much to the table…but that guy is probably the biggest asshole you’re ever gonna meet.” Rhett laughs out and you just stare at him puzzled. Till you realize that this random dude was Trevor fucking Tillerson…which made a whole lot more sense.

“Fuck…thanks for doing that Rhett.” Your skin is definitely crawling even more now, you feel unclean and uncomfortable. “Hey.” Rhett pulls you in for a one armed hug. “Aint nobody going to mess with you like that again…not if I can help it.” You pull Rhett in closer, hugging him the best you can when his arm is suck between your bodies in that sling.

“Come on, let’s get you home.” You say after backing away from him, sniffing a bit. “A bath should help with the soreness.” Rhett grins. “If you wanted me naked you could’ve just-“RHETT ABBOTT.” You hiss out cutting him off, as he starts snickering.

“GAHH, give me the keys so I can drive us home butthead.” Rhett continues to laugh but hands the keys over.

———

The drive home is fairly quiet, you can feel Rhett’s eyes on you for a majority of the ride, every time you turn to look back at him he snaps his head towards the window. You snicker after the second time and Rhett mutters grumpily.

Once you park your truck infront of your house, you turn to look at Rhett. This time he doesn’t turn away, he just stares at you, if you didn’t know any better you’d say he’s looking at you like a love sick puppy.

“What?” You ask laugh softly trying to brush off your nerves. “You’re so beautiful.” Your eyes widen in shock, and your face heats up. “Great not only didn’t you fuck up your shoulder but you have a concussion too.” You rush out as you hop out of the truck, you can hear Rhett laughing at you from inside of the cab.

“Wait honey, I’m being serious.” Rhett shouts out after you but he’s still practically wheezing. “Oh fuck off!” You shout back and Rhett jogs up to you. “I am being honest, I swear I don’t know why I keep laughing.” He sounds earnest as he holds your hand. His right hand is still in that brace, his only hand. You frown a bit looking down at the banged up brace, he’s probably used that thing for the last 7 years. “Hey.” Rhett moves his hand to lift your head up, brushing some hair behind your ear.

“Don’t gotta worry about me..kay?” He voice is soft, but soothing with the gruffness of his accent. “I think I’ll always worry about you.” You admit shyly. And Rhett smiles, you realize now that you and him are moving closer. You feel his breath fan across your lips, and just as you brush his against your own…you back away. He follows, and you smile resting your hands on his hips and pulling him closer, tilting your head to the side before kissing him. Rhett goes all in kissing you like you’re the very air that he breaths.

You tentatively run your tongue across his bottom lip and Rhett opens his mouth eagerly before backing you against the wall of your porch. His right hand on your cheek moves into your hair and you make sure to pull him in closest by his belt buckle. You’re reminded of his shoulder as his body presses against yours.

You break the kiss off, smiling at him softly. “Shouldn’t rush into anything cowboy.” You says breathlessly, and a little dumbly you’re heads too foggy for thinking too much about hwat your saying.

Rhett chuckles. “I’m not rushing into anything.” You looks at him, eying him up and down. “We’ll see how you feel after a bath.” You slip always from him to unlock the door. “Yes ma’am.”

———

Once you’re in the house, you start getting things ready for Rhett to take a bit of a bath before showering. His body could use a good soak before a shower. He got thrown around like a rag doll by god knows how many pound bull. He could use a deep clean too.

———

As your getting things ready, Rhett grabs ahold of your hand. “I wanted to…I want to thank you for the pep talk, and for being there to watch me ride.” His face is beat red as he speak, staring down at his socks as he talks. “It meant-it means more to me than you ever know.” Rhett looks up at you shyly, before stepping closer to you. “Even after courts over…would you-I mean-I would like it if you could stay here…with me.”

“Well Rhett…this is my house.” Rhett groans out at your response. “Y’know what I meant.”

“I do, and I would love to. To be honest, I’ve never…I really didn’t want to have to let you go.” You sheepishly murmur. Rhett breaths out in relief, surging forward to kiss you. You smile into it, wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him closer. Rhett bends down obediently and cups the side of your face with his right hand. Things start to heat up as you are whisked away by the moment.

It really takes a turn down the road of no return when Rhett all but whines into your open mouth when you tug at his hair. Rhett breaks the kiss to lean his head against your shoulder, a movement that grants you perfect access to his neck. You kiss and lick and even nibble at the exposed skin as your hands begin to travel down his frame.

“Sweetheart.” Rhett breathes out in response to your actions and you can’t help the wistful sigh that slips for your lips. That term of endearment at a moment like this just fuels the liquid heat of desire flowing through your veins. “Hehe, I knew it.” Rhett laughs breathlessly against your shoulder before moving to look you in the eyes. “I knew you liked it when I called you that.” You glare at him as nasty as you can mange. “Shut up.” And Rhett just laughs at you. You can’t help but smile and kiss him as hard as you can, while giving the bulge in his pants a light squeeze. Rhett jumps and grabs ahold of your wrist, and you grin into the kiss backing away far enough to see the expression on his face.

His eyes are screwed shut, brows scrunched and mouth hung open. The sight alone would give an old church woman a heart attack. “You good there cowboy.” Your own voice sounds so foreign, breathless and seductive in a manner that is so unfamiliar to you. “You’re an asshole.” He grumbles out in annoyance.

“Better watch it, you’re the one with only one arm…I can get away with a whole lot more than you.” You tease playfully before palming at Rhett’s growing excitement through his jeans. He’s all but panting now, and he’s left fumbling while you head off towards the bathroom. “Come on cowboy.” You call back to him as you begin to undress on your way to the door. Once you’re inside, reality hits you…you’re wayyyy over yo it head. Whatever confidence you once had flys out the window. This is Rhett fucking Abbott, and you have him all riled up and the poor guy has only one functioning arm.

You try to get ahold of your nerves as you begin to run the water, you only really got your shirt off, now you you’re standing in your jeans and a bra with your hands covering your face.

Just when you think you broke Rhett and he’s not going to follow behind you, you feel his arms wrap around your waist pulling you close as your back is skin to skin with his bare chest. His lips press against your the back of your left shoulder.

“The bath can wait.” Rhett mumbles against your skin, he kisses up toward your neck slowly. And it heats your body up and clams your nerves at the same time. Before you can rip him a new on for taking his arm out of his sling, Rhett speaks up. “I’ll be fine, like you said…you can get away with a lot more than me right now.”

———

You’re not quite sure how, but you and Rhett end up back in your room. Shortly after the water in the bathroom got turned off, Rhett pounced on you.

So here you are, on your back with Rhett ontop off you, kissing down your neck at a painfully slow pace. It’s like he’s on a mission to drive you completely and utterly insane. “Am I takin too long?” Rhett teases out, and laughs as you huff. “How’d ya guess.” You hiss out and Rhett laughs against your collarbone. “Your nose is all scrunched up, you only ever do that when you’re mad.” Rhett’s only good arm is holding up all his weight while his other hand starts trailing down your stomach towards the top of your jeans.

You lost your bra somewhere on the way down the hall, which is much towards your benefit because it’s one less thing Rhett can drag the ever living hell out. “You’re not the only one that’s been payin attention…that’s been watching.” The tension in your body snaps once Rhett nips at the top of your left breast. You suck in a deep breath to avoid making a noise but he can feel how your abdomen tenses at his actions. “Been going to the rodeos for years, you seriously didn’t think I wouldn’t notice you watching me.” Rhett’s voice is hot against your skin, as his kisses travel towards your nipple and then around it. “Rhett.” You attempt to hiss his name out but instead it comes out needy and desperate in a way that makes your face heat up with embarrassment.

“I’ve gotcha…you have not idea what it was like watching that asshole hit on you.” His right hand travels back up as he swipes his thumb across your right nipple. This time you sigh out and hold back a whine as your whole body jolts. “Fuckin Tillerson, always wanting what they can’t have…always wanting what’s not theirs to take.”

“What am I cattle.” You chuckle in an attempt of humor but it’s cut off by you crying out as Rhett flicks hus tongue against your left breast. “No, you’re much more then that…don’t even joke about yourself like that sweetheart.”

“Okay. Okay.” You breathe out harshly and suddenly Rhett is kissing you again. “My shoulders starting to burn.” Rhett grumbles out, and you laugh at him. “That karma for taking so damn long.” He smiles. “Maybe…but I aint done with you yet.”

Rhett sits up straight, sitting on the back of his legs from hus spot between your legs. “Help me take your jeans off?” You breath out before unbuttoning your pants and lift in your hips up in a hurry. Rhett laughs softly at your rushing and gabs both your jeans and underwear, pulling them both off at the same time. “Hey!” You laugh out. “You said just the jeans.” Rhett shrugs. “Less work for me.” He’s got a shit eating grin as he leans down to kiss you, it’s messy and hot and leaves you wanting to keep him there the whole night. But as he kisses across your jaw, and down your neck, anticipation begins to bubble up inside of you. Rhett’s kisses down your body turn into wet open mouthed ones the closer and closer he gets to his destination.

Right about the middle of your stomach is when you feel on of his fingers drag along your wet heat. The sensation leaves you breathless, and your back arches up into his mouth. “For fucks sake.” You hiss out and you can feel Rhett’s laughter against your navel. That finger rubs up and down your entire entrance before making a b-line do your clint. The second he reaches it you gasp out, and one of your hands flys to the back of his head, twisting and tangling into his curly hair.

“Rhett.” This time you can’t help but moan out his name as his finger rubs circles into you. You can feel out your body shakes, you have been wound up for months. Too reserved to go out for hook ups and way to afraid to relieve yourself with Rhett right next door to your room.

Your responsiveness has Rhett doubling down on his efforts to please you. His mouth is at your hip bone by the time his fingers make their way back down to your core. As his sinks in one finger, his mouth latches onto your clint and your gripping onto his hair for dear life now as another cry rips through you. Rhett hums into you and it sends a ripple of pleasure that shoots through your spine.

“Rhett! You-Fuck.” Your head digs into your pillows as you screw your eyes shut, and your back lifts off the bed once more. You can feel the stretch as Rhett adds another finger slowly and carefully as he continues to work your clint. Whatever pain it discomfort that you might’ve felt is dulled but the sensation of his mouth in you.

Rhett continues to work his fingers in and out of you as he abuses your bundle of nerves, and the mixture of both sensations has you climbing higher and higher.

“Rhett…Rhett don’t-don’t stop.” Your head spins and your ears begin to ring as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

“I’m so-Rhett!” Your squeak out as hus fingers finally nail the spot that has you seeing stars. It’s almost too much. “There!” You gasp out and Rhett immediately focuses on that spot, rubbing and pushing into it over and over again, as he sucks and even beings to nibble on your clint. And all the sudden your falling, head thrown backwards and your back arching and mouth hanging open in a silent scream.

When you finally come back to earth, Rhett is whispering into your ear as he works you through your high with his fingers. As your breathing evens out he stops and brings the damn things to his mouth. You watch him clean them off, wide eyed and suddenly more than ready to jump his bones.

“There you are, I was begin to worry about you sweetheart.” Rhett sounds about as breathless and boneless as you do, as if he’s thriving off your experience.

“I’m keeping you.” Is the first thing you manage to say, and Rhett laughs out loud shaking his head. He stop and leans back enough to fully look you over. “I’m all yours.”

In an instant, you manage to pin the cowboy down to the mattress. Attacking him and kisses and nipping at his skin. When you lean back and look down at him, Rhett stares up at you in awe, like you have hung the very moon and the stars in the night sky.

“What are ya up to.” Rhett accuses playfully. “Y’kniw what they say…” you trail off as you lean down to nip playful at his nipples, and you’re very pleased to see that the action has him sucking in a breath. Something you note and tuck away into the archive of you know how about the man below you, saving the information for another night. “Save a horse…” you look up at him through your eyelashes and watch has his blue eyes widen in realization. “Ride a cowboy.”

You watch how he gulps before plopping his head down and groaning out. “You’re gonna kill me.” He exasperates at you laugh at him. “I’m gonna ride you like you ride one of those damn bulls.” You correct him.

Rhett stared at you in complete shock and disbelief. “And here I thought I was the one with the filthy mouth.” You grin as you unbuckle his rodeo belt, the belt buckle pops open with surprising ease. You and him both mange to get him out of the jeans, but you decide to leave the boxer shorts on. A little revenge never hurt no body.

Rhett just looks relieved to get his pants off and he’s quick to lean up and drag you back down for a kiss. You go happily, kissing him with as much desperation and fever as he does you. You give a bit of and experimental roll of your hips, and the sound he makes, Rhett hold onto you in tightly and presses his hips up into yours as you continue to roll them down.

Rhett breaks the kiss and breaths out harshly, you’re not better than him, still sensitive from your first orgasim. “Please tell me you have a condom Rhett.” Rhett gasps out and nods enthusiastically. “Jeans back pocket.”

You are so quick to hop off and get the condom you bearly recover from almost wiping out and eating shit. You can hear Rhett laugh out breathlessly and as you turn around to scold him, condom in hand, you stop dead in your tracks as you take the time to fully appreciate the sight of Rhett Abbott, naked as the day he was born and on your bed.

“You’re…is there anything about you that isn’t so damn beautiful.” You whisper out and the way Rhett flushes has you freaking out internally. “I could ask you the same thing sweetheart.” You smile at him, before climbing back ontop if him. You take your time as you kiss him once more, slow and deep, it makes your head spin and as you back away, he’s chasing after your lips trying to bring you back into a kiss.

You laugh once more, you never thought sex could be so…fun, relaxing, so un-rushed. There it is again, those three words at the tip of your tongue, you swallow them down. You want to have better timing than this when you say that for the first time.

“Ready cowboy?” Rhett laughs at your question and nods. “Yeah…yeah I’m ready.” His first word comes out slightly high pitched and squeaky. You smile and peck his lips before open the condom up, and slipping it onto his length. It’s then that you fully take in just how girthy he really is. Man is 6 feet tall you really should’ve seen this coming. You can’t help but give him a few pumps that has Rhett gasping out and gabbing ahold of your hand.

“Sweetheart…I’m way to wound up for you to be doing that right now.” You grin and get ready to ‘sattle up’ (gah I’m so sorry for that)

You pant a both hands on Rhett’s chest as up lift your hips to sink down on him, Rhett’s grip on your thighs tightens as you begin to slowly sink down on him. Lifting your hips up and down to help with the pressure of taking in someone the size of him. Every time you lift your hips downwards to take in just a little bit more of him.

After a while, you give yourself time to adjust after he bottoms out. Both of you are shaking and breathing hard the break is very much needed for the both of you. “You okay up there?” Rhett’s voice makes you crack your eyes open, and god…isn’t he a sight. Cheeks flushed and blue eyes hazy as he lazily blinks up at you. “I should ask you that cowboy, you look worn out and we haven’t even started.” Rhett laughs softly and sits up with his good arm supporting his weight.

His left hand shakes as it reaches up to brush against to face, and you lean into his touch, letting your eyes flutter shut as you bask in the warmth of him. “You’re so beautiful, I don’t know how I could’ve ever missed you in that crowd.” You smile softly and look into his eyes. “You’re everything to me.” You murmur out, it’s ironic, saying I love you is too much, but saying that isn’t???

Rhett smiles, in a way you have never bared witness to before. Is so…warm and tender, leaving you feeling fuzzy. Rhett pulls you in for a kiss, that’s just as warm and tender as his smile. And you begin to roll your hips, and you feel the shuttering breath Rhett lets out through his nose against your cheek. Another roll and you can help but gasp out into the kiss as you and Rhett begin to pant into each other’s open mouths.

Eventually, Rhett ends up on his back once more as you live up to what you said. You roll your hips and alter between that and lifting your hips up before slamming them back down at a brutal angle and pace. Rhett’s moans and whines are what fuels your actions. Who would’ve ever guessed that this cowboy could be so vocal.

Rhett helps the best he can, but with one arm is pretty hard to. You’re as ruthless as can be, gasping out and whining right along with the man below you.

———

By the end of the night, you’re both boneless and worn out. You fall asleep in each others arms, and when you wake up…Rhett is still there, sleeping peacefully and looks so peaceful in the morning light.

He pulls you closer to him, kissing your forehead and mumbling a good morning to you softly. He’s attached to you as you cook breakfast, arms wrapped around your waist and his head on your shoulder, he occasionally kisses your cheek your your neck. From time to time you’ll turn your head to kiss him.

It’s one morning of many more that will share it’s likeness for the years to come.

Fin

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Guys…ima need to bath in holy water after this…this is the filthiest thing I have EVER written.

Cut it short at the end cus it’s 1am rn. I HOPE YOU LIKED THIS ANON SO SORRY IF IT DIDN’T LIVE UP TO YOUR EXPECTATIONS

Thanks for reading

The cage door swings open, and the bull wastes no time making its strength known. You let out a stream of sentences, mostly consisting of 'hang on' or 'a few more seconds'. You don't even know if he can hear you, but you'll be damned if you don't try.

You keep reminding yourself it's only a few seconds, then he's done. Except that isn't quite true. Anything can happen in those few seconds, and that idea has a vice grip on your lungs. With every harsh jerk and near slip, you find yourself gasping. However, how unbelievably attractive he looks is not lost on you.

His blue shirt under the black leather vest always makes his eyes pop. The black cowboy hat pressed firmly against his scalp only adds to his appeal. You can't count how many times you've found yourself staring at the simple article of clothing.

The second buzzer goes off, signaling he beat everyone's time. It's enough for your white grip to loosen on the railing. You watch as Rhett lets go of the reins and tumbles off the bull. It's a planned fall that gives him time to brace. That doesn't stop the bull from giving him hell. The hind leg of the creature bucks ever so slightly and causes him to hit the ground harder than usual.

When he doesn't get up right away, a pit in your stomach forms. One of the rodeo hands rushes to help him, but he's already propping himself up on his elbows.

The moment he's out of the ring, you're running to the back of the rodeo. You dodge a few horses being guided to their trailers and ignore a few disgruntled handlers. All you care about is seeing Rhett.

He's propped up against a flimsy wooden fence with his hat in hand. The moment you're within ten feet of him, his head snaps up to see you. As if he sensed you approaching.

A smile spreads onto the corner of his lips, and he pushes himself off the fence. His feet begin moving toward you to match your pace. The moment you're close enough, his arms are around you. He plants a soft kiss on your head before his finds its place on top of yours.

"I thought I told ya I was gonna meet you in the parkin' lot," He mumbles. You can feel the vibrations of his voice against your skin. It's a comforting sensation after seeing him take a hard fall.

"I didn't want to wait that long," You explain. Your hands move to his shoulder blades. "Besides, that fall looked nasty."

"Sure as hell was. Thought I broke somethin'," He chuckles. After a few seconds, he takes a deep breath and pulls away. "Aren't you supposed to be congratulatin' me?" He asks with a raised eyebrow.

You completely forgot. He lasted the longest and therefore won. You were too busy making sure he was all in one piece you didn't even think about it.

"Congrats, Rhett," You finally say. The words tug at your lips, forcing a grin. You can feel the anxiety leaving your body the longer you stand in front of him. "You really rode that bull," You tease. You never know what to say after a competition.

"Alright, let's get you back to my family," He chortles. "I gotta finish up here, but I'll come find you later," He wraps his arm around your shoulder in a swift movement. He uses this as a way to guide you back to the stands. He stops right outside the entrance and moves his hand to hold yours.

"Promise you won't get hurt until I see you again?" You question. It's only half serious because the hard part is over. You know he's not going to be getting on another bull tonight.

"Oh, now that is a hard one to keep," He sucks in a breath to fake a serious tone. He shakes his head, pretending to think, as if the promise is so hard to keep. "Yeah, I think I can do that," He nods while still keeping up the act.

"Don't bother if it's going to be hard for you." You press your lips into a frown to join in on the act. "I know how tough it is to not stumble and fall for you."

"Aw, now that's not even remotely true." He scoffs. His grip on your hand tightens as he holds back a laugh. "I only make a fool of myself in front of you."

He pulls you closer to him with a gentle tug. His lips find yours almost perfectly. Like a magnet finding its other half, he's always gravitating towards you. His lips melt into yours for only a few seconds, maybe as long as his time in the ring.

"I gotta go, but I'll see you soon," He assures you between kisses. He places one more peck before having to leave.

he isn't here tonight however, something about a last minute competition he pressed into your forehead with a fluttering kiss before he left you to escape out of his barn a few days ago and you haven't seen your cowboy since. with dance rehearsals, gruelling training and surrounding yourself with your brothers enough to throw them off the scent of you and rhett's secret has been taking up almost all of your time. and when you're not with him, you're thinking of him and it hurts to be on the opposite side of his family's rivalry.

it wasn't unfamiliar news to wyoming that the abbotts and tillersons did not get along. generations worth of fueds had been sowed into the ranches and it was never specifically said to your face but you knew it in the disapproving glances royal abbott sent your way whenever your rode to the border where your ranches met, hoping to steal a look at your favourite cowboy. it was in the stoic stance of cecilia abbott who could only send you the smallest of smiles as she reluctantly babysat her granddaughter who was too young and naive to understand what it felt like to have enemies; she just liked to watch the ballet. she didn't know the whispers that would circle town of the hatred your families held for each other, she just thought the ballet hall was the prettiest thing she's ever seen- and that you were the prettiest girl she has ever seen.

but tonight, you knew they would be out supporting their own, just as you ached in your bones to be in his vicinity. the show had ended as a success, scouts had been planted, impressed and had approached your brothers at almost every interval, begging for you to relocate this talent outside of the small town you live in- but you know as long as your father is alive, you're stuck here to this foresaken ranch with no end in sight.

"amazing show, tilly," your brother luke affectionately kisses your cheek and you smile softly, nodding your head in appreciation. he takes the massive bouqets of flowers piled into your arms, promising to take them back to the ranch for you and keep them alive. "you need a lift back?"

"nope, might catch a drink with the girls and then head back," he ruffles your hair "night" and you wave at the other two brothers already waiting at their cars. no doubt they are also going to let the buzz of alcohol numb out the loneliness they also feel from being trapped in this place. though your brothers were always better at hiding it- they had a purpose, they had the ranch. you? you were the youngest, the only daughter- there to stand in name and look pretty.

"catch you later," you breathe into a side hug and watch their cars slowly back out of the hall parking lot. you're still standing in your costume attire, your hair tightly pulled at the scalp that it drums a coming migraine into your temples. you sigh slowly, the end of the night slowly creeping up on you and settling on your heart so you turn to make a headstart to the door and gather your things.

the chill of the air bites at your skin until you're lifted airborne, spinning around and around as the familiar feeling of home plants his hands at your waist and twirls you like you're suddenly invincible. "oh my god," your hands are shakily holding yourself up on his shoulders before he lowers you into his embrace with a rough chuckle, "you scared me," you breathe into his neck, into his pulse point as you feel the soft beats of his heart alongside your mouth.

"missed you, doll," he brings his lips to yours, biting on your bottom lip and dragging it between his teeth. it's messy the way you attack him back, swallowing his love and filling it with the days of yearning and longing for your lover. he has you up against the wall, shielding your body from the public eye, though it is almost midnight and there's hardly anyone who'd lurk at the backstage door. but still, the wall is cool compared to the burning intensity rhett presses into you and his hands climb lower and lower.

"rhetty," you murmur, breaking apart from his swollen pink lip momentarily, directing your focus to littering softer kisses down the length of his neck and into the centre of his throat.

"yeah, baby?" comes his heavy drawl as he flicks his neck upwards, relishing in your touch and how the scrape of your freshly manicuref fingernails feels trailing over the spot you've just marked in his neck proudly.

"we should move this to your place," you look up to him after a beat, softness swirling in your eyes as rhett returns the tenderness immediately. he pretends to think on it, causing you to burst out a giggle so light it blinds him and he grins.

"too far," he hums, trapping your body beneath his and moulding your body in the wall. you shoot him a look, taking in your surroundings to make sure there's no one but you guys out in the open. it's risky being out this long, someone's bound to catch up your lie and the consequences settles a spark of the same dreaded fear in your bones- a constant reminder of who the two of you are and what you belonged to first.

family history and then to each other.

"someone might see us," you whisper and he rolls his eyes- the same sentiment that gets rinsed between the two of you almost every single encounter alone you have. but he knows its true- and in the midst of a family fued so stupid and heartless, the last thing he wants to do is loose you in the mess of it too.

"good thing i brought my truck, huh?" he grins, a flash of pearly white teeth peeking through the edge and you bite back a smile of your own. he's lifting you in his big arms again as you fight the tulle, wrapping your legs around his waist in a tight knot and interlocking your arms around his neck. at this level, rhett can hear your heartbeat tattering in your chest inches away from his ears and if he could, he'd use that as the soundtrack to his life. sometimes, when the world feels too heavy for him to carry and too quick for him to keep up with, its the same tattering that slows him down to his own pace and he'd imprint it onto his own if he could.

he grips the back of your thighs with one arm and unlocks the door to the backseat with his other, lying you down gently before climbing in on top of you. the door slams with a thud and you're so damn thankful that rhett has tinted the windows to his truck or you would've been long exposed. your arms still interlock around rhett's neck as he draws closer to you and you pause-

"wait," and he lifts his head from the dip of your neck. he's still in his riding uniform as your hands work their way over the shiny buckles and denim that hugs his form a little too well. you love rhett in his uniform, it stirrs a new kind of excitement and trouble for you and he lets you run your fingers all over him before tracing the corner of his lip where a faint scar rests. "how was the ride?" your eyebrows lift in a gentle question and a smirk rests on those rosy lips.

"i don't know sweetheart, you haven't started yet- can't really grade it so far but i appreciate the enthusiasm," and you scoff, bringing your knee up to nudge him lightly in feign annoyance.

"very funny, abbott," you fight his teasing grin, "how was it?" he presses a kiss to your thumb holding jaw and at the corner of his lip gently before getting a little bashful under your stare, he clears his throat lightly and presses his forehead to yours.

you get a glimpse of your favourite colour as they stare back at you intimately, "your boy won, of course," he adds, letting the shy grin run wild and your eyes widen in excitement.

"oh rhetty, baby, that's," he doesn't let you get the words out before he kisses you senseless. you detach yourself from him before he latched onto your neck and travelling down your chest exposed from the strapless costume you had danced in tonight. "excuse me," and he pauses at the sternness laced in your voice, "can i not praise my hardworking boy? my bullriding champion?" you emphasise and at the claiming, rhett feels his heartbeat downright pound and beg to be released from his chest, feeling the heat of his blood race to the tips of his ears in a maddening blush. "you're incredible," you speak directly into his gaze, "that's raw fuckin' talent, baby," and he flushes under your praise. there's only you in the entire world who's ever made rhett abbott feel like he's somebody, that he does have something to offer this shitty place and that hopefully washes out some of the dirty footprints that have been left in his soul. he's in love with you, the person you make him want to be for himself and you and he's sure he could never find you in any other person ever.

"is that right?" he murmurs intensely, and a laugh escapes you,

"uh yeah, that is right," you raise your brows and watches as a small frown overtakes his face.

"what?" you question, but his hands do the talking, they travel up to your hair and tug it free from the hold its in- a few pins clatter to the floor of his truck, no doubt some are still stuck between the strands but he comes his fingers through it to break the stiffness of the wax used to slick it down. "it's going to need a wash," you admit and he nods softly almost to himself.

"it's going to give you a headache," he mutters seriously and he lets the hair fall down the car seat like a river, running his fingers through the length of it. you lean into his touch instantly, a small sigh of pleasure leaving your lips and he wants to savour how every decible sounds from your lips. it isn't long before the two of you are tangled in each others embrace again, lost in sweet kisses and praise that rhett almost doesn't hear the knock on his truck roof.

"rhett, what the fuck you doing round here?" comes the voice of your brother luke and rhett feels you ice out, freezing completely as your body turns limp under him. he pressed a kiss to your cheek softly, closing his eyes before lifting his head and raising his voice, careful not to be loud so close to you.

"luke is that you i hear?" he feigns indifference.

"you gonna get out the fuckin' truck?" luke shouts and you're sure you can already detect the thick of alcohol slowing his speech down. "or you fuckin' some random in the truck?" he spits out, "at my damn sisters performance!"

your heart thudders in your chest and all the warnings you and rhett have shared in the last months make you feel so damn stupid for not just giving in to sensibility. the voice draws nearer till you can feel luke's voice at rhett's driver side window thats peeked open halfway. at luke's nearing movements, rhett lifts your body from the seat at a lightning pace, holding you just inches from the floor, burying you further into hidden sight behind the seats. his fingers grip your back as you dangle halfway, hoping you're not breathing as loud and hard as it feels. the touch is warm and rhett tries to stroke his thumb gently across your exposed back in comfort but you've closed your eyes tightly in fear.

"luke," rhett's tone lowers itself dangerously and you've never heard it dip so bad in warning, "get the fuck away from my truck, i am busy," each word is gritted out as his fingers tighten around you.

"you're a dick!" he spits, "and when you get rid of the girl come morning, i'm gonna bust your ass, this is our fucking territory" and it isnt long before he's trailing away from whatever slither of darkness he errupted from.

its silent; the thick of the air settling on your skin and from where you're half buried, the darkness feels like its closing in on you- it gets harder to see rhett's face the tighter you wind in the spiral.

"c'mere darlin," and he hauls you back up against him, you shift your bodies so you're now sitting up right next to him, making a move to reposition your dress in all the ways rhett has undone you and sit. he lets out a sigh- one of relief or plain exhaustion, you are unsure but he waits for you to find your words- to tell him what you want to do as he sits there worldlessly playing with your fingers as you play with his heart.

"i think it's time for me to go home," you swallow quietly- and rhett hates this version of you that your brothers bring out. the one that shrinks into herself, so unsure and small- that always finds a way to walk away from him.

"hey now, don't do that to me honey, don't start pulling away," he immediately wraps his arms around you, holding you close, "let's not let that dick ruin our night, baby." and you close your eyes, wanting to believe its just you and him, against the world but as long as youre a tillerson and he's an abbott- things will never work out the way you want them to.

"you know what i think?" he hums into your ear.

you don't ask what, just look upwards into his soft eyes and raise your brows slowly, he uses his fingers to smooth the wrinkle between them and places a kiss to your hair, "i think that after both our performances today, we should at least celebrate with dinner?"

"rhett its one am," you place a hand on his heart.

"and i'm starving," he moans, "c'mon, dollface. i'll drive out of state if you're worried about anyone spotting us." and he would absolutely blow his fuel tank and travel the unneccessary miles if it gets you to relax his shoulders and sink back into him.

"i wish we wouldn't have to," you mumble as he hums in agreement.

"babygirl, i'd take you in whatever pieces you'll let me than not have you at all," and he lifts your chin with his finger to melt his lips into yours again. the hesitations there but he feels you back on earth on the same wavelength again in moments. its his turn to pull away and he stares at you with a look of such adoration that you let the grin put up permanent residency onto your face.

"what?" you stick your tongue in your cheek, trying to read into this expression.

"you just look like rest of my life, doll," its so natural how the words fall from his lips and he knows that they mean a greater weight to you than an 'i love you'.

"you can't just say that rhett," you breathe, the air getting warmer around you and before you have a chance to let your mind travel lightyears away from him, he's cupping your cheeks holding you still.

"and why not?"

"because you make me think that we can pull this off- that we can make it out of here," you stress- it's downright wishful thinking and dangerous how you would follow rhett to the other side of the world- abandon all you've ever known to have him whole.

"we can," he swears a promise so true as he presses his forehead to yours, "and we will." you know he means it with his whole being; the fierce determination laced in his voice and the firmness holding his features in place. you rest your head on his chest, choosing the easier option to make believe in the pretend dreams of freedom and love than having to face reality with another arguement- spoiling both his and your nights. after all, he did just win a bullriding competition and instead of being with his family or friends, he's here in the shadows with you.

"c'mon baby," he pats your hip affectionately before making a move to open the backseat door. you gingerly follow him out and take your place upfront where he laces your fingers together over the console, kissing your knuckles tenderly. the truck starts up with a gentle pur before he takes his eyes off of you to back up out of the ballet hall parking lot, but never moves his hands from yours throughout the journey he takes out of state.

and when he arrives at some random diner miles away from what you call home, he unlocks the passenger side and helps you out the car. you two must look ridiculous- you still in stage costume and makeup, and rhett in his boots and denim uniform clinging to him like second skin. he must know this too because he laughs like this is just a little secret only the two of you will carry and cherish your entire lives.

he lifts the cowboy hat off his head and places it on top of yours, kissing your cheek swiftly before leading you into the diner. one hand remains on your waist and the other in your own hand as you walk in synchronised step.

"tonight, there's no tillersons and there's no abbotts," he murmurs into your ear, "its just me and you- and i'm just a boy taking this mighty fine girl out for a date and hoping i'll get a goodnight kiss." you stop walking and hes a step ahead, looking back your arms outstretched from the interlocked hands.

"if you're a good boy, you'll get more than just a goodnight kiss," you smirk to break the tension, knowing how hard he's working to make this night right again and he pulls you right up against him.

"yes ma'am," and he promises to the stars- with his whole soul that the two of you will make it to wyoming, even if he has to lose everything to make it happen, he's willing to put up the biggest fight of his life.