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Wait! When did you make that bracelet for him and where did you meet him??

Was it the bracelet? If so, how does it feel to be gods favorite?! Because in my mind, technically that means he loves me and he’s officially my bf 🤷🏻‍♀️

i met him at the atta boy show in nashville last year!! (which is the night that pic is from) it was right after him and freddy had their lil challenge on who could keep a goatee the longest and lewis shaved his like two nights before so my bestie robyn and i came up with the idea to do an “rip goatee” bracelet for him and a “goatee champ” one for freddy. i gave it to him outside of the bar before the show and he laughed and thought it was awesome and when we went to the merch booth freddy told us he sent a picture of it to their group chat. he wore it throughout the entire show and i recognized the colors bc i had done like copper/gold colors. and that bitch drank like 4 high noons that night so i could’ve known it was the nashville show from anywhere.

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next up on the short n’ sweet celly track list 🤭 to the ones who were feening over more of call it what you want this one’s for u!!!

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hi besties just a reminder!!!! likes are always welcome but pls reblog at least something if you’re gonna spam like my entire masterlist :)

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realizing he was wearing the dilfiest dilf rhett shirt in nashville me and robyn won so hard im so sick this is haunting me months later i can’t escape

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IS THAT THE FUCKING BRACELET I MADE HIM

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Happy 2k Shelby 🩵,

For the celly:

Jack Abbot, age gap, with a sprinkle of enemies to lovers.

dancing with our hands tied - jack abbot x fem!reader

❛ i don't have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you have no idea how long i've thought about having you like this. ❜

18+ only. mdni. mentor/mentee dynamics. semi rough sex. 21 year age gap (sorry look away). making out. dry humping. kind of soft dom jack 🧎‍♀️

he was infuriating. insufferable. a complete and total asshole. and you were in love with him. unfortunate.

you should’ve never kissed him that night in the bar when you didn’t even know his name. and you should’ve never volunteered for the night shift. you would’ve never seen each other had you not. but the first time you saw him your heart dropped into your stomach and you felt so embarrassed you wanted to crawl under a rock. of course the hot older guy from the bar was your attending. because, why not?

it was months of constant back and forth between the two of you. it almost became a running joke between the other interns. how long would it take before you two were at it again?

two minutes. that was your record.

“i hate him!” you screamed into your pillow the moment you flopped yourself onto your bed.

“what’s all the fuss about?” trinity santos, one of your roommates, asked. she was propped against the doorframe of your room.

“jack fucking abbot! i hate him! he makes my life miserable!”

“you’re such a baby. i think you just need to fuck him. get it out of your systems, ya know?” she munched on a bag of chips, saying the statement so nonchalantly.

“what?!”

“it’s very obviously just sexual tension. you want him. he wants you. what’s stopping you?”

“he’s my attending, trin. you’re insane!” you couldn’t stop your mind from racing with thoughts you’ve had already. jack’s hands touching you, his mouth kissing you, his c-

“see! you’re drooling! just once. live a little.”

and you living a little is how you ended up on jack’s doorstep one night with a bottle of wine and his favorite pasta dish that you learned how to cook. all because he mentioned it one time and you couldn’t forget it.

jack opened the door wearing a black t-shirt and gray sweatpants. his gray hair was not styled and curls were sticking out and you had to resist the urge to reach out and touch them.

“what are you doing here?” he asked, not amused by your arrival.

“hello to you, too. i come with a peace offering.” you held it out so he could see you weren’t lying.

“is that creamy chicken pesto?”

“you got it.”

he opened the door for you and led the way to the kitchen. he was silent as he pulled out plates and silverware and crystal wine glasses.

“what is this for?” he asked as you ate dinner across from each other. “did you put rat poison in it?”

“no, you ass- no. i just- i’m tired of fighting daily battles with you.”

“i push you because i know you’re capable,” he said, voice softening a bit. “you have so much potential and you’re holding yourself back. stop being scared.”

“i’m not-“

“yes, you are. you’re an incredible doctor. you take risks no one does because you care about the patient. not the title.”

the praise made you warm all over. your head hanging to avoid jack’s intense gaze. you heard his chair move away from the table and you felt a warm palm on your knee as jack kneeled beside you.

“hey. look at me. you’re brilliant. and i’m sorry if i made you feel any less. i think you scare me,” he chuckles slightly. “i still think about that night at the bar. when i saw you that first day in the pitt… i didn’t know what to do. so i pushed you away. it was best to keep you at arms length.”

“but you were a jerk to me…”

“i know but you- you said to me that night that you didn’t have time for distractions right now. i was trying to respect that.”

“i don’t want you to respect it anymore..”

your eyes met in a fiery gaze, your hands nearly trembling as jack stood to his full height.

“do you mean that?”

“yes.”

and that’s all it took before he was hauling you into his arms and pulling you into a bruising kiss. it was sloppy. needy. everything you wanted to feel again.

he walked you back to the couch without ever separating from your lips. his large hands gripping your ass hard enough to leave marks. jack sat on the couch first, manhandling you into his lap and you both groaned as your middle brushed against his growing erection. your fingers finally tangling into the gray curls.

your hands were all over his body as were his on yours. you were lost in each other. time seemed to stop when you started grinding against him. he looked like every wet dream you’ve had with his head back against the couch and your name spilling from his lips.

“fuck… you have no idea how long i've thought about having you like this… makes me- fuck- makes me feel dirty.”

“i’ve thought about you every time i touch myself for the past four months, jack.” you confessed as your movements became more erratic, enjoying the pleasure the friction of your clothed pussy and his cock provided.

“one day m’gonna be inside you. make you forget about everyone else. gonna ruin you.”

“you already have, doctor.”

and with swift movement, he flipped you around to where you were on your back and he hovered above you.

“i think it’s time for my dessert,” he mumbled as he kissed his way down the valley of your breasts and pushed your dress above your stomach. “gonna make you come on my mouth. and then my fingers. and if you’re good, i might let you just come on my cock.”

and he held to every promise that night.

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okay sorry guys i didn’t lock in and work on the celly asks life has been a lil CRAZY but i do have some exciting news!!!! i have a job interview for basically my dream job this week and i need all of the good vibes i can get it🥺

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the devil couldn't reach me so instead he made sure I have a hard time expressing my emotions and thoughts

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I’m such a big Rhett Abbott fan, thank you for your service and time to write stories 🫡

sending you a big ass kiss 💋

Never stop the Rhett fics

are you taking requests?

he’s the reason i started writing in the first place i’ll never stop!!

and i’m always open to requests!

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Omg! Please PLEASE WITH A CHERRY ON TOP

tell me you’re going to write more parts to call it what you want - a rhett abbott series??!

I was just reading this and noticed it hasn’t been updated since 2023!!🥲😭

please 🥺

i really really want to!!! i kinda lost my ideas while writing it but i do wanna return to it since people are reading it again 🥺

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gonna lock in and work more on my celly asks i can’t WAIT for yall to see these

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a sweet soul shared this wonderful project with me and i thought id share it here for everyone to participate! you can find more info below or at lewispullmandaily on instagram!!

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Sabrina Carpenter | The Summer of Sabrina Carpenter | On Set with a Rolling Stone Cover Star | June 12, 2025 | 🎥 Waiss Aramesh

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since this is getting attention again it makes me wanna revisit it 😮‍💨

call it what you want masterlist

add yourself to the taglist!

summary: when cecilia won’t stop pestering rhett about finding a nice girl, he panics and says he already has. but, he hasn’t. so now, he needs your help convincing his parents he’s changed and that you’re in love. fake dating your best friend… what could go wrong?

warnings: 18+ only. eventual smut. fake dating. friends to lovers. language. drinking. pining. fluff. some angst. each chapter will have individual warnings.

chapter one

chapter two

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shelby my darling! i’m so happy for you, congratulations! i would love a little somethin’ somethin’ with our beloved old man, dilf rhett, and this prompt from the age gap list: ❛ look at how well you take me. even though it's been so long. ❜ 🩵

fast times - dilf!rhett abbott x babysitter reader

18+ only. mdni. warning for slightly problematic age gap (15 years). face fucking. dirty talk. rhett is a dirty old man.

you nearly cried from relief as you hit ‘submit assignment’ on your last paper. ever. you were nearly a college graduate. four years of busting your ass, finally coming to an end. and for once, you were excited to go back home.

your school was far away, nearly seven hours from your family and friends. and it sucked. the last time you were home was christmas. the last time you saw rhett was new years.

the last time you felt his touch. his arms around you. his kisses.

long distance worked for you both but it was still difficult. you can only do so many facetime dates and phone sex before you start feeling a ping of longing and loneliness.

it was still a secret to your family. with rhett’s age and him being close with your father, you weren’t ready to give him up. or your family up. so it was just you and him. and his girls of course. they adored you. you watched them every summer you were home. grace begged you for show jumping lessons and ellie demanded on you showing her makeup tutorials. it was sweet.

the evening went on as you packed the last of your things into boxes and ate your processed mac and cheese for dinner. kraft should get an award for how much it helped you through the last four years.

you hadn’t heard from rhett all day, which was to be expected. calving season was in full swing and he was busy on his ranch wrangling ranch hands and two wild daughters. but still, you missed him.

the last bite of the pasta was making its way into your mouth when you heard a knock on your apartment door. slowly chewing the food, you set your bowl down on your oak coffee table and looked out the peep hole, nearly busting your face with the door as you threw it open and threw yourself into the arms of the man standing on the other side of it.

“hey, baby,” rhett’s marlboro laced voice rumbled into your hair, strong arms wrapping around your frame. “surprise.”

“what are you doing here?!” you squealed, not pulling back to allow any space between your bodies as he backed you through the open door, kicking it shut with his boot.

“figured i lend a hand and help you move back home. being a good friend of your dad’s and all,” he said, a lazy smirk on his lips. god, he looked delicious. his face had a pink shade to it, barely visible white lines from where his sunglasses typically rest across the bridge of his nose. the gray hairs that grew from his temples were nearly bleached white from the sun. the smattering of freckles on his cheeks. you wanted to fall to your knees.

and you did.

you pushed him back the few steps it took for him to be flush with the front door and fumbled with his obnoxious belt buckle, desperation clouding your last thought.

“needy little girl,” he murmured as his hands joined your own to pull his jeans down enough to expose his hardening cock. a small whimper escaped you as you wrapped your hand around the length through his boxers, his length growing beneath you with each stroke. “g’on. i know you want a taste.”

your mouth attached to his already leaking tip barely a second after his boxers were pulled down to his muscular thighs. his head slammed against the door as you suckled on the pink flesh, kitten licks to the slit. you missed teasing him like this. missed his taste. all musk and all rhett. you craved it.

it took several minutes of coaxing your throat to open for him but when he hit the back of your throat and your nose was nuzzled into the hair at the base of him, he moaned your name so loud you were sure your remaining neighbors heard.

“fuck, babygirl. just like that. missed that hot mouth. look at you,” his hand held the back of your head as you bobbed up and down on the length. you knew what he wanted and there was no denying you wanted it as well. your hand met his on your head and you pushed on a downstroke. that’s the only hint he needed.

his hands cradled both sides of your face as he started to slowly thrust his hips, causing you to gag slightly at the pressure.

“you know what to do if it’s too much. one tap for a break, two taps to stop.”

you just nodded, a trail of drool escaping the corners of your mouth. rhett’s eyes darkened and he entered another world. his hips began to piston against your face, cock going deep into your throat. he was all grunts and moans through gritted teeth as he used you for his pleasure.

“look at how well you take me. even though it's been so long. so fucking good for me. always good for me. best thing i’ve ever had,” rhett rambled, signaling he was close to his peak. it hit you both a bit unexpectedly. his warm release coated your throat and his hips stopped as your face was pressed against his soft stomach.

“fucking christ,” he heaved as you slowly pulled off the softening length. “never had a welcome like that before.”

rhett helped you up from the floor, noticing the wince that spread across your face from kneeling on the cold wooden floor.

“my turn.”

and you let out another squeal as he landed a heavy hand on your ass and nearly dragged you to your bedroom. all you can think is thank god the bed was still put together. and thank god you didn’t have to wait another second to be with your man.

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shelby my darling! i’m so happy for you, congratulations! i would love a little somethin’ somethin’ with our beloved old man, dilf rhett, and this prompt from the age gap list: ❛ look at how well you take me. even though it's been so long. ❜ 🩵

fast times - dilf!rhett abbott x babysitter reader

18+ only. mdni. warning for slightly problematic age gap (15 years). face fucking. dirty talk. rhett is a dirty old man.

you nearly cried from relief as you hit ‘submit assignment’ on your last paper. ever. you were nearly a college graduate. four years of busting your ass, finally coming to an end. and for once, you were excited to go back home.

your school was far away, nearly seven hours from your family and friends. and it sucked. the last time you were home was christmas. the last time you saw rhett was new years.

the last time you felt his touch. his arms around you. his kisses.

long distance worked for you both but it was still difficult. you can only do so many facetime dates and phone sex before you start feeling a ping of longing and loneliness.

it was still a secret to your family. with rhett’s age and him being close with your father, you weren’t ready to give him up. or your family up. so it was just you and him. and his girls of course. they adored you. you watched them every summer you were home. grace begged you for show jumping lessons and ellie demanded on you showing her makeup tutorials. it was sweet.

the evening went on as you packed the last of your things into boxes and ate your processed mac and cheese for dinner. kraft should get an award for how much it helped you through the last four years.

you hadn’t heard from rhett all day, which was to be expected. calving season was in full swing and he was busy on his ranch wrangling ranch hands and two wild daughters. but still, you missed him.

the last bite of the pasta was making its way into your mouth when you heard a knock on your apartment door. slowly chewing the food, you set your bowl down on your oak coffee table and looked out the peep hole, nearly busting your face with the door as you threw it open and threw yourself into the arms of the man standing on the other side of it.

“hey, baby,” rhett’s marlboro laced voice rumbled into your hair, strong arms wrapping around your frame. “surprise.”

“what are you doing here?!” you squealed, not pulling back to allow any space between your bodies as he backed you through the open door, kicking it shut with his boot.

“figured i lend a hand and help you move back home. being a good friend of your dad’s and all,” he said, a lazy smirk on his lips. god, he looked delicious. his face had a pink shade to it, barely visible white lines from where his sunglasses typically rest across the bridge of his nose. the gray hairs that grew from his temples were nearly bleached white from the sun. the smattering of freckles on his cheeks. you wanted to fall to your knees.

and you did.

you pushed him back the few steps it took for him to be flush with the front door and fumbled with his obnoxious belt buckle, desperation clouding your last thought.

“needy little girl,” he murmured as his hands joined your own to pull his jeans down enough to expose his hardening cock. a small whimper escaped you as you wrapped your hand around the length through his boxers, his length growing beneath you with each stroke. “g’on. i know you want a taste.”

your mouth attached to his already leaking tip barely a second after his boxers were pulled down to his muscular thighs. his head slammed against the door as you suckled on the pink flesh, kitten licks to the slit. you missed teasing him like this. missed his taste. all musk and all rhett. you craved it.

it took several minutes of coaxing your throat to open for him but when he hit the back of your throat and your nose was nuzzled into the hair at the base of him, he moaned your name so loud you were sure your remaining neighbors heard.

“fuck, babygirl. just like that. missed that hot mouth. look at you,” his hand held the back of your head as you bobbed up and down on the length. you knew what he wanted and there was no denying you wanted it as well. your hand met his on your head and you pushed on a downstroke. that’s the only hint he needed.

his hands cradled both sides of your face as he started to slowly thrust his hips, causing you to gag slightly at the pressure.

“you know what to do if it’s too much. one tap for a break, two taps to stop.”

you just nodded, a trail of drool escaping the corners of your mouth. rhett’s eyes darkened and he entered another world. his hips began to piston against your face, cock going deep into your throat. he was all grunts and moans through gritted teeth as he used you for his pleasure.

“look at how well you take me. even though it's been so long. so fucking good for me. always good for me. best thing i’ve ever had,” rhett rambled, signaling he was close to his peak. it hit you both a bit unexpectedly. his warm release coated your throat and his hips stopped as your face was pressed against his soft stomach.

“fucking christ,” he heaved as you slowly pulled off the softening length. “never had a welcome like that before.”

rhett helped you up from the floor, noticing the wince that spread across your face from kneeling on the cold wooden floor.

“my turn.”

and you let out another squeal as he landed a heavy hand on your ass and nearly dragged you to your bedroom. all you can think is thank god the bed was still put together. and thank god you didn’t have to wait another second to be with your man.

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🦬 🌽 , jealousy prompt 20 - i forgot what it says but i think it would be so much fun to write, make it smutty even?? yk

i wanna be yours | rhett abbott

❝ you call the shots babe, i just wanna be yours ❞

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rhett had never been any good at hiding when he was upset.

he tried. god, he tried. he held it all inside, buried it down beneath the hurt and the anger and the rage. yet, even still, it always found a way to reveal itself on his face. in the tick of his jaw, in the narrowing of his eyes, in the parting of his mouth. his poker face left a lot to be desired.

right now, he wished more than anything that he could hide his emotions. but they were there, burning red across the tips of his ears, sliding down his throat like a bitter poison. his chest was tight, his hand was clenched so tightly around his condensation-soaked beer bottle that he was a wonder it hadn't cracked from the force.

worst of all, he was angry at himself. angry for the way he was feeling. he had no right. you weren't his. you hadn't pledged your loyalty to him only. you'd both agreed that what you shared wasn't serious. that you could date others if you so desired.

and yet, as he watched you across the bar, listening to the flirting of a clean cut cowboy, his skin burned. that should have been rhett up there, leaning against the bar, basking in your personal space. making you laugh. yet he was here, tucked into a booth, and you were there.

and for a single, terrifying moment, the reality of losing you settled in, like ice water splashed in his face. but how could he lose someone he'd never had to begin with?

it didn't help matters that his brother was seated across from him, watching him stew. rhett didn't dare look at him, because he knew he was grinning, and if he had to see that smug look on perry's face, he was certain he just might punch him square in the teeth.

"oh, you’re so jealous. this is great to watch." perry spoke from behind the spout of his beer bottle, eyes shining with mischief.

"i'm not jealous," rhett snapped, a little too quickly.

perry barked out a laugh. "steam's practically comin' outta your ears, rhett."

his eyes finally flickered to his brother, and there was a sharpness there. a warning. "leave it, per." he wasn't in the mood to argue. he was certain he'd end up making a fool out of himself anyway, by letting his emotions get the best of him.

he was good at that. blowing up. ruining everything. and right now, he had no desire to that. it was already painful enough, seeing you with someone else.

"s'beyond me why you're lettin' another guy stake his claim on 'er." of course, perry never could leave well enough alone.

rhett slammed his bottle down on the sticky table top. "she ain't somethin' to claim, asshole. she's a human being."

"still, if you want her to be yours so bad, why are you just sittin' here on the sidelines while some squeaky clean cowboy sweet talks her?"

perry wouldn't understand. he couldn't. the inner turmoil rhett experienced over you was something he could not explain. he didn't have the words. didn't even know how to talk about it.

rather than argue with his brother, rhett simply knocked the rest of his beer back before he shoved it aside. "i need some air." he got up without another word, ignoring whatever jeer perry threw in his direction as he stalked off. he needed to think.

across the bar, you saw him. it was a natural bodily response for your eyes to follow him. you couldn't help it. you were drawn to him, and it felt as if a magnetic pull was just beneath your feet, coaxing you toward him. but you couldn't go to him, because you were currently being commandeered by the most annoying, clueless man you had ever met.

you'd seen rhett when you first came in, and you had fully intended to crash his and perry's drinking session by squeezing yourself into the booth, right beside rhett. but you'd barely given the bartender your drink request before the nauseating smell of cheap cologne filled your nose, and you looked up to find a young man wearing a stark white cowboy hat and boots that were too clean.

he simply wasn't getting the hint that you weren't interested. you were trying to figure out a way to let him down gently, but he made it impossible, continuously talking about himself and his own accomplishments, and not allowing you to get a single word in edgewise. and then, you saw rhett. rising from the booth in the corner. you silently prayed he'd look your way as he passed. perhaps he'd notice your discomfort and intervene.

as rhett passed the bar, he tried not to look at you. really, he did. he wanted to put his invisible blinders on, keep his head down, and get out of this stuffy, booze soaked bar. but his eyes drifted to you anyway, betraying himself. and to his utter surprise, you were looking right at him. your face had changed. your eyes were wide. almost pleading. he told himself he was reading too much into it, that he'd merely imagined the look.

but even so, he found himself detouring, headed straight for you. the second you saw him approaching, relief washed over your face, and he realized he hadn't imagined your pleading gaze. chest prickling with protectiveness, he cut in, jaw tense, eyes narrow.

mitch, the guy who'd been incessantly bragging about his lackluster personal accomplishments for the past fifteen minutes, straightened when rhett interjected, standing to his full height. it was laughable, because rhett was considerably taller and broader than mitch was.

"who the hell do you think you are?" mitch demanded.

rhett let his hand rest upon the bar top, his arm acting as a barrier between you and the other man. behind him, you immediately relaxed, knowing he had it handled.

"i think you've outstayed your welcome, friend." but there was no friendliness in rhett's tone. his words held their usual rough grit, with a threatening edge lingering just beneath the surface.

"and what makes you think you can just walk around like you own the place? fuck off, the lady can speak for herself."

at that, rhett scoffed, before he glanced over his shoulder at you. "he botherin' you?" he asked.

you sighed. there was no use in lying. "yes."

rhett nodded once, satisfied, as he fixed his gaze on mitch once again. "there ya go. she's done talkin' to you. now get outta here." his stance was wide, shielding you entirely. though you weren't in a dangerous situation, you felt so protected by him. you knew, if anything were to happen, he'd make sure you were safe.

"no, we were hitting it off until you stuck your nose in our business, prick," mitch snapped, clearly not ready to back down. he stepped closer to rhett, invading his space.

rhett stared him down, shoulders tense. "you really wanna push it?" his tone held an air of 'try me. see what happens.'

mitch seemed to consider it for a moment, but eventually backed off, stepping away with a roll of his eyes. "whatever. she's not worth it, she's probably a sl–"

rhett reached forward before the other man could even finish his statement, grabbing his jaw in a tight grip. "i dare you to finish that fuckin' sentence," he growled.

mitch shoved rhett's hand away. "get off me! you're fucking insane!" he snatched his bottle of beer off the bar and stomped off, flipping rhett off as he went. rhett merely rolled his eyes, watching him leave. he only turned to you once he was certain the other man was gone.

his eyes had lost their sharpness, replaced by soft concern. "y'alright?" he asked, stepping into your space. his presence wasn't oppressive, like mitch's had been. rhett's warmth and quiet concern was comforting.

"yeah," you answered with a nod. "he just wasn't getting the hint. i'm glad you walked by when you did." you grabbed your drink, quickly downing the rest of it, as rhett tried to hide his sheepishness over the fact that, when he'd walked by, it had been because he was upset over seeing you with another man.

"glad he's gone," he muttered, "he doesn't deserve to even breathe the same air as you." he hadn't meant to say it out loud, but it was too late to take it back. his breath hitched in his chest, and he cleared his throat, suddenly very aware that his ears were red.

you were silent for a moment. he expected teasing. maybe a giggle from you. what he didn't expect was for you to gently reach out, fingers hooking against his jaw, turning his face toward you. there was no judgment in your eyes.

"were you jealous?" you asked. not accusingly. not in the jeering way that perry had spoken to him earlier. there was nothing but kindness and understanding in your eyes.

he let out a stuttered breath, lashes fluttering, suddenly feeling as if he was under a microscope. "...maybe i was," he admitted, as if it hurt him to do so.

you were quiet for a moment before you reached for his hand. "c'mon, let's go outside."

he let you lead him out of the bar, into the balmy spring night. the music, the overlapping voices, the clink of beer glasses, all faded into the background, replaced by the peaceful night air.

"now what's this about you being jealous?" you asked, once you were away from prying eyes and listening ears.

rhett sighed, shoulders falling, suddenly very interested in kicking at a pebble with the toe of his boot. "shouldn't've said anythin', don't know what i was thinkin'."

"rhett." you wanted the truth.

"fine. i was jealous, alright? seein' you with that asshole...i know now that you weren't really interested in him, but for a minute, i had to face the reality of loosin' you to someone else, and i had to get the hell outta that bar."

his confession hung heavy in the air between you. your chest tightened as emotion welled up within you, but you forced yourself to keep it together. "you don't have to lose me. i've been here the whole time, just waiting for you to wake up and see that i'm in love with you."

his eyes snapped up to yours, and his mouth parted as he sucked in a breath. he swayed slightly, filled with disbelief. "you...you're in love with me?" surely he hadn't heard you right.

you threw your hands up. "yes! god, i've loved you for months! but we agreed this wasn't serious so i never said anything. but i'm tired of pretending like i don't love you! i can't pretend anymore."

he was silent. staring at you, wide-eyed. there was an electric charge between you. you could feel it, crackling just beneath the surface. you weren't sure who moved first, but within seconds, you were crashing into each other, mouths pressed together in a frenzy of need, desperation, and unspoken feelings.

rhett held your face in his big hands. you held the collar of his shirt, grounding yourself. when you parted, you were both breathless, a little unsteady on your feet, and overwhelmed. that electric charge had grown tenfold.

"i'm in love with you too," he gasped. "i don't want you seein' anybody else. i wanna make you mine. and i want everyone to know it, too."

you held his gaze for a beat. "then do it. make me yours, rhett."

in seconds, he was moving. hand grasping your elbow, guiding you across the parking lot, boots scraping against concrete and loose gravel. "where's your truck parked?" he gruffly asked.

"o-over there," you weakly motioned to the end of the parking lot, where you had conveniently parked your truck in the shadow of a nearby grove of trees. in the dark, no one would be able to see you, unless they looked closely.

rhett wrenched open the door, tossed his hat inside, and climbed in. then he turned, grabbing your hand and guiding you up into the truck after him, right into his lap. it was crowded. the positioning was slightly awkward. but neither of you cared.

he slammed the door shut, engulfing you in the silence of the truck's cab. he'd had you this way many times before, but this felt different. because it was different. you'd just confessed your love to one another. this was more than just a rushed hookup.

you didn't speak. you couldn't, you were too busy pawing at each other, your hands unbuckling rhett's belt, his shoving your panties to the side. you were increasingly grateful you'd chosen to wear a sundress that night.

rhett was the one to break the heady silence, growling into your mouth was he shoved his jeans down. "gon' make you mine. leave you drippin' with me."

you whined softly as his fingers inched inside you, intent on preparing you to take him. "please," you gasped, shivering at the stretch of those digits inside you.

"nobody else gets to be inside this pussy but me."

when you didn't reply, his teeth nipped at your bottom lip. "say it."

"mph! only you get to be inside my pussy!" you gasped.

"uh huh," he grunted, withdrawing his fingers, using your arousal to slick over his cock. "don't you forget it." when he slipped inside you, you moaned brokenly, head thrown back, body shuddering at the stretch.

he took you there, in the passenger seat of your truck. it was rushed, intense, messy. a way to release all the pent up emotions the two of you had been harboring for months. in the end, you collapsed against him, sobbing softly from the intensity of it all.

rhett soothed you, fingers trailing over your spine, lips against your temple. "i've got you, darlin'," he assured you. "and now that i have you, i ain't never lettin' go."