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When my eyes drop down, they catch on the jet-black cowboy hat in his big paw. Oh, god … and then his tightly fitted wranglers. This is the real danger out here in small towns like this. Cowboys with impeccable manners who look like they can sweep you off your feet one minute and rail you until you forget your own name in the back seat of their truck the next.
Immediately my slutty brain makes a comment about how this man is the complete opposite of that. Big dick energy radiates off him like the sun.
“I could be borrowing a friend’s car,” I tease. This time, his eyes most definitely drop down my body, and every inch of me comes alive. “A friend, hmm?” He mulls the word over. “Is that the kind of friend that comes with a dick, or without one?” Well, fuck. Is he asking if I have a boyfriend? “Uhh. No friend.” I chew my cheek a little. “Boys my age aren’t worth my time, I find.”
He rubs a thumb along his jaw, still leaning against the truck, and he looks so damn good I want to melt.
Trying to keep my eyes on her face. Trying not to think about the fact the girl from the gas station is here. She’s here and standing in my kitchen.
“You’re all good for supplies over there?”
“Aw. Offering to saddle up, ride over here and tuck me in are you, sunshine?” “Fuck you very much.”
So, I do the worst thing imaginable, considering the way my cock is more than interested in the young woman sitting across from me. I offer her a job.
How my idiot kid could let a girl like that go, I have no idea. If I were twenty years younger, she’d have been the girl of my fucking dreams. Hell, she is right now.
“Go easy on me, ok?” Layla breathes. I don’t know what comes over me, but as I help swing her up into the saddle, the words are out of my mouth before I can stop them. “I promise, I can be gentle.”
“Jeez, whatever. Girls like her are probably lesbian and shit anyway.” Oh my god. If Colt doesn’t kick this guy’s ass, I will. “Get the hell off my property. You want to do a welfare check in the future? Pick up the radio instead, or so help me, I’ll put a bullet in both your knees.”
Boned any hot cowboys? Who says ‘boned’ these days? Oh, I’m sorry. Let me grab my urban dick-tionary Fucked Shagged Rode like a bronco … Take your pick.
Of course it’s suspicious they’ve all been injured in the same manner. My spine stiffens knowing, but not wanting to admit out loud, what the obvious explanation for this blood-stained situation is.
“I don’t want to disappoint you,” she murmurs. Little does this girl know, she could never. “You won’t. Now, just take a deep breath for me, baby.”
Her brightness only amplifies the scowl I’m wearing. She’s a ray of fucking sunshine, and I’m the thundercloud about to unleash all hell at any moment.
“You’ll need this.” I take my hat off and drop it on her head. It’s a little big for her, and even though she looks gorgeous in anything, fuck me, the sight of her wearing my jet-black hat sends a rush of blood to my dick. She reaches up to touch the brim, readjusting it slightly on her head, and her green eyes sparkle. Which is why I don’t even bother trying to explain why I just did what I did, yet still hop back in the cab feeling like a fucking king. Even if she’s not my girl, I can at least lay a claim on her so no asshole around town dares to look twice her way.
There are rules about cowboy’s hats and the fact my ex-boyfriend’s father gave me his … well, I can’t let myself read too much into it. My horny mind is already up to no good. Wear the hat, ride the cowboy, and all that.
“Then tell me why every night is a battle, Layla. Tell me why I have to damn near lock my own door.” “Why would you—” His gritty noise cuts me off. “Because I’m in so much trouble when it comes to you. Tell me why the fuck I’m spending every night talking myself out of visiting the bedroom just down the hall of the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, just to see how she tastes.”
“Is that my lips, or somewhere else, cowboy?” Colt lets out a groan mixed with a growl, and my breathy words are hardly out of me before his hand dives into my hair. “Fuck it.” His mouth crashes against mine.
I want his mouth on me. To taste me everywhere like he threatened to. I want him to own me and keep me in his bed, and I don’t want to resurface, ever.
“Tell me to stop.” He kisses and nibbles my bottom lip, and I whimper with each gentle tug. “Please don’t.”
“This is all for me?” He grunts against my neck. I feel his fingers slide down further, hard and low inside my jeans, cupping the drenched material against my entrance. I whimper and nod. “All for you. Only you.”
“I’m sorry. Is it me? Something I—”
“Look at you, baby.” He lets out a low growl. “Jesus Christ. The things I want to do to you.”
“You’re perfect and beautiful, but right now, I need you to do as I say, baby.” I hate how much I love hearing him call me that. “Go to bed. Don’t stop. Don’t pause. I need you to do that for me.” He knows he can ask this of me, and of course I’ll be good for him. Because he knows I want to please him and if I don’t obey him right now he’ll never forgive himself for giving in to this thing between us. I want to be so fucking good for him.
Spending time enjoying her company is just so damn easy … and that might be the most terrifying part to all of this.
I’d rather stab myself in the eye than be the person who causes her to have tears in hers again. She deserves so much goddamn better. Better than I can offer her. And that’s the entire dilemma I’m in … I want her to have the moon and the stars and the sun itself, but I don’t want anyone else to be the one giving it to her because I am a selfish, old bastard.
Sage: Any update on the *hot cowboy you won’t talk about* situation? I know there is SOMEONE. My third eye is tingling, bitch.
I miss you both so fucking much, you know that right? Well, of course you do, I’m the whole package. And whatever, you can’t be missing my ass that much. Tell that to the tonsils you were exploring last night. Don’t think you can avoid giving me more details. I expect a play by play.
“Christ, Layla. Just do your fucking job.” He pins me with a glare that is all too familiar by now, but no less intimidating. “And if I catch you trying to sneak off and get out of doing your duties by leaving the stables today, I’ll put you over my damn knee.”
“I’m not looking their way, cowboy. There’s only one man I’m interested in, and he’s one I can’t have. So, what does that make me … a pathetic slut, or a masochist?”
“I heard a saying once …” My fingers unclench from the blanket, allowing it to fall open and reveal my figure. Reaching out, I lift his hat off his head, setting it on my own, not missing the flare that catches light behind his honeyed eyes. “You touch a man’s hat, you’re either planning to fight them or fuck them. So, which do you want with me, cowboy?”
“You willingly placed your hat on my head … so, is the real reason you gave me yours in town the other day, the second option?”
“I love it when you look at me, Daddy.” A storm explodes in his eyes. “Do you like it when I call you that?” “Fuuuuck.” He groans and tips his head back. Giving me a long, hooded stare that makes my clit throb. “I don’t want to say.”
“Is this what you’re wearing all the time underneath your jeans out on the ranch? These slutty little knee-high socks?” “Maybe.” Cocking my head to one side, I study him for a long moment and then lean forward until my aching nipples brush against his chest, lips ghosting against his ear. “Or maybe not, and I like knowing you’ll be asking yourself that question every time you watch me work.”
“I’m barely hanging on to decency here. There’s too much filthy shit going through my mind for you to be looking at my cock like that.”
“Baby, I want to fuck you so badly. I want these tiny lace panties balled up inside my sheets every morning, and I want your sweet cum all over my tongue.”
“I want to slide my tongue inside your sweet little cunt while you’re asleep. Have your body fall apart while you’re still dreaming, then shove inside you.” He hisses as my hips shift over the head of his cock. “I’d fill your pussy up so fucking deep you’d never be able to forget me.”
“I don’t know. I don’t fucking know, baby. If you let me see your cunt, I’m going to want inside you. I’m going to want to eat you until you’re begging me to stop. But I know I won’t be able to stop. There’s no going back for me once that happens and I’m not going to be able to keep myself from fucking you in every one of your sweet little holes.”
“It’s yours if you want to look. I won’t tell anyone.” I rub a little harder over the outside of the lace. My eyelashes flutter as the liquid heat settles low in my stomach. I’m not even sure I can feel my toes anymore. “God, you’re the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Fuck. Fffuuuck. That’s it. Just like that, eyes on me while you give it to me like a good fucking girl.”
What’s worse, is I know the exact shade of forest green her eyes turn when her hot little cunt grinds in my lap, and rolling climax drags her under.
A giant hand reaches in to squeeze a tight fist around all my vital organs at the moment our eyes lock on one another for the first time in a week. This is the power Layla Birch has over me. What this girl does to me, without even so much as trying, every single time. I’m so fucking fucked.
this girl is trying to be good for me. She’s trying so damn hard to be perfect, for bullshit I growled at her about weeks ago. Is there any worse fucking feeling in the world than this?
“Why do I care so much what you think of me?” She spits against the wind. “All I seem to do is want to try not to disappoint you, and yet it’s never enough.” “You are enough.”
“You’re right. You are too old for me. Bitterness has consumed you and shriveled up whatever used to beat inside your chest.” She sneers in my direction. “You’re going to rot up here hoping that tomorrow you might wake up, and you’ll suddenly be free of the guilt you’ve been carrying around.” That’s right, baby. See me for what I really am.
I want her. I want her so badly it aches. Yet, she’s not mine to hold, or whisper to, or soak up her smiles.
“I wouldn’t want to go against your wishes. If you’re telling me you don’t want me to put my tongue inside you, or to lick your cunt until you’re screaming, then I’d better not.”
God, I’m obsessed with having her fingers roam over me. I’ll never wear that goddamn hat again if it means having her tugging on my hair and guiding me to rasp my mouth and beard all over her slender throat.
“Baby, I want to taste you.” Kiss. “Fuck you.” Lick. “Consume you.” Bite.
