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“Do you want to be a dirty little cowboy cum slut for me?”
Thats a mouthful. Dirty little cowboy cum slut. 10 pts to ravenclaw for creativity
There are some very specific words that threaten to fall past my lips that I have to swallow back down.
Say them you coward
I’ve been unashamedly staring at my ex-boyfriend’s father’s ass for the better part of the last hour.
As you should
“Well, in that case, I love it even more than I did five seconds ago.” I tilt my head back and give him a grin. If this is Colt’s happy place, then it has just leapt to the top of my list of favorite places to be in this entire world.
Get married already
“Layla … I’ve got something for you.”
Is it a ring
I’m blinking fast as Colt reaches one arm toward the end of the couch. Fisting his jet-black hat, this startling, gorgeous man nonchalantly leans forward, placing it on my head.
Thats not nearly what i wanted
how much I’m hopelessly and ferociously in love with him.
Ughhhh
“Look at you. Wearing my hat with the prettiest cunt, dripping wet for me.”
Woof
I just want to blurt it all here and now. It hangs on the tip of my tongue, to confess how I feel, to free myself of the self-imposed rule I’ve stamped in red ink all over my life that says I cannot tell this man I love him. My ex’s father. Colton Wilder. The cowboy who has my heart, and who gets to keep it once I leave this place, even if he never knows that it will stay here with him.
Once again... Fuck Kayce
Reaching out with my knuckle, I swipe a bit of rogue sauce from the corner of her mouth, bringing it to my own to lick off.
Ugh why is that so tender?
“What the fuck was that?” His voice is a gruff whisper. Blood pounds so hard and frantic in my ears. I can’t hear a thing. Only, the next moment I do. Like a gunshot going off. A truck door slams, right outside the barn.
Oh fuck
“Yo, Dad. Are you out here?” Oh god. OH GOD.
DUDE
And when the familiar sight of the girl from the cafe with her poker-straight black hair, and bleached tips turns to take in my arrival, my eyes fall to her stomach. Her very rounded stomach. Her very pregnant stomach.
Huh
time in weeks, and he’s brought his piece of ass from town with him—who he’s managed to get pregnant, no less—and this feels like all my nightmares have coalesced.
DUDE???
I bet that girl can’t wait to get out and hang with others her own age.”
Can you shut the fuck up
The sound of her soft footsteps, and sight of my girl walking out those doors leaves my heart slashed in two.
I hate Kayce
This is a horror movie. I’ve ended up in hillbilly hell, where the succubus slurping on a ghastly-looking mocktail, carrying the spawn of my ex-boyfriend, is spending the entire evening trying to hit on his father.
Punch her
Chyannah
Stupid ass name
“There’s my baby daddy,” Chy calls out as Kayce reappears and slides back into the booth. Ew. Gross.
Agree
“Go on. Be good like your friend here, since it’s your birthday and all.” The drink is shoved toward my mouth forcefully, and I manage to slap it away. Most of it spills on the man holding it, and he curses. “Fucking stupid bitch.”
Ill stab
“Screw you. Let go of me.”
How is Kayce lettin this happen????
I’m not fucking stopping. “Are you all good in there?” My goddamn son is still on the other side of the door.
Ahhh
Shaking my head, I grunt. “I’m not going to say those words. We’re not going to, baby. Not here. Not in a bathroom. They’re right there on my tongue. You know they are, and they’re all yours, but it won’t be like this because I would hate myself forever.”
Fuck
Clearing my throat, I rest my lips against her brow. “I shouldn’t admit this, so please don’t say anything back, Layla. But one look at you, and I’m lost inside you. I’m sinking deeper, but it’s the opposite of drowning. For what it’s worth, whatever this is, I want it so bad it fucking aches.”
I hate this
“And guess who got them fucking arrested last night … all because they were dancing with you.” Chy just about spits the words in my direction. Her overplucked eyebrows arch as she dares me to confess to the reason why Colt might be acting protective over me.
This bitch...
“Layla …” He clears his throat, pauses, then when Colt speaks, his voice is quiet and rough. “Find that sweet spot, angel. Take your aim and hit that target.
Well instanr tears
“Man … it feels like a fever dream, but it turns out I wasn’t the father.” He gives me a wry smile.
Go fuckin figure
“Turned out the baby belonged to my dad.” There’s a high-pitched ringing in my ears. Every ounce of blood drains from my face. What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. My knees feel wobbly. “Holy shit, Layla. I’m just joking.”
I almost threw up
“Yeah. Gets even worse, mind you.” He scrunches his face, wincing in anticipation of how whatever he’s about to say next will go down. “Did I ever mention that she’s related to the Pierson brothers—my cousins.” “You fucked your cousin?” “Ew. No.
...
“Just saying. Offer still stands. You … Me … if we’re thirty-eight and still single …”
I love her
Colt stands under the shade of the leafy branches, leaning one shoulder against the broad trunk, watching me descend from the stage. One hand is tucked in his front pocket, and in the other, he’s got something wrapped in brown paper.
Ill die
Once they’d argued their way through the crash course in technology, he forced Colt off the mountain and told him he needed to go get the girl.
Fine Kayce can live
