Saucy minx.
“Haven’t you broken the cowboy code?” she asks.
“What?” I dumbly reply, feeling whiplash at her abrupt change of topic.
“You know, cause you don’t have your hat. I just figured there was some list of unwritten rules that cowboys live by. No hat, no boots, or no buckle means you get your cowboy license revoked.”
I chuckle. My Spitfire always keeps me on my toes.
I can hear the chirping of the cicadas through the phone, and a swell of homesickness washes over me. At one point in my life, I wanted nothing more than to get out of buttfuck nowhere Bodella. Now my heart aches to be back in the small outback town.
“If there was such a code, I’d be breaking it if I told you,” I say in a singsong voice, getting a side-eye from a passing cowboy.
“Hmm, but surely a cowboy’s Omega is an exception.”
My breath hitches. Calling herself my Omega sets off a primal instinct within me. I duck into my empty horse trailer, boost myself up into the privacy of my bunk, and let myself indulge in my Alpha instincts. I grind the heel of my hand into my aching cock.
“A month is too fucking long for this cowboy to be away from his Omega,” I growl down the phone.
Matilda’s breathing changes and I swear I can smell her scent blossoming sweetly from here.
“It was all your idea,” she says.
“Fuck. I know. Shitty timing to suddenly become responsible.”
She sighs. “I wish you were here.”
“If I were there, we’d be in big trouble.”
I hear her suck in a breath. “What kind of trouble?”
I’m tempted to answer her, but it’s hard to get the words out past the lump in my throat.
I clear my throat and try again. “The kind of trouble that involves me pinning you down and taking you until you’re begging me to stop.”
Matilda goes quiet and there’s a rustling sound on the other end of the line. I’m momentarily worried I’ve frightened her off.
“Matilda?” I call down the phone.
“Sorry,” she rushes out. “I just removed the towel I was wrapped in so I can sit on it. You always make me so wet, I have to protect my bedding.”
I swear she’s trying to kill me. All of my blood has rushed to my cock and my head feels dizzy.
“You dripping slick for me, Omega?”
Matilda makes a high-pitched whining sound which makes my head spin. “Don’t tease me, Alpha.”
I laugh at her frustration, and in the next instant, my pants are around my ankles and I’m gripping my cock in my fist.
“Fuck me, Spitfire,” I grunt, pumping my length. “You’ve got me so hard.”
Matilda’s breathing grows erratic, and I can hear the unmistakable sounds of her touching herself on the other end of the phone.
“You touching yourself, baby girl?” I ask.
“Yes.”
“Touch your clit. I want to hear when you come for me.”
