“No, do what you have to do. I’ll see you on Friday.” Watching his beautiful cock get tucked away into his boxer-briefs is a sad moment.
“Oh.” His lips droop at the corners. “You’re off today and tomorrow, though. Do you want to—”
It’s starting to sound dangerously like dating.
I hold up my palm to stop him. “Slow down, cowboy. We’re in the ‘casual’ stage. Let’s enjoy it.”
He stops, his jeans hanging off his narrow hips, and furrows his brows. “Gotcha.”
That lower lip pouts out as he finishes dressing.
As tempting as it is to want to spend every waking second with him, I know that’s asking for trouble.
I’m not ready for that. Hell, I may never be.
Besides, if I let myself fall for him, it’ll hurt too fucking much to say goodbye when he meets someone his own age.
“We’re gonna just keep this fun.” My hands circle his waist to pull him close, cupping his tight ass.
I don’t want him to leave on a sour note.
Raising to my tiptoes, I press a light kiss to the corner of his mouth.
His fingers burn a hot path to the back of my neck as he deepens it by pushing his tongue between my bruised lips until we’re both panting.
“I like this kind of fun,” he whispers before he pulls away.
Chapter 21
Sawyer
Ugh, I have todrive slower than I want on the icy roads.
But it gives me time to think.
Val really doesn’t want a relationship? Doesn’t she know I’d do just about anything to be with her?
I don’t know if trying to push the idea is the right answer though.
Is it so wrong that now that I’ve had a night with her, I want more?
Except I know I’ll take whatever she wants to give me and be happy with it.
When I pull into the driveway, before I can even park my truck, Dad is waving at me from the top of his horse.
His dog, Caesar, is a black and white bullet dodging pissed off cows trying to cut the calves out.
Sophia, Ford, and Uncle Dixon are in the next corral working through the main herd separating the pairs from the rest.
“What the hell, son?” Dad’s deep voice carries through the cold air. “I don’t care where you sleep at night, but you need to be where you say you’ll be.” His brows furrow as he reins his gelding away from the fence.
I know it won’t do any good to apologize but I can’t help myself. “I’m sorry!” I yell back and trot towards the barn.
Fuck, it’s cold.
My fingers are numb by the time I finish getting the saddle on my own animal.
I need to tie him off so I can get my coat.
