“I won’t let myself get hurt, Chass. Right now, I’m just trying to have a good time.”
It doesn’t look like she quite believes me. But even I know that it’s not fully the truth.
“I need to go get ready for work.”
I leave her and rush back to my room, reaching for my phone to check the time.
Unknown Number:I can’t fucking wait to see you tonight. Here’s the address: 25 Mountain Pass up in Rikota. And make sure your friends drive so they can get back home. I plan on keeping you tonight.
And there go those dancing little butterflies, fluttering in my belly. I’m definitely getting feelings for this guy.
Me:Is that so? Who says I’ll let you?
As soon as I hit send, I dart into the bathroom to get ready for work. I’m already running behind, but it’s Saturday and Mr.Segwell isn’t in town, so he won’t even realize. Thankfully, I have tomorrow off, so I can stay all night with the wolf. I can stay for as long as he wants to keep me.
11
Cage
Cowgirl:Is that so? Who says I’ll let you?
Her cheeky text makes me grin. The girl certainly likes to keep me on my toes. I take another swig of my coffee, thinking of exactly how I want to respond.
Me:Pretty sure as soon as I get that little pussy on my tongue, you’ll want to stay the night. Though, maybe I should kiss your ass first. Beg that puckered little spot to stay and play with me.
I discovered last night that she loves some ass play. And man, do I fucking love that. That forbidden little spot quivered on my tongue as she came apart. Practically tearing at the sheets as the orgasm ripped through her. Fuck, it was so fucking sexy. There isn’t a damn thing she won’t let me do to her. She’s game for everything.
“Here’s your omelet and toast, hon.” The waitress places down my plate. “Can I get you a warm-up on that coffee?”
“No thanks. I’m all set.”
I worked up such an appetite from my night of fun that I couldn’t make it all the way back up the mountain without stopping for some food. This platter in front of me looks like it’s fit for a king.
My phone dings with another text as the waitress rushes off, and I can’t wait to see what my little minx has to say.My?Those thoughts are coming in strong now. Not sure what to think about how connected I’m feeling to this girl, but I do know one thing: I don’t want another man touching her.
Cowgirl:You have one very dirty mouth, Outlaw. And I can’t wait to be down on all fours for you.
Shit. Me too. I just can’t get enough of her. We went at it like two animals in heat all night long, and I still need more.
Me:Are you at work right now?
Cowgirl:Yes. And you are distracting me from doing my job.
Me: Not sorry about that. I like talking to you.
I like talking to her a lot. Hearing about her upbringing and her insecurities made me feel like she was real. Not just pulling lines on me or acting fake. Usually, girls only want to talk about surface-level bullshit, trying to glance over who they are at the core, but not Payton. She was honest and raw, and it made me respect her. It sounds like she’s always been who everyone else has wanted her to be, and now she’s a little lost trying to figure out what makes her happy. I told her at twenty-six, she’s still got her whole life ahead to figure out what she wants.
Cowgirl:I like talking to you too, but I have three black stallions in need of my attention.
Me:Now, I’m jealous ;)
Cowgirl:Don’t be. You’re the only one I ride bareback.
Oh fuck. Now, I’m sitting here sporting a massive boner while I’m trying to eat my breakfast. I’m gonna need to use the restroom before I get back on my bike and on the road.
Me:I better be the only one you’re riding ;)
I don’t like the idea of sharing her. Not one bit.
