My eyes widen. “Really?”
He shrugs. “Long story.” He pulls out, then slides back in and I groan when he thrusts. “One we don’t need to get into right now.”
It almost feels like cheating—me lying here on my back while he sends me to seventh heaven, and he does. Over and over. His thick cock is perfect, filling me so full and hitting every nerve ending in my body, but when he flips me over and says, “Ride me, cowgirl.” I grin when he takes his hat off and places it on my head.
I push the brim up when it slides down, and he sits up, our mouths teasing one another as he holds himself at the base and I slide down. Of course he’s going to let me ride him, because this is my favorite position, and it’s like he knows.
After a few rises and falls, we get into a rhythm. His hands move to my hips and he helps me ride him, our tempo increasing as we fuck like horny little rabbits. It feels so good to let loose, to be able to be myself without the worry if I’m doing it right.
I groan as I grind down against him, “That feels so good.”
“You know you’re gonna make me come so fast,Cowgirl,and I’m not sure I like that.”
“Too bad for you. You know this is only round one.”
“I’d be sorely disappointed if it were anything less.” His grip tightens, sending me to new heights as he thrusts up into me.
My tits bounce as I rock against his hips. He leans back against the cushions to watch, one hand cupping my breast, the other keeping hold of my hip.
Of course he’s good in bed. He’s probably good at everything.
“Oh my god,” I cry as an orgasm rips right through me, causing me to see stars.
“Not. Gonna. Last.” He grunts, then stills, and I feel the pulses, wishing we had nothing between us. My name is a curse on his lips, and I’m a sweaty, panting mess. Albeit a very happy, sweaty, panting mess.
I collapse onto his chest and he wraps his arms around me. “That was…ah-mazing.” I accentuate the words so there is no mistaking what I mean. “Just what I needed.”
His chest rumbles under mine as I bury my face in between the pillow and his shoulder. “Well, I’m glad about that.”
“Just think, if someone hadn’t spilled their drink and that damn lemon, none of this would be happening.”
He kisses the side of my head.Okay, strangely comforting.“Not a chance. There is no way in God’s ever lovin’ earth I could’ve missed you,Cowgirl.”
And I may have just died and gone to heaven, just a little bit. “I hope you take that break, Bretty-boy,” I sing. “Because I missed leg day this week, and that ride kinda made up for it.”
“I’m glad you’re usin’ me as a jungle gym,” he laughs. “But I’ve got a lot more stuff I wanna do to you tonight, beautiful.”
He rolls me over and sends me to seventh heaven all over again.
CHAPTER 9
Brett
When I wake the next morning it’s early, the sun isn’t even up yet. But it doesn’t stop me from leaning into Bailey’s neck and taking in her sweet scent, her warm body is still pressed against me. She’s dead to the world, rightly so, and I don’t want to wake her. So I kiss her temple and whisper how beautiful she is, and quietly roll out of bed. I need to be over at the Lawless Farm early to meet Jed and Zane.
I’m a little blurry eyed from my late night romp with my beautiful cowgirl, but as I dress and take her in one last time before I leave, I have no regrets whatsoever.
Bailey is not just on the forefront of my brain when the Uber arrives to take me to my rental car I left at The Perky Porch, she’s taken up the entire space. It doesn’t feel like there’s room for much else—it’s Baileyeverything—and I’m perfectly happy with that.
When I’m driving up to the Lawless Farm I take in the greenery, the million trees that line the property, and mountain backdrop. Jed has been telling me all about this place and thework he does here, but I haven’t had a chance to see it yet, or catch up with him properly other than the first day I rolled into town. He couldn’t be there last night because he was at work late, but I can’t say I’m sorry about the way my evening took a turn.
Bailey is more than an unexpected surprise. Our connection was undeniable, the sex outstanding, and our banter—once she warmed up to me—was fantastic. I loved meeting her animals; aside from rolling around in her bed, that was the best part of the night.
That sexy cowgirl trick of hers—wearing my cowboy hat while riding me.Hot. It’s gonna be embedded into my thoughts for the rest of time. I welcome each and every flashback that infiltrates my senses. And fuck, do I want to see her again. I left her a note with my number because dumbass me didn’t get her number last night, and I threw in my grandma’s mud cake recipe for kicks. Sending her a text as soon as I park my truck would have been the first port of call, because with leaving so early this morning, I don’t want her to think I ran out on her.
Because Jed missed out on a burger last night, I grabbed some breakfast burgers for us and his boss, Zane, from The Dusty Spur Diner. I can’t help the way it kinda reminds me of home as I drive up the dusty track of Lawless Farms. An array of different conifer trees stretches out on either side of the track as far as the eye can see. The dirt road seems familiar, even though I’ve never driven down it before, as is the smell only the countryside can bring. It’s fresh and tingles my senses.
From what I know, this place keeps busy all year round. It obviously thrives leading up to the Christmas holidays, but they export the trees all over America and other parts of the world. The springtime here is just as famous for horseback riding, hiking and whitewater rafting, as well as other water sports and scenic tours.
