I grinned as I clutched onto his arms, sliding my hands over them, then over his shoulders.
“I love you too. Now, fuck me already.”
“Yes ma’am.” That little drawl came out, and I nearly combusted right there. His hips flexed and he pumped into me faster than ever.
I cried out, loving how he was with me, how he loved me so deeply and so nicely.
“Like that cowboy,” I told him, moving my hand to grab his ass again, making him chuckle.
“You’re going to make me come, baby,” he whispered right before he kissed me.
I groaned into his mouth as I reached between us, my finger finding my clit, making us both come, crying out loudly.
He slumped against me, his forehead against my chest and I couldn’t help but chuckle as I ran my nails along his spine.
“What’s so funny,” he mumbled, finally lifting his head up. I noticed his hat was still on and hell if I didn’t want another go.
But then I had no doubt that he would always do this to me, always turn me inside out. And because of that, I was always determined to push his buttons.
“Our foreplay.”
His brows crinkled and I ran my finger over the lines.
“What foreplay? The role play?”
“No, all the bickering of course. Sure, we’re not as mean or grumpy, but we still pick fights, haven’t you noticed?”
He paused for a moment as he finally slipped out of me and straightened our clothes.
“Guess I hadn’t.”
“Well, we do. But I enjoy it.”
“Why?”
I leaned over, giving him a deep kiss, letting him feel every emotion that I could, and in return I could feel everything right back.
“Because it’s so damn hot when I’m Fighting With The Cowboy.”
Sneak Peeks
Want more cowboys? There's a few more coming out this year. But you can read Fallen Cowboy here. Flip the page for a sneak peek.
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Still want more? My next cowboy release is coming out June 9, 2025, A Rainfall Promise.
Welcome to Sierra Rose Ridge, where every sunset feels like a promise!
Jose was a fifth-generation owner of Red Mesa. He knew the history and lore of Sierra Ridge. He was also more than happy to keep to himself, venturing into town when he needed to. Folks called him a grump, a recluse. He didn’t argue.
What he did argue with was Vicky Feliz.
She was a tour guide, supposedly new to these parts. She had a head full of book knowledge with a habit of speaking like she knew the area better than most. Jose had no patience for it.
However, she wasn’t new at all like he thought.
Vicky was born in Sierra Ridge, but at five, her parents moved. Even though she had been raised in Texas, Sierra Ridge was always in her blood. At twenty-seven, she was back, telling stories about the area she had loved and understood.
