“Executive producer Amy Carmichael met with Stetson on Coleson Ranch to get the inside scoop. Why is the infamous cattle rancher single? And at age forty-nine, too? Everyone wants to know.”
“Keep going,” I direct her, listening to her words and following the movement of her hand. Cove loses herself while I nonchalantly replace her finger with mine. “Good girl. Read the first question Amy asked me.”
Both of her hands meet the cold floor, stabilizing herself to the best of her ability. There’s a sheen of sweat across her skin, and fucking hell, I can smell her arousal from a foot away. I insert two fingers inside of her, physically having to hold myself back from tasting her.
I want to eat her cunt. Then again, when do I not?
“In a perfect world, where do you see yourself in five years?”
I remember this question like it was yesterday. I had already met Cove, and although I didn't know her very well at the time, I knewsomethingwas different about her. So different that I couldn’t get her out of my head.
“I see myself being better than I am today,” Cove and I repeat at the same time. Our eyes meet, and she continues, “hopefully by then, I’ll have my shit figured out. The ranch will run itself, and for once, I can focus on me. I don’t get to do that much, but recently I met someone who challenged me. I forgot what that felt like. At Coleson, I’m the boss. Everyone answers to me. Hasn’t failed me yet. But in the outside world, to people who don’t give a shit how many cattle I herd and how healthy my land management is, I’m just another cowboy they assume has a low IQ. But not to this woman. God, she spoke to me like my voice mattered even in the midst of dismissal.”
I rise to my feet and decide there’s no time like the present. My belt buckle unclicks, and Cove’s eyes dart to the motion. “I’m ready to fuck you now. Keep going and read me the final part.”
Slipping my jeans and boots off, my boxers follow, the stiffness of my length aching to the touch. Cove’s words falter when my cock comes into view. “I knew as soon as I met her that it was time for me to delegate. I stood no chance of winning her over if I was a poor manager of my time.” Her breathing is erratic, fluctuating from breathless to deep confidence.
I stand before her, naked aside from the hat on my head, and can’t help but tsk to myself. “You’re doing a horrible job at staying in command, Cove. I’m starting to think you wanted me to lead all along.”
“I tried,” she huffs. “It’s useless when you give me whatI want, anyway. But god, Stetson. You believed in us all this time.”
I nod, stepping forward and placing my frame between her widespread legs. Cove’s face is flushed, and goosebumps scatter across her skin. I know she’s got to be trembling inside, dying to come. Dying to be manhandled. “I may be older, but I’ve got great discernment. And I know that sounds ridiculous, but I can read people. Something about you told me you were gonna change my life. I may not have understood it right away, but the more time I spent with you, the more I believed it with my whole chest.”
“I think deep down I knew it, too,” Cove admits, stunning me. I take a full stroke of my cock, before my opposite hand meets the inside of her thigh. I run my fingertip across the sensitive skin and lift that leg over my shoulder gently. Her body sinks back slightly, allowing for the change in position. My lips meet her ankle, but my eyes don’t leave her. I want every word I say to embed itself in her pretty little brain, leaving no room for doubt. “I will be everything you need.” I press a kiss to her ankle, peppering it with intention as I let her in on mycurrentlife plan. Another kiss dips lower. “I’ll even share my favorite coffee cup with you.”
“How generous of you,” Cove pants, adjusting her hips desperately.
Another kiss. My free hand abandons my cock and traces the length of her opposite leg.Thisis my kind of foreplay. The one where I’m just as pleased by pleasing her. “Eyes on me, Cove,” I say, and she follows my direction. “If I commit to you, I’m in it for life. The long haul. There will be no bailing when times get tough. Because they will get fucking tough. And I swear to you, woman, you evertry to leave me, you’ll wish you hadn’t. Your ass will be marked red for weeks.”
“Two things we’ve already established.” My brows rise. “You’ll always hunt me down, meaning, I won’t make it far. We know this. And being spanked by my older boyfriend is my favorite activity.”
I heard nothing pastboyfriend. Choosing to ignore the older part.
“Boyfriend, huh?”
“You heard me.”
I smirk, turning my nose to inhale her delectable scent. “Don’t get used to it. I don’t plan to be your boyfriend for much longer.” I plant another kiss on the inside of her thigh, and my cock twitches, curving toward my stomach like a fucking rod. It’s painful, but I’m waiting to take her.
My thumb meets her throbbing clit, and I press hard, waiting for her response to my statement. It’s bold and unfiltered, but no less true. “Either you’re planning to leave me or wife me up. But seeing as you just threatened my ass cheeks for leavingyou, I’m going to guess and say the latter.”
“You would be correct. I’m only getting older, and I don’t want to waste another minute.”
“Life is too short,” Cove whispers back, hips thrusting upward as she chases my touch.
“It’s fleeting,” I deadpan. “Better make the most of it, then.” With that, I lift both of her legs over my shoulders, placing her body in a parallel position. While I can’t say it looks exactly comfortable on the stage floor, I know my Cove, and she thrives through the discomfort and pain.
It’s her favorite, actually.
“Fucking finally,” she exhales, and I chuckle before lifting my hat from my head and placing it on hers.
Jesus Christ, this view.Cove Davenport, naked andcovered in a sheen of sweat, with my black cowboy hat on her head. And that megawatt smile full of lust and love—worth more than the price of gold, if you ask me.
I can officially die a happy man.
I line my hips up with hers, unable to help myself from sliding the head of my cock across her slit, up and down. I don’t enter just yet, but fuck does it feel incredible. An animalistic groan leaves both our lips and I’m officially hating myself for this agonizing edging. “I know I’m supposed to say, ‘You wear the hat, you ride the cowboy,’ but I can’t help but think I’d really like to fuck the cowgirl.”
Cove’s heart-stopping smile breaks free. “She wears the hat, you fuck the cowgirl.” She settles the hat in place on her head and bucks her hips for permission. “Then by all means, fuck your cowgirl, Stetson. Make this my introduction into the cowboy life. I am moving to Texas, after all.”
