Page 97 of Buck ’Em Cowgirl

“Leave.”

“I was⁠—”

“Leave. Now.”

Dalton’s grin stretched wide. “Alright, alright, I’m out. See ya later, Fable.”

I barely managed a weak wave before Beau’s mouth was back on mine, his hands squeezing my ass as he lifted me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist out of pure instinct.

“I’ve been dreaming of this.” His breath was hot against my mouth.

I moaned as he walked me backward toward the gate, his hard body pressing against me, his belt buckle cold where it dug into my stomach.

“So fucking sweet,” he murmured, flicking his tongue against the corner of my mouth before dragging it down my jawline. “Like strawberries and vanilla.”

His teeth scraped against my pulse point, and my head tipped back with a ragged moan.

I was so fucked.

“I need you,” he rasped. “If I walk you home, will you let me eat? Because I’m a man starved.”

I had no words. I could only nod as he unlatched the gate and carried me out of the arena.

By the time we got to my house, I was a mess. My fingers trembled as I fumbled with the doorknob. Beau was right behind me, pressing in close, his cock hard against my ass, his breath hot against my ear.

“Open it,” he murmured.

I barely managed to push the door open before he was inside.

Slowly, he walked to the chair in the corner, dropped into it, and spread his legs wide, his belt buckle catching the light, his hands resting on his thick thighs.

With a lazy smile, he lifted a hand and crooked his finger. “Get up on here,” he drawled.

I swallowed hard, my pulse hammering between my legs.

“You watched me ride, ’bout time you return the favor.”

Yes.

“Please,” I begged as I stepped toward him.

I lifted a leg, preparing to get on top, but he put up a hand to stop me. “Pants off.”

I nodded and stepped out of my jeans. As I climbed onto his lap, Beau shook his head.

“Shirt too,” he rasped.

My fingers trembled as I grabbed the hem, peeling it off slowly, leaving me standing in nothing but my black bra and panties. He dragged his gaze over me, and my skin buzzed with the attention.

Beau groaned and ripped open his vest and tossed it onto the ground. His broad chest heaved beneath his button-down, sweat clinging to his skin from the ride.

If this had been anyone else, I would have begged them to shower first, needing them to be clean, but this was a part of Beau, and I wanted to take him as he was.

“Fuck, baby,” he murmured, sliding his hands up my thighs as I stood between his legs. “Get on. Let me show you how a real ride feels.”

I giggled as I lifted a leg and rested my knees on either side of his body. Our mouths met as he ran his rough hands across my skin.

“That’s it, baby. Grind on me. See how fucking hard you make me.”