Cowboy Up (Coming Home #3)

I never regretted selling him back Leighton’s family land when they got together. I didn’t need it, the Davis ranch being as huge as it is. But it’s times like these, when he takes advantage of being so fucking close by coming by to stick his nose into my life, that I question the sanity of my choice. Even the five hundred acres of our combined land don’t provide enough distance when he gets a hankering to start handing out advice.

It’s been a long-as-fuck week for Caroline now that the rebuild is under way on The Sequel, and the last thing I want is to bring this shit up tonight, but I know Maverick’s right. I’m not blind to why Jess started this bullshit again. She’s always made it clear she wants to get back together, and it’s my fault for not being more definite in my refusals. Now that she knows I’m seeing someone, it’s worse than ever, and seeing how Caroline’s mama—Jess’s boss at the salon—was with her the last time she tried coming on to me, it won’t be long until it gets back to my girl. And the last thing I want is her thinking that I was keeping that from her.

Fuck.

I pull my phone out of my back pocket and pull up the last text she sent me. She stayed at the motel last night, not wanting to drive in the storm we had roll through after leaving Hazel’s. I didn’t sleep for shit and my mood has been terrible, but when her text pinged through early this morning, I almost came in my pants. All day I’ve been dealin’ with the promise built off that message, and I finished my work twice as fast as normal.

Her small, perfect tits fill the screen of my phone and I groan when my cock throbs. We’ve been playing this game for a week now, teasing each other every chance we get, but never going further than heated kisses and feeling each other up like two horny teenagers. I’ve been craving her body since I last took it close to three months ago, and that need has only gotten worse since we’ve gotten together. When she sent me her first sexy text, I almost died, but when she sent me the first naked picture of her body, I was pretty sure I actually had. There is something hot as fuck seeing my shy and timid Linney opening up to me like this—giving me something that I know she’s never given any other man.

And now it’s likely going to be even longer before we get down to business again. I don’t see her wanting to ride my cock after I tell her my ex-girlfriend grabbed my crotch in the middle of town yesterday.

Regretfully, I close out the picture of Caroline’s naked chest and stomp through my house to shower. Thoughts of my good girl being bad make my jeans get painfully tight around my erection.

Ten minutes later, I’ve just started palming my cock when I feel it.

That zap of energy that sparks from top to toe when Caroline is near.

We could be back in that pitch-black motel room and I would know exactly where she is.

I keep stroking myself, waiting to see what my good girl is up to.

When I hear the curtain move, the rungs gliding almost silently against the pole, I smile to myself and release my cock, letting my hand join the other one pressed against the tile, letting the hot water roll down my neck and body. My ears strain to listen in an effort to try and figure out her next move.

But it never comes.

I’m half convinced I was imagining her, but I can still feel the hum of awareness on my skin, so I wait. Then, from my position leaning forward against the tile, I see the very tips of her purple-painted toes in the space between my braced feet.

Jesus fuck.

She’s been less and less shy with me over the past few weeks, but never this forward. We have dinner together as often as we can, always ending up on the couch, but it’s been was me who’d make the first move to pull her into my lap and kiss her until we were both wound the hell up. I’ve been waiting for her to let me know she’s ready for more, something I told her a week after finding out about her punk of an ex. I wanted her to make sure she was ready, because the next time I get my cock in her tight pussy, I won’t ever let her go. “I know you’re there, darlin’,” I admit and my smile grows when she screams and those tiny feet jump back.

“Dang it, Clayton!” she gasps breathlessly.

I push off the side of the shower and turn, expecting to find her covering as much of her body as she can, but when I finally see her I almost swallow my tongue. My cock jerks, and my smile drops with my jaw.

There she stands, every inch on display. I don’t know where to look first. Her hands are on her hips, long tan legs are spread apart, and her fiery temper is on display, all while her pussy is bare and begging for my tongue. I can’t eat apple pie anymore because of that sweet pussy. Licking my lips, I move my gaze up, over her flat stomach and right to her tits—perfect little handfuls of flesh that heave with her heavy breaths, her rosy nipples hard from my attention. By the time I force my eyes off of her chest, any annoyance she felt at getting caught sneaking up on me is gone.

My girl wants to be bad and she isn’t afraid to show me.

Her lightly tanned skin is flushed red with arousal, her eyelids growing heavy as the same need I feel takes her over.

“You tryin’ to sneak up on me, Linney?”

She bites her lip and nods.

“Are you sure you want to take this step? I told you, once you give me this gift again, I’m not gonna give it back. We’re gonna stop explorin’ and start plannin’ a future.”

“I know,” she whispers, stepping a little closer.

“Baby.” I drawl the word out lazily, taking my own step forward when her eyes close at my endearment. “Caroline, I mean what I say. We’ve been goin’ slow for almost a month, darlin’. You ready to admit what’s happenin’ here?”

Her eyes open and there isn’t a lick of doubt in those beauties. “We were gonna happen the second you tried to kill me with your horse.”

I grab her as her giggles echo around us and pull her naked body into my arms. “Sweetness, we were gonna happen the second you sat your ass down on a barstool and told me you were a good girl.”

“Hey! I am a good girl!”

Her tiny hands hit my shoulders and I close mine around her hips and lift her effortlessly off her feet. Her legs wrap around my back and I feel her lock her feet above my ass. My cock, having no trouble letting her know he wants to say hello, settles in the middle of her sex . Her back hits the shower wall and I flex my hips, dragging my thickness through the hug of her wet lips—their dampness having nothing to do with the shower.

“Yeah,” I breathe, needing to be inside her more than I need air. “I know you are, darlin’.”

She leans forward and starts peppering kisses all over my chest and up my neck. My hips rock steadily as my cock slowly glides through her wetness. I need to be inside of her, but not until I hear what I need to hear.

“Tell me, Caroline.”

Her kisses stop, mouth on my jaw. When she looks up at me, I don’t miss the meaning in her eyes. It tells me she’s just as lost in me as I am in her. The shyness that I normally see is nowhere to be found.