Page 27 of My Cowboy Valentine

I chuckle, able to read her far too well to let her play this off as anything other than mutual, consensual perfection.

“You know exactly what we did, city girl. Three times,” I say with a wink, holding up my fingers. “You were not that fucking drunk.”

“Ohhh…”

“Hell, Red, we didn’t even hit the hard stuff. Are you going to blame this all on a couple of beers?”

“I’ve ruined everything…” she murmurs from under the blankets.

“It’s good I’ve developed a thick skin around you. Any other man would be heartbroken by now,” I reply, my voice steady.

“I don’t mean it like that. I just mean I’ve made everything so very, very awkward.”

I shrug. “And it wasn’t awkward between us before last night?”

“Yeah, but you’re way too young for me. I used to babysit you as a teenager. Oh my God! This officially makes me a cougar, doesn’t it?”

I chuckle again. “No, but it does officially make you my woman.”

“You are not helping this one bit with your smart comments,” Red retorts, pulling back the covers and revealing her full, radiant face.

“And neither are you by fighting what comes natural between us. Besides, my former rodeo lifestyle beat the shit out of me. I’ve got a bad back and bad knees. I’m stiff in the morning and grumble like a cranky old man. I’m probably twice your age biologically.”

“And this is supposed to make me feel better?” she asks, shaking her head and covering her face with her hands.

“Are you at least going to admit you liked what we did? That it was better than our usual fighting?” I ask with a lopsided grin.

She parts her fingers, peeking between them at me. “That’s the problem. I liked all of it way, way too much.”

“That’s the problem? There really is no pleasing you, is there, Red?”

“And…”

“And?” I raise an eyebrow.

“And I wasn’t nearly drunk enough to claim intoxication as an alibi.”

“I know,” I reply with a firm nod and a big smile, lifting the blankets and shifting to lie on top of her. “You know what else I know?” I ask, bringing my finger up to tweak the tip of her nose.

“What?” she inquires, looking mighty happy for a woman filled with regret.

“I know I love you, and you love me, whether you’re ready to admit it.”

“Oh, Ronald, no. We can’t do this. We can’t let this happen,” she scolds. But instead of moving to get away from me, she snuggles closer, her tiny movements bringing my cock back to rip-roaring life.

“Whether we can or should do this, we’re doing this, Red. So, quit being so fucking difficult and enjoy how good we make each other feel.”

“You make everything sound so easy.”

“It is easy,” I counter, slipping my hand between our bodies and finding her juicy, wet pussy. My thumb glides over her clit, and her breath catches in her throat. Her eyes dilate, and she licks her generous lower lip, her nostrils flaring and her face relaxing.

“But what about work and everybody and…?” Her voice trails off as my fingers dip into her slick heat. She’s still swollen from last night, and my heart bangs around in my chest, remembering how amazing I feel inside that sweet pussy of hers.

“We’re calling in sick. As promised yesterday, I’ve already made arrangements for lunch to be delivered to the team. And they have plenty to keep them busy. Or they can go home for all I care because they did more than enough yesterday. As for you and me, we’re spending the day together. You know, the way engaged folks do. Besides, it’s Valentine’s Day, and I’m going to spoil the hell out of you. The way I’ve wanted to for a long time.”

She lets out a lazy moan, straining her hips up towards me, and my rod demands entry. Red must read my mind becauseshe parts her legs without hesitation, the best fucking invitation ever, and I enter her with a satisfied groan.

Her hands slide over my back, finding my ass and squeezing it, following the rhythm I set. I take my time, my stroke long and slow, my movements indulgent and mindful, trying to brand every part of this moment into my brain forever. But with each thrust into her hot, silky depths, another piece of myself falls into a place I know I’ll never be able to claw my way back out of.

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