Page 4 of Possessive Cowboy

“Yes,” she says simply. “Is that a problem?”

Aggravation is building in my chest.

“Yeah, it’s a problem,” I say. “Look, I know I’m not the best with words - probably why I’m still single, who the hell knows - but in case you forgot, we didn’t come here to talk. We came here to fuck. So the only thing that matters right now is whether you want to fuck me, and whether I want to fuck you.”

Her eyes widen as I speak. I half expect her to slap me in the face after I finish, but she doesn’t.

A sweet-looking girl like this, I don’t even know why she’s on that app in the first place. Maybe she got confused. Thought she was downloading some cutesy dating app to find her future husband and got lost along the way. Ended up accidentally setting up a one-night stand with a son of a bitch like me.

Yeah. That’s probably it.

“Well…do you?” She asks.

“Do I what?”

“Want to sleep with me?” She whispers, glancing around the deserted parking lot.

“Is that a serious question?” I snap.

She shrugs, looking away from me and folding her arms across her chest. And that’s when I realize that Bridget’s not fleeing because she’s angry at what I said. No. She’s fleeing because she feels uncertain of herself.

Afraid. Insecure.

I exhale long and slow for a moment, formulating what I need to say next.

“OfcourseI want to sleep with you,” I say through gritted teeth. “That’s why I clicked on your pictures. That’s why I messaged you. That’s why there’s a room waiting for us across the street with my name on it.”

I jab a finger in the direction of the hotel across the street. She follows my finger to the hotel and then looks back at me.

“You’re right,” Bridget says with a nod. “We’re not here to talk. So let’s stop talking and do this. Hurry up, before I change my mind.”

3

Raina

Maybe it’s the tequila.Or maybe it’s the way Mav talks, so crude and gruff. But whatever it is, I decided at the very last minute to join him across the street in hotel room number fifty-four.

Raina would never do this.

But Bridget would.

As soon as we get inside, his hands are all over me. Squeezing my curves through the thin fabric of my little black dress.

“No underwear,” he says as his hands slide up my skirt, fingers groping my ass greedily as he kisses my neck. “i fucking knew it.”

His stubble scratches my skin roughly as his mouth wanders from my neck to my collarbone and then to the base of my throat. I tilt my head, giving him better access as I close my eyes.

Suddenly I’m lifted off the ground. I open my eyes to see that Mav has picked me up, bringing me over to the bed and throwing me down.

He tugs my dress up and over my head, throwing it aside. Then his hands part my thighs.

“You brought the condoms?” I ask quickly.

“Yeah,” he says, glancing up at me. “But we’re not to that point yet. I want to make you moan before I even get inside of you.”

There’s no time to say anything back to him. Because as nervous as he’s making me with his face between my knees, eyes taking in every naked inch of me, I don’t have time to think about it too hard.

His tongue is on me, licking my clitoris in harsh, heavy circles. It’s as if the contact has a direct line to my brain, shutting off all thoughts of resisting, all possible fear.

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