Page 62 of Ride Me Cowboy

Her eyes roam my face.

“I want to hear you say it,” I growl. “Tell me you want me to fuck you. Tell me you want me hard inside you, filling you up, making you mine. Tell me you want me to grab your hips and drag you down on my length, to bury myself inside you, deeper, harder, more mine than you’ve ever been anyone’s.”

Her eyes widen and her whole face goes pink. “Yes,” she says quickly. “Yes, Cole, that’s exactly what I want.”

“Tell me you want me to bend you over and take you from behind, so I can see your beautiful ass as I make love to you, feel your breasts, touch your clit. Tell me you want to watch us in a mirror, see your face as you come for me, over and over, your pussy so wet because of me. All because of me.”

She shudders, and drives her hips forward, pushing down harder on my cock. “Please, fuck me,” she begs. “I want this. I want you. I’ve been wanting you all day.”

Something inside me soars high in my chest. Her easy admission of that is better than I expected. “You’re gonna have to want me a little longer, sweetheart,” I mutter. “I reckon our absence will be conspicuous.”

“Believe me, it won’t be. I don’t think this is going to take us long.”

I laugh then. “Shows what you know.” I lean closer and draw her lower lip between my teeth, before sliding my tongue in her mouth and tasting every bit of her. She trembles in my arms. “When you and I do this, we’re doing it nice and slow. Not rushing. I mean really, really doing it.”

“Cole,” she draws out the vowel of my name, so I know how close she is.

“I know.” I move my hand between her legs, brushing the seam of her pants until she starts to moan faster. I stroke her there, watching as her eyes roll back in her head and her whole body shakes with the strength of what she’s feeling. Watching her like I’ve never seen anything more beautiful and perfect than this girl, Beth Tasker, falling apart in my arms. Mine to pleasure, to drive wilder than a storm in July. All mine—at least, for now.

Chapter Eighteen

Beth

“IWANNA KNOW WHAT the heck you’ve all been doing. How long you been here for, Beth?” Nash asks, beer in his hand, elbows resting on his legs. In case you’re wondering, the cowboys aren’t the only thing that seems AI generated out here. If I’d come up with a fantasy barbecue ranch scene, it’d be this. No kidding, there are hay bales we’re sitting on, with big old blankets thrown across them so the straw doesn’t stick into you. The barbecue is rustic and huge, the meat smells amazing. But it’s the fairy lights that really take my breath away, strung as they are from the house to a huge tree across the lawn. I hadn’t even clocked the lights, though I’ve run past here once or twice. There’s nothing about these guys that really screams ‘fairy lights’, but then, Beau told me as he poured me a glass of white wine that it was Cassidy who had them put up for her sixteenth birthday party.

“Um, coming up on three weeks,” I say.

“And y’all haven’t seen fit to take her to a rodeo?”

“Season’s not on yet,” Beau says.

“Ever heard of local events?” Nash points out. “Poor girl’s never been.”

“The deprivation,” Mack says, rolling her eyes—Mack’s trademark gesture.

Nash throws her a glance, then a lazy grin, and her cheeks flush. I look from one to the other, wondering if she has a crush on him. Makes sense. He’s as gorgeous as they all are, maybe even more so, for someone young like Mackenzie, because of his job. It’s pretty impressive to be a country music producer.

“You can’t let her leave Coyote Creek without at least seeing Beau ride a bull.”

“That’s not happening,” Cole says.

Silence falls, besides the crackling of the flames, low in the grate. I look at Cole, who’s sitting a few bales away from me.

Good thing, too. After the greeting we shared at the back of the house, I don’t know how I’m stopping myself from straddling him here and now, to hell with who sees.

“You sound just like him,” Beau says, quietly, but with steel in his voice.

Mackenzie throws me a look and Ash puts a hand on Beau’s forearm. I don’t get what’s going on, though. For as long as I’ve been here, I haven’t heard anything like disharmony between the brothers. I see Cole’s hand tighten on his beer bottle. I’m not sure if that’s something anyone else would notice, or if it’s just because of Christopher that I read every change in feeling, emotion, like some kind of self-preservation technique. Not that I’m afraid of Cole’s mood changes. He’s nothing likeChristopher. I know he’s the kind of man who can feel a strong emotion and handle it, without needing to take it out on someone weaker. Without needing to take it out on anyone.

“Good.” Cole dips his head. “Kindest thing you’ve said to me all week.”

“I didn’t mean it as a compliment.”

Cole’s back straightens. I have no idea what they’re talking about, what the issue is, but the whole atmosphere has changed. Tension zips through the air, as fast and furious as the fireflies dancing high above us.

“Beau.” Caleb’s voice cuts across the group. “Watch yourself.”

Beau glances at Caleb—not related by blood, but a man they all treat like a brother. I can see Beau weighing up what he’s going to say, how he’s going to respond. Then, he looks in my direction, surprising me, because he grins, like nothing’s wrong. Like a full-blown fight hadn’t been on the brink of breaking out.

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