Page 10 of Ride 'em Cowboy

He had that right, but she had no intention of telling him.The man’s ego didn’t need any help.“Nah.I just get excited when I get called down to the office.Flashback to my grade school days.”

“Hot principal?”

She laughed then, picturing the grizzled, gray-haired guy who’d spent most of her formative years handing out detentions in the hopes of taming her wild antics.“Hardly.Just the thought of how frustrated he was to see me was awesome.”

Wyatt smacked her bare ass with one hand.“Always been a bad girl, have you?”

Fiona snickered and waggled her butt.“What can I say?Bad girls have more fun.”

“Can’t argue with that one.”Wyatt removed his fingers and she felt the tip of his cock pushing through her folds.He spread her legs farther apart, before pausing.“You ready?”

She wriggled against him.“Damn right, cowboy.”

Wyatt growled softly, grasping her hips as he buried himself balls deep with a single hard thrust of his hips.

“Oh yeah.”Fiona let out a soft moan, shifting her hips to make sure she had every last inch of his magnificent cock.“Ride me, cowboy!”

“With pleasure.”Wyatt held her tight as he thrust again and again.In and out, circling around and slamming himself back home.

He wasn’t gentle.She didn’t want gentle.She whimpered and squirmed under his rock-hard, muscular body as scorching darts of lust danced through her body.Again.And again.She just couldn’t get enough of this guy.

She felt the orgasm building, starting at her feet and washing over her in white-hot waves of sheer pleasure.Forgetting where they were, she opened her mouth and let out a wordless cry.

Wyatt thrust back in her one last time, wrapping an arm around her hips to hold her tight against him.They collapsed on the bed in a heap of tangled limbs, gasping for breath.

Fiona closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of a strong male body wrapped around her.What was it about this cowboy that didn’t set off her run-for-your-life reflex?

She felt his lips on her ear, nibbling, and she let out a soft sigh.If only they could just stay like this forever and ignore the real world.Reality sucked.She allowed herself a few more precious minutes of happy relaxation before disentangling herself from Wyatt’s embrace.

Wyatt sat up and stretched, which did nothing to help steel her resolve.The man must work out on a regular basis to keep all that muscle toned.

She stood and pulled her skirt back on, smoothing the matching V-necked pullover into place.Time to create some distance between them.She shook her head in what she hoped looked like confused dismay.“What the heck?You’d think we were a couple of teenagers who couldn’t keep their hands to themselves.I would be mortified if Mac found out.He’d be horrified, and I’d probably lose my job.”

Wyatt looked skeptical.“I’m not so sure about that.I knew Mac before he settled in to being a preacher and he’s not that naive.He’s had his share of one-night stands.Besides, no one knows we spent the night together, or that we just hooked up right after that sermon on chastity and self-control.Don’t sweat it.We’re human, and humans like to connect.I think we just needed to get it out of our systems.Now we can go ahead and make like we just met.Mac won’t suspect a thing.”

He didn’t look as if he believed a word of his little speech, and she couldn’t blame him.If the truth be told, she had a feeling they could do this every day for the next year and they’d still have a problem keeping their hands off each other.There was just something that seemed to sizzle every time they were within sight of each other.

Maybe it was the way his eyes smoldered when he looked at her, or maybe it was all that muscle that felt so damned good without clothing on it.Whatever it was, she could just about guarantee it wasn’t going to disappear overnight just to make her life easier.Things didn’t work that way for her.Ever.

“So.”Wyatt pulled his shirt over his head and smiled at her.“Care to join me for a late lunch?”

Fiona shook her head.“I don’t think that’s such a good idea.You need to get your stuff and settle in.I’ll probably see you around sometime during the week.”

“You will?”

She nodded.“Of course I will.You live here now, and I’m the receptionist.I’m here five days a week all day long, as well as on Sundays.It’s going to be impossible to ignore each other.”

Chapter Four

Fiona tried to concentrate on lining up the bulletin for Sunday, but images of Wyatt kept popping into her head and distracting her.Images of him striding across the motel room toward her, naked.Images of that lopsided grin of his as he towered over her, naked.Images of him lounging on the bed after sex, naked.

Damn!What was it about the man that he couldn’t keep his clothes on, even in her thoughts?

“How’s it coming?”The reverend poked his head around the corner, looking mildly sheepish.“I hate to ask for another favor so soon after yesterday, but I need someone to run down to the printer’s and pick up the posters for the carnival.”

Fiona grimaced.“It’s okay.I could use a break from this anyways.Maybe when I get back the thing will line up like it’s supposed to.”She got to her feet and reached for her purse hanging on the back of her chair.

“Thanks.I owe you one.”He disappeared for a second, then turned back.“And thanks for showing Wyatt around yesterday.I’m hoping he likes it enough here to stick around.He can fix just about anything and we sure could use the help.”

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