Page 10 of Wrong Number Right Cowboy
I’ve been merely existing since she left. The temptation to feel fully alive again is hard to fight.
Convince her to stay.
The voice whispers in the back of my mind, more insistent this time. It’s only ever been Sawyer Rose for me.
Her fingers fumble with my zipper, but I catch her wrist before she can yank it down. As badly as my dick wants inside her channel to stake its claim once more, I know it’s a bad idea. But giving Sawyer an orgasm she won’t soon forget might still work in my favor.
“Turn around, Sunshine.”
“What—oh.”
As she props her hands on the wall, I reach around her waist, unbuttoning her jeans. “I washed my hands, I promise,” I say as my hand slips beneath the layers of fabric.
She whimpers as my fingertips find purchase in warm, wet flesh.
I press my lips to her ear. “You going to blame the rain for this wet pussy?”
“Would you believe me if I did?”
I dip my fingers lower, circling her swollen bud.
“Not a fucking chance.”
She rocks her hips to the rhythm of my hand, her head rolling back. Those auburn locks fall against my shoulder, the scent of jasmine intoxicating me.
“This,” I say, plunging a finger into her channel, “this wetness is for me, isn’t it Sunshine?”
She doesn’t answer.
I stop my thumb from swirling her clit.
“Boone,” she begs.
“If you want me to keep going, all you have to do is tell me the truth,” I say, gently biting her earlobe and tugging it. “Did I make you this wet, Sunshine?”
“Yes, dammit,” she pants.
“I thought so.”
I plunge a second finger into her pussy, using my palm to apply pressure to her button. With each thrust, I increase the pace.
“Boone,” she cries out, my name a plea.
My dick is fucking hard as stone, the threat of nutting in my jeans high.
“Come for me, Sunshine.”
I show no mercy on her pussy as I intensify the pace, the rhythm, the motion.
She cries out my name as she comes apart on my hand.
I groan hard as my ability to hold back disappears, and I fucking lose my load. I pin Sawyer against the wall as I come with her.
Several hard heartbeats later, I finally take a breath.
“Been a while, huh?” she asks, her head turned over her shoulder, a gleam in her blue eyes. She knows I fucking came in my pants.
“Five years.”
