Page 13 of Wrong Number Right Cowboy
She made her choice, and it wasn’t me.
That thought is the only thing that keeps me from stalking down the hallway to my bedroom and fucking her senseless.
Thunder appears in the kitchen doorway, eagerly awaiting handouts as I carry everything to the dining room table I haven’t used in five years.
“It smells good,” Sawyer says, sounding as sheepish as she looked when I caught her half naked. She’s still wearing my sweatpants, but she’s covered up those bountiful tits with one of my oversized t-shirts.
I bet she’s not wearing anything underneath my clothes.
I set the plates and silverware out. “I know it’s not the fancy five-star restaurant cooking you’re used to?—”
“Stop it, Boone.”
“Stop what?”
I fill two glasses with ice water from a pitcher she picked out. When Sawyer left, she left everything behind that wasours.
Maybe that’s why it’s been impossible to forget her.
“You want to do this now?” she asks, her tone challenging.
“You and I both know the only reason you’re still here is because that road is washed out.” Fuck, I sound like a giant prick. But it’s my last line of defense. If I let myself fall all the way back in love with Sawyer, I might not survive her leaving a second time.
“Do you know why I called you last night?”
“You mean drunk dialed?” I fire back.
“I meant to call an Uber.”
“Fucking city through and through,” I mumble under my breath. Louder, I ask, “Then why did you call me?”
She pokes a finger into my chest. “Because you’re in my phone asUber Pain in my Ass.”
“Is that supposed to be a compliment or something?”
“It’s thetruth.” She steps closer, our bodies half an inch from touching. Her narrowed eyes are laser focused on me, a mixture of frustration and heat swirling in those baby blues. Fuck if I’m not hard right now. Going toe-to-toe with Sawyer has always been an instant turn on.
“Yeah?”
“You’ve always been a pain in my ass.” Her hand fists my shirt, but I don’t think she realizes it. “You drive me up the fucking wall, Boone. Always have.”
“I could say the same damn thing about you, Sunshine.” I grip the back of her neck and drag her to me for a kiss that is anything but sweet. It’s hungry, primal, all-consuming. The dinner is forgotten as I push her up against the wall. She bends her knee, pressing it into my hip. The oversized sweatpants struggle to stay on.
Definitely no panties.
“Is this what you want, Sawyer?” I ask, my voice a near growl. “You want me to drive you up a wall—with mycockinside you?”
Her fingernails dig into my skin as I push up her shirt and grab a fistful of tit.
“Boone,” she pants my name.
“Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
I shove the sweatpants down her hips, and they fall to the floor. I saw my fingers through her sopping wet folds, nearly losing my damn mind at the feel of her.
I’ve tried to move on since Sawyer left.
