Page 14 of Wrong Number Right Cowboy
But I’ve never made it through more than a first date.
Fuck, even my hookup attempts fell flat before I ever left the bar.
Because I’ve only ever wanted one woman.
Sawyer Rose.
“You want me to fuck you like this, Sunshine? Pushed up against the wall?”
“Dammit, yes!”
I free my cock and she reaches for it, lining it up at her entrance as I shackle her hips. I lift both her legs off the floor, and she wraps them around my waist as I sink into her pussy. It takes all my control not to explode inside her immediately.
“Fuck,” I groan. Has anything ever felt this damn good?
“Boone?” she says, gripping my neck with both hands and locking her gaze with mine.
“Yeah?”
“You’re still a pain in my ass.”
I kiss that wicked smile right off her lips as I pummel into her channel. A picture rattles against the wall, falling and sending Thunder running for cover down the hall. But I don’t dare stop. I’ve waited five long years to be inside Sawyer. To remind her that she belongs tome.
I reach my hand between us, fingering her clit.
She explodes in seconds.
Her pussy convulses around me, and I let go. My legs shake as I empty my cock inside her.
“In case you forgot, you’remine, Sawyer Rose.” I kiss her hard against the lips. “And this time, I’m not letting you go.”
9
SAWYER
Two more daysgo by before the road out of the ranch is passable. Two days filled with ranch chores, homecooked meals, and endless sex. My body heats at the memory of fucking on the dining room table, less than an hour ago.
How the hell did I go five years without this?
Maybe Sammie is right.
Maybe being stranded on this ranch with Boone is a sign that I’m meant to be here.
The truth is, I’ve never stopped loving him.
And unless I’m misreading the signs these past few days, he’s never stopped loving me either.
I still owe him an explanation about why I left. It’s a conversation I’ve been putting off since I first woke up in his bed three days ago.
Just as I’m gathering the courage to head out to the barn to find him and finally tell him what happened five years ago, a car pulls up. Mel’s minivan.
Odd.
I don’t remember asking her to come out here.
Did Boone call her?
My heartrate doubles with fear. Have I been misreading the signs?
