Page 7 of Dear Blue Jean Cowboy
He shrugs again like it’s no big deal. I lean close to him and wrap my arms around his neck.
“Thank you,” I whisper to him.
The cedarwood scent of his aftershave surrounds me, and I close my eyes, wanting to remember everything about this moment. His hands encircle me, and all at once, I feel the part of my heart that's been missing for so long is whole again. I know he feels it too, the way his breath quickens to match mine.
“What are you doing tonight?” he asks. “I’d like to show you something on the ranch.”
5
RHETT
I wasn't sure when I asked her if Diana would agree to come over tonight. I couldn't help myself. The moment I was holding her, all the defenses I put up around me to protect myself from being consumed by my feelings for her rose up and swallowed me whole.
It was so nice seeing the Diana I fell in love with all those years ago sitting right in front of me. I couldn't have imagined I would have the opportunity to be so close to her again, and when the moment came, I had to take it.
I run my hands down the front of my jeans and look around at my small cabin. I'm usually pretty tidy, so it didn't take much to pick up when I got home.
There is a soft knock on the door. I take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. This could be the biggest mistake of my life. Revisiting the past hardly ever works out. It's never how you remember or idealized it in your head, and you're destined for disappointment. But nothing in this world can keep me from opening that door.
“Hey,” Diana says with a warm smile when I push open the screen door for her to come in. She’s changed into a summer dress, boots, and a jean jacket. She looks so much like her old self dressed like this. “I’m not sure I would have found this place without your directions.”
“That was kind of the point when I picked this spot. I wanted to have the privacy that this part of the property allotted me.”
“Can you handle being so close to Mountain Creek Ranch?” she asks.
I chuckle, thinking about how much has changed around here since she left.
The feud between the Holloways and my family, the Montgomerys, goes back generations. There have been many stories about why the feud between the neighboring families started, but I don't think anyone can be sure. All we knew growing up is that wedidn’tsocialize with the Holloways. But all that got blown to pieces when my brother, Beau, fell in love with Willow Holloway.
“What’s so funny?” Diana asks.
“The Montgomerys are on speaking terms with the Holloways now.”
Diana’s eyes widen in surprise as I tell her about Beau and Willow. When I’m finished telling her the story, she shakes her head in disbelief.
"You're gone ten years, and everything up and changes on you," she jokes to herself.
“Not everything,” I say, but my voice is barely above a whisper.
I can tell by the way she looks at me that she understands my double meaning.
There are no distractions here tonight. It's kind of why I asked her to come here instead of meeting in town, where we would most definitely have an audience.
The pull between us is just as strong as it was when we were seventeen, maybe more. My hands ache to reach out for her, but I still wonder if there is a chance I’m reading all of the signs wrong. She could just want to catch up with me.
We stare at one another, her gaze searching my face for something, but I don’t know what.
“I told myself I wasn’t going to do this,” she says before grabbing hold of my shirt and pulling my lips down to meet hers.
The moment they touch, it’s like the years that separated us melt away. I always knew that the connection and love we shared wasn’t just puppy love like our parents told us. It’s possible to find the love of your life at seventeen.
I pull her into my arms, pressing her against mine, needing to close the distance between us. I run my hands slowly up and down her body, reintroducing myself to the soft curves that fill my fantasies.
I grip her ass and lift her into my arms. Diana wraps her legs around my waist and pressing her pussy against the bulge of my hard cock. The unforgiving denim, making the pleasurable ache nearly unbearable.
I walk us over to the oversized sofa and lay her down, settling myself between her legs.
"What are we doing?" I breathe out as I kiss a trail down her next to the swell of her breasts.
