Page 5 of Roped By the Cowboy
“Hell, I did not mean...I tried to...what I mean is...” Stumbling over my words, I am still crushing her before I push up on my hands.
Staring down at her beneath me, hair spread out on the grass, skin glowing in the sunshine, I am bewitched. My cock jerks in my Wranglers and I don’t even try to hide it as it rubs against her. It shows in her jade eyes the moment she realizes that yeah, I am turned on right now even with all these people here watching me make a fool of myself.
Laughing, she pushes at my shoulders to move me. Only her hands curl into me, making me wish we were skin to skin. I want to haul her against me and carry her off somewhere to have her to myself. It is such a deep, primal, powerful desire that I even start to gather her up but stop myself.
Getting to my feet, I grasp her hands to pull her to hers. Tugging too hard sends her careening into my chest. Not that I mind her soft little body with her pert tits pressed up against me. Her shoes come off as they hit my boots, and she winds up barefoot in the grass. Hearing a laugh, I turn to see the others just watching the mess I am making of this right from the start.
“We can exchange him for one that works, if you want, darlin’.”
“No! No, I have it handled,” I argue, sending him a glare that has him throwing his hands up. “I am sorry, honey. Let me get you to your bunk. Get you settled before we get this thing going.”
“Thank you,” she says this to Cody, not me, smiling at him before she turns her gaze back on me. Hellfire, she is beautiful. I am in trouble. “I think he can handle things from here. Doesn’t bother me I have a man falling for me the moment we meet. Does it bother you, cowboy?”
“No, no honey, it doesn’t,” I tease back once I see the mirth in her eyes. “I reckon a woman like you deserves to have men falling at her feet.”
“Yeah, yeah I think I’ll keep this one.”
Flushing at the way her eyes slide over me as she sends a wink at Cody, I take her hand. Grabbing her bag, I lead her away from the others, tugging her a little closer when I notice some of the other hands eyes on her.
Nope. No fucking away, fellas. Sending the guys a look, I lead her past them with my body blocking hers. I hate that they even have their eyes on her. I have never felt possessive of anything in my life before this moment.
This oneis mine—even if I get her for one day, Jilly Bean is mine.
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Chapter Four
Jillian
I might have just made an awful,awesomemistake.
Spending a week looking forward to seeing Jacob, to getting him to myself for an entire day has about driven me mad. I spent hours going over his bio, over the Iron H Ranch pamphlet, anything that could prepare me for my time being a cowgirl. None of it prepared me for him, however.
Jacob takes a pretty photo, no doubt. In person he is...much,much more. More is all I think as I follow him to the bunk I will stay in tonight. More muscles, more beautiful, more everything I figured a cowboy might be. He is filthy from working, sweaty even, and it is the hottest thing I have ever seen.
“Sorry about that back there, honey,” he talks without slowing down, without looking back at me. “I can be a bit accident prone. Thought I had grown out of that before I saw you standing there.”
Flushing because his reaction to me was comical, I give his hand a squeeze. It is rough against mine, his thick fingers laced tight over my own. He stops, turning back to look down at me. Gosh, he’s big, towering over me in his boots, his big cowboy hat framing his handsome face in shadow.
“It was cute. Never had a man throw me to the ground the moment we met.”
“Oh, hell, I ruined your pretty dress,” he grumbles, turning to dust at the dirt I didn’t even notice. His hands brush over my bare shoulders, my breasts, down my hips. I am shaking by the time he seems to realize what he is doing. “I-I, that was wrong of me to...I just wanted to...honey, I did not mean it.”
Grinning up at him, I nod. There is not one shred of him that seems so cunning or direct. He is not trying to take advantage of me. Jacob just wants to take care of something. I am not sure how I know that within minutes of meeting him, but I do. For one day, I am what he wants to take care of.
“Jacob, sweetheart calm down,” I encourage, reaching for his other hand. “No need for nerves or apologies for being you. I came to have a good time here at the ranch. Take me on a horse ride, show me some trails, talk about life here on a ranch, that will be a good time. Can you do that?”
Tugging me closer, he nods, tipping his hat to show me his eyes. “Yeah, honey, I can do that. Even if I stumble on the trails, fall off the horse, or get things wrong about ranch life, I can do that for you. Come on, let’s get you settled.”
Nodding, I follow him to the cute bunk with a horseshoe number on the front. Wynn told me they added several new bunkhouses after last year, just to accommodate visitors from the auctions. Inside is a simple antique brass bed with a lovely handmade quilt. Striding towards it, he sets my bag beside it, still holding my hand.
Turning back to me, he gives me that dimpled smile that got this whole thing started. I was drawn to his photo, but the draw to him here, now, in the flesh is unreal. If I thought he was a turn on before, smelling his sunshine and grass smell, seeing the way his eyes spark when they look at me, feeling the warmth of his rough palm in mine, it is a whole other thing now.
Yeah, this was an awful mistake—who cares? Some of the best things in life begin as mistakes.
“What would you want to do first, Jillian?”
Jacob has the slightest accent, not southern exactly, but it fits with his big hat, his dusty cowboy boots, and dirty, tattered jeans. It sounds lovely saying my name. I cannot tell him whatI want to do first because it is not proper. I came here to play cowgirl for a day—not to ride cowgirl.
