Page 13 of My Cowboy Kiss
“Like this, Courtney.”
His breath, warm against my ear, reminds me of my morning and the unfulfilled horniness. I heat up, reaching inferno level when he rests his hand on my waist.
“Shift your stance,” he says.
He moves when I do and color me hornier, I think he has a boner. It just poked me in the ass cheek.
“You’re that happy to be with me?” I joke. “If your cock gets any harder, it’s going to push me off balance.”
“That’s my bow that touched you. Sorry.”
Okay. I can die now. What comeback? What comeback? Come on, Courtney, say something. Anything. I’ve got nothing. So I say nothing and don’t even move.
The wind blows. A dove coos mournfully from the roof of the building. The silence between us gets as thick as fog. “Um…” That’s my comeback.Um.I fucking dazzle myself sometimes.
I turn slowly, opening my mouth to say I was just joking around.
River puts his hand on my back, and I whisper his name.
Then he kisses me like a hungry beast that finally found its prey.
River
I’m holding her against my body and her sweet curves are melting into me.
Her hand is on the back of my neck pulling at me, urging the kiss to deepen. And I do that. My heart drinks in every emotional drop of this moment.
She moans and I swallow it with the kiss. I can’t kiss her enough. Can’t hold her enough. She’s intoxicating and I never want to let her go.
Her hand suddenly drops away from my neck, and she pushes against my chest.
“Good thinking,” she says through swollen lips when I reluctantly release her. “We’re definitely being watched and that should help prove you’re my boyfriend.”
I pull a smile from somewhere and act like I’m just her friend and not a man desperately in love with her.
She doesn’t notice how well I’m acting or how tightly I’m holding onto my control.
I manage to pull off a miracle and push the kiss to the back of my mind. I cross my fingers hoping my boner goes down before she notices. Over the next couple of hours, I teach her the basics of how to hit the targets.
When she lowers her arm and says, “I’m done, my muscle is killing me”, I’m glad to step away. Wanting her the way I do but knowing she doesn’t want to be mine is rough on my heart.
“I’ll take you home.”Then I’ll find a shower. An ice cold one.
“Thanks for today. The gossip about us will spread and by tomorrow, we’ll have solidified our relationship.”
“We make a great team.” I’m leading with that, trying to find an opening to get her anti-love/relationship stance to soften.
“We do. I’m glad that you’re my friend.” She puts her hand on my arm. “Love is an illusion, but our friendship is real.” She bites her lip, then adds, “The only real thing in my life.”
Those words let me know that it’s too soon for me to seek an opening in this one-sided love. But I’m not giving up. “It’s almost dinner time. You want to get something to eat?”
“I’m not hungry.”
There’s an inflection in her voice. Something’s bothering her.
I drive to her apartment and park, intending to ask what’s on her mind but she jumps out quickly. “I’ll call you tomorrow.” She shuts the door then rushes across the lot.
I watch her go, her long legs a sight to see in the softening daylight. Then I recall how my hands felt being on her waist when I was kissing her at the range. My cock recalls the moment too. Idefinitelyneed a cold shower.
