Page 22 of My Cowboy Kiss
Courtney
I’m almost finished putting on my makeup when River walks into the living room freshly shaved and yawning. I know he’s as tired as I am.
We woke up in the middle of the night and talked for a while. I can’t help thinking about what happened next. Neither of us slept with any clothes on and he entered me from behind. The entire time he was pumping into me, he stroked my clit. Even while he was coming, he didn’t stop.
I cross my legs, squeezing hard at the erotic memory, at the feel of his come filling me.
He moves to where I’m sitting on the sofa where I get enough decent morning light to apply makeup and kneels on the rug in front of me. Looking into my eyes, he takes my hands in his and presses a kiss to each one.
“I’ll be out in the far pasture today so I’m not sure what kind of reception I’ll have. But if you need anything, even if you just want to chat, call the house and someone can come find me. I’ll ride back closer to the house to get a signal.”
I brush a lock of hair from his forehead. “If you’re trying to make sure I’m okay, I am.”
“You don’t regret?—”
“No,” I interrupt before he can finish. “My thoughts are all over the place and my heart feels strange, but I’ll never be sorry about last night.”
He thinks about that for a second before he nods and rises. “I’ll make you breakfast while you finish.”
I swipe lipstick on, then drop the tube into my purse. After I get a light jacket from the closet, I say, “I’m done, and I don’t want to eat.”
“I’ve told you before. You never eat enough,” he scolds.
“That’s not true. You’re comparing me to you, but you do the work of two men.”
“Do you know what my newfavoritething to eat is?”
I can feel my cheeks flaming. I’m not embarrassed by anything we did but there’s a small sliver of awkward awareness in the room as I try to adjust to the change between us. I saw my best friend naked. I did mind-blowing dirty things with him. He had his tongue and his cock inside of me.
“No comment?” he teases. “Will you be this embarrassed next time too?”
“Next time?”
The smile on his face fades and he looks uncertain. “You don’t want a next time?”
“I do!”
He grins at my enthusiastic reply. And it’s amazing to me how before-sex-together River could look at me and I was fine. But after-sex River looks at me the same way and there’s a new meaning behind it and I’m not fine. I get insta-horny and want to tattoo my name all over him.
“I have to go before I’m late.” Then I remember that my car is still down. I take out my phone and River stops me.
“I’ll drive you and then have someone put a new battery in and leave it in town for you.”
“Thank you for handling that. I’ll leave my debit card with you.”
“I don’t need it.”
I know every penny is needed for the ranch because of what my uncle did. I know how the family is struggling to pay the bills. The guilt I feel burrows deeper.
I can’t add my costs to the load already on his shoulders and as soon as we’re in his truck, I take my card out.
“Courtney, I said I can do this for you.”
“Lift up.” I try to snake my hand beneath his ass to feel for the wallet in his back pocket.
He won’t budge.
I sigh. I’ll just have to do it another way.
