Page 12 of Dirty Cowboys
I stare at him. “She looked so... small,” I murmur. “Like I broke something that mattered.”
“She’s not broken. She’s cracked wide open, and you were the one she let do it.” His voice softens. “It ain’t the fucking... it’s the quiet after. When her walls are down and there’s nowhere to hide.” After amoment he adds, “She doesn’t regret it, Nash. I read her blog last night—she wants more.”
I forgot about the blog. It makes me relax, and he feels my relief. That’s when he pulls out and forces me onto my back.
I laugh as my back hits the mattress and Walker grabs me by the thighs and almost folds me in fucking half. “Jesus,” I grunt, as my knees are shoved damn near my ears.
“That’s not my name,” he jokes. He doesn’t waste time, slamming into me in one brutal thrust, and my back arches off the mattress, a strangled sound gurgling from my throat.
My fingers twist into the sheets beneath me. “Fuck, Walker.”
“Shut up,” he snaps, thrusting again. “You want to break things? You wanna fuck someone into the ground? Then you better know what it feels like to be on the receiving end.”
My thighs burn with the stretch as he smashes into me, owning every inch. And he does, which the asshole knows. His hands hold my legs in place as he savagely fucks me into the mattress.
“You like this, huh?” he says, leaning over me, sweat dripping from his temple. “You like being my tight little hole to ruin?”
I groan, eyes rolling back.
“Say it,” he growls. “Say you’re my fucking toy.”
“I’m your toy,” I rasp, my breath hitching as he drives in deeper.
Holy shit, I can see the appeal—why Indie liked the way I spoke to her. Who wouldn’t want to be Walker Rhodes’s toy, though? The man is sex on fucking legs, all solid shoulders, muscles, and gray eyes. They bore right through you when he is pissed off—butfuckhe turns me on.
Every brutal thrust of his hips has me shaking, fighting to hold on, and I don’t want it to stop.
“You’re going to remember this every time you play rough with someone else,” he hisses, one hand slapping down against my thigh.
“Fuck!”
He slams into me one last time, burying himself deep as we both come, and a few seconds later, his solid, sweaty body collapses over mine.
Duke strolls into the room, already dressed, and puts his hands on his hips. “Why the fuck are you two still in bed? I told you last night that we’ll be working the cattle at first light. You want time to fuck pretty girls in the dark, then we have a lot of shit to do today. You two shower while I take supplies over to the Patterson’s place. We need to fix the roof leak.”
Walker pushes off me and walks naked toward theshower, flipping Duke off before disappearing out the door.
“Do you have a crush on the girl, Dukie?” I tease, jumping out of bed. As I go to walk past him, he wraps his hand around my throat, pulling my face close to his. “Hit a nerve, cowboy?”
“You’re not cute enough to be that stupid,” he says, releasing me, and I stumble backward with a laugh. “Marge called fucking Fiona, who called the Pattersons, and they called me. Now we are fixing the roof and anything else that needs doing.”
“You know you would have done it anyway.”
Duke huffs and leaves the room.
I grab my towel and go to join Walker in the shower. Duke wrapping his hand around my throat made me fucking horny again. He rarely joins us; he likes to watch and get himself off. Sometimes he will talk us both into an orgasm with his rough demands of what he wants us to do.
When I stroll into the bathroom, Walker is already in the shower, suds all over his body, and he stands under the water rinsing off. As much as I could stand here all day and watch him naked, we have to beat Duke to the trap, or he will make our lives a living hell.
I keep replaying the moment when Indie went quiet, the way she curled into herself like she was trying to disappear. Walker might be right about herblog, about her wanting more, but that doesn’t erase the image of her looking so damn fragile.
After showering and dressing quickly, we head down to meet the crew. I catch sight of Indie standing next to Duke, who clearly couldn’t help inviting her to observe today’s ranch work. She’s bright-eyed and all smiles, completely different from the woman I left on the porch last night. Maybe Walker is right; maybe I didn’t break anything that mattered.
Reaching the table of food, I focus on what needs to be done.
“Tell your momma she is an angel from heaven,” I say to Josie, and she screws up her nose.
“She is not. She has a boner for Duke. Why don’t you assholes hurry up. You’re late, and we have things to do today.”
