Page 43 of Nothing to Lose: Lost Trilogy: Part 1
The sheets rustle behind me just as I’m about to get out of bed. The plan is to get to my stash of weed and roll one out on the balcony. With a little bit of luck, no one will report it this late at night.
“Hey,” Emily’s soft voice calls. “Are you leaving?”
I smile at the worry I hear in her voice. She is so damn sweet.
“I can’t sleep,” I admit when I turn my head to look at her.
“Can I help?” She gives me a sexy but tired smirk.
“You should sleep, big day tomorrow, yeah?”
The reminder of why she is actually here dims the happiness in her eyes.
“Big day,” she agrees.
I come back down on the bed, lying on my side so I can look at her. When I see that she’s shivering, I pull the comforter higher over her bare shoulders.
“Is Becca okay?”
I almost burst into laughter. It took her a while to remember that her friend just walked into a hotel room never to be heard from again.
“Yeah, she’s with Wrecker. He’s my friend,” I explain when I notice her confusion.
“Why?” She has this adorable frown forming in between her eyes that I am dying to kiss away. So I do just that.
“They know each other,” I shrug as I explain. “They met a few weeks ago when she visited Austin…”
My piece of news seems to get her all agitated, but in a good way.
“Oh my god, your friend is her cowboy?” she squeaks.
“Cowboy?” I snort. “What cowboy? I mean, he does ride, and I’m sure he’s riding her as we speak, but…”
She starts giggling and slaps a hand over my mouth. “Shut up!”
“What’s the deal with the cowboy?” I mumble around her soft hand on my mouth. “She wants one?”
“She might,” she laughs. “I teased her to death when she came home from her trip to Austin, asked her if she’d found herself a cowboy to ride her hard. She didn’t wanna say, but she had all these hickeys all over, I knew it!”
“Yeah, that was cowboy Wrecker,” I laugh with her. “Did you want a Texas cowboy, too?” I tease her.
Emily’s face gets serious at hearing my question.
“Seems as if I found him,” she whispers.
“I am your cowboy, babe,” I promise her. The lure of her soft lips is just too much, so I lean forward to give her a kiss.
“I just want you to know that I am on birth control,” she informs me out of the blue.
“You are?”
Emily almost rolls her eyes in amusement when she hears the surprise in my voice.
“Do you really think I would’ve begged you to fuck me bare if I wasn’t?”
“Babe, I love it when you talk dirty to me,” I tease her. “And I want you to know that I don’t carry any STD’s.”
“Thank you for that,” she laughs.
