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My hand came up and my fingers ran over the little bit of scruff along his jaw that I knew he kept just for me, and I looked into his deep blue eyes—so full of love. “I’d love to, cowboy,” I whispered.
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HAVE FUN COWBOY
Rowan
“How many timesare you going to watch the feed?” Oliver asked me, a knowing smirk plastered on his smug face.
“As many times as I want,” I replied.
It was a Saturday, and Oliver and I were at a rodeo today with a few of the bulls and horses we’d bred specifically for this. Normally, we didn’t do this anymore, but a few of the local riders housed their horses at The Carragan Ranch, so we took care of them when the riders weren’t competing.
We used to come to rodeos in order to network, offer our services, see who may be interested in buying a new horse from us, and make a point to meet the event staff of the rodeos so they’d be more likely to use our bulls. We hadn’t done it much lately because our work spoke for itself—we were damn good at our jobs. Our bulls were angry and tough; our horses were agile and spunky.
But Oliver swore we were about to see a slowdown, so out we came. Normally, I wouldn’t mind. Truly. I enjoyed this, coming out and seeing the new up-and-coming riders, watchingour friends ride—it was fun. But my girl was home, alone, and she didn’t work this evening. Lucas did his best to give rotating weekends, and this was her weekend off. I should be home, buried deep inside of her, but I was here watching sweaty cowboys and working my ass off instead.
Oliver chuckled from beside me. “You’re obsessed.”
I didn’t deny it—I couldn’t. So I said nothing.
“I’m happy for you, Rowan, truly,” he said a few moments later. “She seems like a great girl, and you deserve that in your life.” He clapped me on the shoulder and then turned back to the arena.
I smiled to myself and watched the next ride. That was about as emotional and heartfelt as Oliver got, and honestly, even though by most people's standards it wasn’t much, it meant a great deal to me. Not only that he felt that way, but that it was so damn obvious how happy Aspen made me—how happy we made each other.
My phone buzzed, and I looked down to see it was my lady in question.
Aspen: Having fun, cowboy?
Me: Not as much fun as I’d be having if I were home with you right now.
Aspen: Fair point. Missing you.
I was about to start typing back when another text came through, but it wasn’t a text—it was a photo. She was in nothing but a black thong and my black baseball cap, her arm across her chest covering her nipples. She was sitting in the middle of the couch, biting her bottom lip the way sheknewdrove me fucking insane.
“Oh, fuck me,” I mumbled to myself.
“What’s wrong?” Oliver asked, looking over at me, concern clear on his face as he glanced down at my phone. In my attempt to lock it, I ended up dropping it on the ground face up. He looked down, realized what I was looking at, and busted out laughing. “Oh, she is damn good.”
I felt the anger start rising before he held up his hands in a look of defense, still chuckling. “I didn’t mean it in the sense of, damn, she looks good. Chill. She’s basically my baby sister already. I meant, damn, she’s good and knows just how to push your buttons.”
I picked up my phone, dusting off the dirt, and let out a breath. I was way too damn worked up for this shit right now, and he was still chuckling and shaking his head at me.
“You’re not wrong about that,” I grumbled at him.
“I know. Good luck, Ro,” he said, his eyes moving back to the arena.
I unlocked my phone and looked down at the text she’d sent in after the photo.
Aspen: I’ll be here waiting for you to get home, cowboy. Hope you enjoy the show.
The show? What did she mean by—my heart rate sped up as I thought about what she could mean. She’d given me a bit of shit about the new cameras I’d had installed around the house. She understood why, but she still shook her head at me when I’d told her we should get our own for the bedroom. I told her we could put on quite the show.
I pulled back up the camera for the living room where she’d been on the couch and was immediately torn between regret and enough lust to cause a painful hard-on.
I cleared my throat and muttered to Oliver that I’d be right back.
“Yeah, I’m sure. Have fun,cowboy,” he said with another chuckle. Fuck I needed to find this man a girl just so I could torture the fuck out of him too.
