Page 5 of Daddy's Grumpy Cowboy

It could be because he’s shirtless, adding a brand new level to the deliciousness that is Caleb Burke. His body is unreal.

I might actually have to remove myself from his presence to take a cold shower if I can’t peel my eyes off of him soon enough. His stomach though… sweet Jesus. His abs aren’t super toned and tight, they’re like the rest of him—thick. Like he could break my fist if I tried to punch him there.

Hitting him isn’t something I would do. Hitting on him… well, I don’t know that I’ll be able to stop myself. God, I hope he’s into men.

He’s tightening some screws on the dock that I didn’t even know needed to be tightened, but good gracious it’s like he’s putting on some private dreamy show for me.

“Can I help you with something?” he drawls and I stiffen, looking up from his bare stomach to find him watching me. Aaaaand I’ve been caught. Shit.

“Nope,” I choke out awkwardly.

He arches a brow in disbelief. “You sure about that? You’re starin’ awful hard.”

A hot cowboy calling me out of my shit. Best vacation ever.

“You’re like, ridiculously hot,” I blurt out, unashamed.

Saying what’s on my mind is one of my more prominent traits. Erin says that’s because I’m a ‘himbo’ but she’s a bit dramatic. I like to think of myself as more of a sweetie. Like a cinnamon roll.

Sweet and playful as I typically am, the things I want to do to Caleb are far from sweet. If he’d have me, I’d put him on his knees in a second flat. What would his little accent sound like while he’s begging for my cock and calling me Daddy like a good boy?

Caleb looks taken aback, lips parted in shock. But hey, at least he doesn’t look pissed off or disgusted. I’ll take it.

“What?” he asks like he might have misheard me.

Well, I’m not going to lie. “I said you’re hot, ridiculously so. Are you sure you work on the ranch and you’re not modeling for some country life magazine or something?”

Again, he looks puzzled. His eyebrows are scrunched in the middle and his expression can only be described as dumbfounded.

Trying to lighten the mood, I shrug. “I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable, but I couldn’t help looking at you.”

“Are you,” he pauses, “Are you hitting on me?”

“Are you going to punch me if I say yes?”

Affronted, his head rears back. “Why the hell would I hit you?”

Well, that’s reassuring.

“Some guys don’t like male attention,” I say, still a bit cautious.

“I’m not—” He shakes his head, chewing on his lip. “I’m not like that.”

Giving him a pointed once over, I ask, “Because you like it, or because you don’t mind?”

Being put on the spot, he shifts uncomfortably, looking over his shoulder for anyone who could be listening in. But we’re all alone out here.

“It’s—” He’s clearly flustered. “It doesn’t matter either way, you’re a guest.”

Oh wow, I gulp. Caleb just might be interested in little ole me after all.

“Is there a rule about that sort of thing?” I tease, lips tipping into a smirk.

“Yes,” he replies without hesitation, but his voice wavers. I don’t think there’s a rule at all, but I won’t press him.

By the look of it, Caleb is either in the closet or uncomfortable with being out around his family or maybe just at work. The last thing I want to do is push too hard and make him feel bad in any sort of way.

“Well.” I click my tongue tilting my head to the side. “That’s just too bad.”

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