Page 81 of A Cowboy in the Streets

Her eyes widened and her white teeth sank into her puffy bottom lip. She stopped fighting me. Her thighs fell open, revealing her pink, glistening pussy. Beautiful. I couldn’t tear my eyes away.

Mine, I thought. For now.

I leaned in and feasted.

Her clit was swollen and sensitive, so after a few gentle licks I slid my tongue inside her, thrusting and licking. She gasped, shuddered, her fingers threaded into my hair. I tasted myself in her, remnants of what we had done together, my salt mixing with her sweet. And fuck, I couldn’t get enough.

When her hips canted to my mouth, I rubbed my thumb over her clit. She came on my mouth with long, hard squeezes, her internal muscles pulling me deeper, coating my tongue in her flavor.

I was hard again, drunk on her pussy. I pushed up, slid my cock into her with a rough thrust that made her gasp. I went slower this time and came harder.

She lay there limply, arms and legs spread at awkward angles, panting. “Fuck, Adam. I mean…fuck.”

There was nothing I wanted more than to stay just like this. Wrapped up in her. But putting off the inevitable had never been my style.

I hiked up my jeans as best I could without the button and buckled my belt. “You don’t have to wait until December.”

She blinked at me like she was having trouble following the conversation. “What?”

“Our contract says you get paid through December no matter what. I don’t want you to worry about that. You don’t need to feel guilty.”

Her post orgasm glow dimmed slightly, and her eyes narrowed. “I don’t feel guilty.”

“I mean, you can go whenever you want.” The words felt like razors in my throat. But I had to say it. As badly as I wanted her here with me and Ben, there was something I needed even more. I needed her to be happy.

So I shut down the part of me that wanted to tie her to my bed and forced out the words.

“You should go to California with your family.”

Chapter 33

James

You should go .

The words echoed in my head as I put my dress to rights and shook the straw out of my hair. Adam was quiet as we walked back to the big house to enjoy the rest of the celebration, but he held my hand the whole way, not letting go until we needed our hands to eat the burgers Ted had grilled for us. Even then, he kept me close to his side, never letting me get very far without following me. Every time I looked up, his eyes were on me.

Strange behavior for a man hell bent on pushing me away.

You should go.

After everyone had cleared out, he didn’t ask me to spend the night. He walked me home, kissed me good night like he hadn’t told me to go back to California, but didn’t ask to stay—not that I expected him to, because of course he couldn’t leave Ben overnight. Despite the way his tongue lingered against mine and the very hard dick he pressed against my belly as we kissed, he felt distant. Aloof.

I went to sleep confused. I woke up mad.

I wasn’t going to let him throw a grenade like that and then pretend the explosion had left everything the same. I had told him I wouldn’t suffer in silence, and I meant that. We were going to talk this out.

Mom and I had brunch plans, but I swung by the barn before I picked her up from her cabin, knowing that’s where Adam would be. I found him mucking out a stall, his back to me. His muscles bunched and shifted as he worked, which did nothing to improve my mood. I glared at his firm, round ass. Only Adam could look this good shoveling shit.

“Why don’t you want me to stay?” I demanded.

He froze, pitchfork loaded with manure, not turning around. “Of course I want you to stay.” And then he tossed the shit into the wheelbarrow. “You’re the best trainer Lodestar has ever had.”

If I had been wearing gloves, I would have scooped up a handful of manure and thrown it at him. “Oh. You want me to stay because I’m good at my job. Got it.”

Finally, he turned to look at me. “You know that’s not it, James. But Blue Skies has always been your dream. I understand. I won’t stand in the way of that.”

He sounded so damn reasonable. But I didn’t want him to be reasonable. I didn’t want him to understand and nobly step aside so I could pursue my childhood dream of working with my father. I wanted him to beg me to stay. Tell me he couldn’t live a day without me.

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