Page 14 of Cowhand Crush

“Then you would lose that bet.”

This was…dangerous. Skirting along the edge of something we both wanted but couldn’t have.

“You should go back inside, Avery,” I said, barely audible in the stillness between us.

She lowered her gaze and reached out, hooking two fingers under my belt buckle with the slightest tug.

“I want to stay with you.”

My eyes slipped closed. I inhaled, slow and deep, to steady myself. Every bone in my body wanted to wrap Avery in my arms and keep her safe all night long. I would rest easier that way, knowing Isaac Farley couldn’t lay a finger on her when she was sleeping next to me, wrapped up in my sheets.

“Avery—” I started to say, opening my eyes.

But the sweet heat of her lips met mine, cutting me off.

Fuck, she tasted perfect.

I should have pushed her away.

I should have told her no.

My resolve melted like butter. My hands settled on her hips, pulling her close. Avery slid her arms around my neck, pressing her body flush against mine. I could feel everything through the thin layers of her clothes—the swell of her breasts, the curve of her hips, the stiff peaks of her nipples from the chill.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, a warning bell tried to bring me back from the brink of destruction.

You are kissing your boss’s daughter, in full view of his fucking house!

Too late. The dam had shattered. There was no going back now.

I cupped Avery’s cheek, pressing her lips open with my tongue. She whimpered, grabbing a fistful of my shirt with a yank. I stumbled forward a step, pinning her against the wall.

Gripping my wrist, Avery guided my hand between her soft thighs.

“Touch me,” she murmured against my mouth. “Please, Bowen.”

The last shred of my self-preservation vanished in a puff of smoke. I buried my face in her neck, pressing the flat of my tongue to her throbbing pulse. Tugging her little shorts aside, I found no underwear to impede my goal as I grazed my fingertips over her clit.

The vibration of Avery’s moan on my tongue awakened something feral inside me. If Isaac Farley was lurking around here, circling like a vulture, I hoped he saw us like this. I wanted him to witness the way Avery went boneless with pleasure when I slid two fingers inside her slick heat. I wanted him to hear that beautiful wrecked sound when I sucked on her neck, matching the rhythm of my fingers, curled knuckles-deep inside the vise-like grip of her pussy.

“Grind on me like a good girl,” I growled, nipping at Avery’s earlobe.

She gasped, circling her hips in a sloppy, desperate motion. Grabbing the back of my neck for leverage, she tipped her head back, eyes closed as she fucked herself on my fingers. I brushed my thumb against her clit with just enough friction to give her a taste of the pleasure she chased.

“Up,” I said.

Avery grabbed my shoulders and hoisted herself up, hooking her legs around my waist. Using the wall to support her back, I could finger her harder, drumming her g-spot. Her walls fluttered and tightened.

Her arms trembled as she barreled closer to her orgasm. Seeing her shaking with pleasure instead of fear only spurred me on even more, fueling my all-consuming desire to watch her come because of me.

A cool breeze kissed the back of my neck, a stark reminder of how exposed we were. I withdrew my fingers, pressing my palm to Avery’s hip. She whined with disappointment, breathing hard.

“Why did you stop?”

“Your father—”

“Don’t,” she cut in.

“He’s made it very clear that his ranch hands shouldn’t touch you. And I…”

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