Page 10 of Curvy Girl for the Cowboy

"I've got you, darlin'," Colton murmurs, sensing my apprehension. He brushes a tender kiss against my lips, the taste of my own essence lingering on his tongue. "Just relax and let me make you feel good."

With infinite care, he begins to push forward, the blunt head of his cock breaching my virgin entrance inch by excruciating inch. There's a moment of resistance, a sharp pinch of pain that has me stiffening beneath him, but Colton soothes me with whispered endearments and gentle caresses until I relax once more.

"That's it, honey. Take all of me," he groans as he hilts himself fully inside me, stretching me, filling me in a way I've never known before. It's an exquisite ache, a delicious fullness that has me arching against him, my body instinctively seeking more.

Colton stills above me, his breath coming in ragged pants as he fights for control. I can feel the tension thrumming through his muscular frame, the barely leashed power simmering just beneath the surface. His gaze locks with mine, those piercing blue eyes dark with desire and something deeper, something that steals the breath from my lungs.

"You feel so damn good, darlin'," he rasps, his voice rough with emotion. "So tight and perfect, like you were made just for me."

His words send a thrill racing down my spine, igniting a fire in my veins that threatens to consume me whole. I lift my hips experimentally, reveling in the drag of his thick length inside me, the way he stretches me so exquisitely.

Colton groans, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my hips as he begins to move, slow and deep, each thrust stoking the embers of my desire higher and higher. The room fills with the sounds of our lovemaking, the creak of the bed mingling with our ragged breaths and soft moans.

I lose myself in the sensations, in the slide of his sweat-slicked skin against mine, the delicious friction of his body moving inside me. The world narrows down to this moment, to the exquisite pleasure building between us, coiling tighter and tighter with each thrust.

Colton's pace quickens, his control slipping as he chases his own release. His hand slips between our bodies, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs, stroking me in time with his increasingly erratic thrusts.

"Come for me, Sam," he commands, his voice a low growl that sends shivers cascading down my spine. "Let me feel you."

His words are my undoing, the coil of tension inside me snapping as I shatter beneath him, my inner walls clenching around his length as ecstasy crashes over me in waves. Colton follows me over the edge with a hoarse shout, his hips stuttering against mine as he spills himself deep inside me, branding me as his own.

We cling to each other in the aftermath, our hearts pounding in sync as we catch our breath. Colton's weight is a welcome anchor, his arms a haven I never knew I needed. He presses softkisses against my hair, my temple, my lips, each touch a silent promise of something more.

In this moment, wrapped in Colton's embrace, I feel cherished, desired, loved. The insecurities that once plagued me seem to melt away, replaced by a bone-deep certainty that this is where I belong. In his arms, in his bed, in his life.

My cowboy. My husband. My love.

epilogue

?. . .?

One year later

Colton

The sun setspurple and orange over the hills as I drive the old pickup down the dusty road, one arm resting out the window. The wind whips through my hair and a rare smile plays at my lips. The bank came through with the loan to keep the ranch going. We ain't rich by any means, but we'll survive. And I aim to celebrate.

I glance over at Sam in the passenger seat, her auburn hair glowing like fire in the fading light. She's gazing out at the landscape, lost in thought but looking more at peace than I've seen her. My heart swells. This woman's stood by me through the worst of times. The least I can do is treat her to a nice evening out, even if it's just burgers and shakes in town.

"Almost there, darlin'," I say, reaching over to squeeze her hand. "Figured we both could use a little break from ranch cooking."

She turns to me and smiles, her green eyes sparkling. "You're spoiling me, Colton Westbrook. What's the special occasion?"

"Just feeling mighty grateful is all. For the ranch. For you." I pull her hand to my lips, pressing a Kiss to her knuckles. "Couldn't have made it through without you, Sam. I hope you know that."

Color rises in her cheeks as she ducks her head. "I haven't done much. You're the one who's worked so hard to keep everything going."

"We're a team, honey. Don't you forget it." I turn into the gravel lot of the diner, switching off the engine. "What do you say we leave the ranch behind for a bit and just enjoy ourselves? Like a real date."

Her smile widens. "I'd like that very much."

I hop out and come around to open her door, offering my hand to help her down. She takes it and slides out gracefully. I don't let go as we head inside, enjoying the connection.

Over burgers and fries, we talk and laugh more than we have in ages. The jukebox plays old country tunes and the neon signs paint her skin in a rosy glow. Looking at her, all I can think is how lucky I am. How much I want her by my side, always.

An idea starts forming. Something I shoulda done long ago. When the last fry is gone, I pay the check and lead her back outside into the cool evening air.

"Let's take a little walk," I suggest, nodding toward the park across the street. Twinkling lights are strung through the trees there, making it look downright magical.

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