Page 21 of Her Filthy Cowboy

A slow smile spreads across Savannah’s face. “When did you get so wise, cowboy?”

I grin, pulling her close. “Must be all that time I spend with horses. They’re pretty good listeners.”

As I lead the mare back to the barn, Savannah falls into step beside me. Our hands brush as we walk, and my heart kicks up a notch.

We enter the barn, the familiar scents of hay and leather wrapping around us. My heart starts racing again but for a different reason now. I’ve got something to show her, something that’s been burning a hole in my pocket all day.

After settling the mare into her stall, I turn to Savannah. I can’t keep the mischievous grin off my face. “I’ve got something to show you.”

Her eyebrows shoot up. “Oh? What is it?”

“Close your eyes.”

Savannah obliges, a smile playing on her lips. I take a deep breath, steeling myself. This is it. I slowly roll up my sleeve, revealing the fresh ink on my forearm.

“Okay, open them.”

Her eyes flutter open, then widen as she takes in the tattoo. It’s a delicate design, intertwining our initials with a small horseshoe. A symbol of our love and the life we’re building together.

“Brody.” She traces the lines with her fingers. “It’s beautiful.”

“I wanted something permanent. Something to show you that I’m in this for the long haul. No matter what comes our way.”

Savannah looks up at me, her eyes shining. “I love it.”

I pull her close, overwhelmed by the depth of my feelings for this woman. “Good. Because I love you, Savannah.”

I can’t hold back any longer. I pull Savannah into my arms and crash my lips against hers. The kiss is all fire and need. I back her up against the wall of the empty stall, pinning her with my body. “I want you so bad, baby.” I growl the words against her mouth.

Savannah tugs me closer. “Then take me.”

I don’t need to be told twice. I find the hem of her shirt and lift it over her head. I skim my palms over her soft skin, marveling at how perfectly she fits against me.

I take a moment to drink in the sight of her. “I will never get tired of looking at you. You’re so fucking gorgeous Savannah.”

Savannah fumbles with the buttons of my flannel. “Off,” she demands. “I need to feel you.”

I help her, shrugging out of my shirt. The moment we’re skin to skin, it’s like a jolt of electricity. I can’t get enough of her.

“Wrap your legs around me.”

Savannah complies without hesitation. I lift her, supporting her weight easily. She feels so right in my arms, like she was made for me. I carry her to a pile of fresh hay in the corner.

“You want to do it right here?” Savannah’s voice holds a mix of excitement and nervousness.

“Right here.” I lay her down gently. “I can’t wait another second to have you.”

I sink into Savannah’s warmth, and we both gasp at the intensity. Her body welcomes me, tight and perfect.

“Fuck, you feel amazing.”

Savannah’s eyes lock onto mine, dark with desire. “You fill me so good, Brody.”

I start to move, thrusting steadily. Each stroke is deliberate, pouring all my love and passion into her. Savannah’s hips rise to meet mine, matching my rhythm perfectly.

“That’s it, baby. Take what you need from me.”

She digs her nails into my back, spurring me on. The slight pain only heightens my pleasure. I can’t believe how responsive she is and how perfectly we fit together.

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