Page 63 of The Story We Wrote

She was right. My dad wouldn’t have thought twice about kicking any man to the curb for showing up at his house uninvited like that. Especially, to tell him they were going against his wishes and still going to see his daughter. The fact Boone and I left together meant something that was said hit a nerve enough to possibly spark some change.

Putting my hands up in mock surrender, I let her have the win. “You could be right, and I hope you are. I have to get going. I’ll text you and Theo with the details for The Tequila Cowboy.”

Penny blew me a kiss, “Talk to you later. Love you.” I pretended to catch the kiss and blew one back. “Love you too.”

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The rest of the afternoon was slower than usual. I had maybe seven or eight customers, but they kept me busy until closing. I turned my back to the door, counting down the money from the day when I heard the heavy thud of familiar boots. Spinning around, I wore a huge smile on my face as Boone walked through the door. He was sweaty and dirty, just how I liked him. Seeing him after a long day of work made my core clench, I wanted him badly. Nothing was better than a man who worked with his hands for a living.

“Hello, Darling,” he said, coming up to kiss me on the cheek. His arm wrapped around my waist as he pulled me closer. I put the money down in the register and wrapped both my arms around his neck. His hot skin touched mine, and it sent electricity down my spine.

“Hi, Cowboy,” I whispered, looking into his eyes. I went on my tip toes and gave his lips a small peck. He returned the kiss with a second one once I pulled away.

Boone’s hat sat lazily on his head, his hair messy and wet at the edges. “Are we going to clean up and grab something to eat? I’m starving.” I was hungry too, but not for food.

“Mhmm,” I mumbled, kissing him again. I couldn’t keep my mouth off him. There was the taste of salt that coated even his lips. His mustache tickled my upper lip as I went in again and again. The moment was heating up quickly.

Boone pushed me back, my ass hitting the counter. I could feel his cock getting harder in his jeans. He rubbed it against my thigh, hinting to me that he was ready to take me home. Icouldn’t wait that long. I was a different woman around Boone, he made it hard to control all the desires I had.

“You better take it easy. If you keep it up, I’ll have to take you right here. My mom may not like that,” he muttered against my lips. I kissed him back, slipping my tongue into his mouth. He welcomed me, matching my energy. My hands came from around his neck and explored their way to his hips. I put a finger in the waistband of his jeans, touching the skin, and then came around to meet at his belt buckle.

“She doesn’t have to know,” I said against his lips, pushing him back. Boone’s body hit the counter as I sank to my knees. I wanted him in my mouth. I wanted to watch him come undone in a space where someone could see. What the hell was happening to me?

Boone groaned, tossing his head back to look at the ceiling. I swear I saw him mouth something, a prayer maybe, before I undid his belt and lowered his jeans. His boxers clung to his muscular thighs, I licked my lips at the sight. Quickly, I pulled down his boxers to his ankles and his cock sprung free.

“I’m taking my time,” I said, looking up at him through my lashes. He was staring down, his pupils larger than before. Boone stood with his hat on, shirt held up, and a look of pure lust on his face. I had to adjust myself, pulling the sundress I had on above my knees so it wouldn’t hold me back.

Leaning forward slightly, I placed my hands on the backs of his thighs and opened my mouth to welcome his hard length in my mouth. I started slowly, circling the tip with my tongue. Boone cursed, not looking away from me while I was hard at work.

I took his tip into my mouth, sucking lightly. A salty taste hit my tongue and I savored it. Opening my mouth wider, I took him deeper while sucking gently. My cheeks hollowed and I pulledaway, a popping sound coming from my mouth. I wanted to torture him, taking his length slowly.

“You’re killing me,” he said, his free hand coming up and gripping the back of my ponytail. I had my hair up today, which proved to be the right choice. He pushed my head back towards his cock. Looking up through hooded eyes, I kept eye contact as I fit him in my mouth. He was so big I gagged when the tip of his length hit the back of the throat. My nails dug into the back of his thighs, leaving my mark. I didn’t back down. Instead, I pulled back slightly and did it over and over. Tears began to prick in the corners of my eyes, but I pushed through.

“Darling —” he moaned. “Faster. I want to come in that pretty mouth.”

Teasing him, I pulled back and ran my tongue underneath his cock, and when I hit the tip, I lingered. Boone grew frustrated because he pushed my head down and pulled it back up with my ponytail.

“Suck,” he demanded.

With my eyes locked on him, I brought my hand up to my mouth and spit on it. I jerked his length in my palm before bringing his cock to my mouth and spitting on that too. Before he had time to react, I went in. I started sucking and licking fast along his length, using my hand as added friction.

“You’re such a good girl,” he groaned, wrapping my little ponytail around his fist. “That’s right, suck me.” I kept going, faster and faster, moving my hands along his shaft in a twisting motion. That sent Boone over the edge. He let out a grunt and his head flew back again, that damn hat staying on his head which made me even more feral. I hummed on his length which was his final straw.

I felt a spurt of warm liquid fill my mouth. I made sure he was looking at me before I swallowed, my tongue darting out toclean the side of my mouth. I’ve never swallowed before or even let someone come in my mouth.

“You amaze me,” he said, laying both his hands on either side of my face. He pulled me up to him, kissing my swollen lips.

“We forgot to shut the door,” I said, noticing the breeze coming from the front of the stand.

“Even hotter when I do this, everyone can see,” he muttered, placing a kiss on my cheek and down my neck. Swiftly, he scooped me up and twisted to put me down on the counter, my back facing the front door.

“Boone,” I warned, but he clearly had other plans. He pulled up his pants and redid his belt.

“I said I was starving. I think I need a little treat before my main course.” He took the hat from his head and placed it next to me on the counter. His hair was disheveled and his eyes were filled with need.

Boone sank to his knees and pulled up the skirt of my dress. He slipped underneath, covering himself completely. I couldn’t see him, I could feel him. Boone placed soft kisses on the inside of my thigh, working his way to my core. My legs trembled under his touch.

His calloused fingers brushed against my swollen clit, moving my panties to the side. A warm, soft touch was placed on me, which I knew was his tongue. Boone licked me in small, repetitive motions that drove me crazy. The teasing of his hot breath and soft touches was more than my body could take. I felt my leg quake.

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