Page 34 of Don't Trust the Cowboy

“Then is it even required to have accommodations?”

“I suppose not for now. But I really think that I’m going to have a hard time getting bodies in here from in town. I’m not exactly popular here, in case you haven’t noticed.”

She gives me a small grin. “You leave that to me.”

“Now, I don’t want you getting in there with some of these men, Piper. They’ll eat you alive once they find out that you’re working for the likes of me.”

She brushes the hair off my face. “Well, I came in here, in this room, when word is that I should have been frightened. Let’s test out that brevity further, hm? It takes a lot to get my hackles up, Billy.”

I glance at her warmly. “I don’t doubt that one bit, sugar.”

Her fingers comb through the hair at the sides of my face. If I weren’t completely relaxed, now I am. “Are you okay?”

“I am now, darlin’.” I kiss her forehead. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” She lays on the pillows and pulls me back with her.

“Wh...what are you doing?”

“Well, when Jade couldn’t stop crying once, and she was so upset over a guy that broke her heart, I cuddled in next to her and slept. Did that for a couple of nights, and she quickly got over it. Sometimes human contact is so much more healing than we give it credit for.”

“Well, darlin’...I don’t know how to tell you this, without sounding like a superficial asshole...but I ain’t never slept with a woman that I didn’t have sex with first.”

She seems unscathed by that remark, as she pulls me to her, under the covers. “Well, Billy, I’ve never slept with a man, nor have I ever had sex with a man before, so this’ll be a novel experience for both of us.”

I’m lying in bed, facing her. I shake my head slowly, looking into her gorgeous eyes. “How is that possible.” My voice is a mere whisper.

“I can’t answer that, Billy. And it doesn’t matter.” She says to me softly, combing her fingers through my hair. “What matters is here. Now. This is what you need, Billy.”

I swallow, staring into her eyes. “What about whatyouneed?”

Her kiss is soft against my brow. “I have what I need, Billy. A home, people that care about me, a budding career, and most important of all, for the first time ever, I feel like I belong somewhere. Like I’m needed somewhere, and not just a burden.”

“You’ve never been a burden to me, love. I’ve never met anyone like you before. You’re decent, smart, hard-working, independent, and you care so goddamn much about things that I never dreamed anyone else would care about. Thankfully, they’re the same things that I care about, too.”

She pulls her leg up over my thigh, so that she’s holding me with her entire body, and she plants a soft kiss on my lips. “Go to sleep, Billy. You’re safe now.”

Her pajamas are soft and warm, gently rubbing against my skin, giving me a certain comfort. Certainly, way better under the circumstances, than the tiny see-through T-shirt. I find myself wrapping my arms around her comfortably, like we’ve done this a million times before. It’s not sexual, or forced, it’s as natural as breathing. Sleep comes in minutes, and a deep, restful sleep at that, free of wild dreams, nightmares, or anything unsettling. When I wake up next to her, neither of us has barely moved. And, to my surprise, I only have a twinge of wood.

Until she rubs up against it...

“Good morning.” She says, groggily, as I pull the sheets down between us, so she doesn’t notice.

“Morning, darlin’. How’d you sleep?”

“Very well. You?”

“Best night’s sleep I’ve had in a long time.”

I hear the builders pulling up outside, lift my head, and realize that I’ve overslept. “Shit.” I rake a hand through my hair, as I try to fathom how the hell I’m going to get out of bed just in my briefs, without her noticing the hard-on. “Jesus, I’ve got to get up, and scoot out of here fast.”

“Okay, no problem. I’ve got lots of work to do today, too.” She says, and I hope like hell that she’ll get out of bed before me, as I fake a long-needed stretch.

But she stretches, too, and I avert my eyes, since her chest is swelling, making my cock twitch. I have got to get out of this bed and away from her, before I do something fuck-ass stupid. So, I grab hold of my jeans on the floor, as I turn my back to her, and I pull them on as fast as I can, only, my cock is so hard, it’s too pretty damn obvious. I can’t do up the zipper without some real effort.

“Are you okay?” She asks, concerned.

“Yeah, um. I just...I need to use the washroom. I’ll be back.”

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