Page 13 of The Cowboy's Temporary Solution

"Ranger."

I'm halfway to heaven when she calls my name in a voice that's gone all husky with need.

Her heels came off somewhere between the front porch and the hall, the black silk blouse is undone and pooled at her sides, revealing silky pale skin and a lacy black bra that's all askew from my fumbling to get underneath it.

When I look up from where I've just managed to wedge myself between the soft thighs that are only able to spread for me because her narrow skirt has been rucked up over her hips, the view is nothing less than breathtaking.

"I'm afraid these stockings are trash, baby." My thumbs rip through the nylon material that's impeding my access to the sweetest little pussy I've ever gotten a whiff of.

"Ohmygod, Ranger, wait--"

My target moves suddenly, startling me as she scurries off the other side of the bed.

Seri's unexpected retreat upsets the precarious balance I had on the backs of my heels, sending me to the floor and reminding us both just how much we've had to drink.

"Are you okay?" She's giggling madly as she comes to stand above me, giving me a view that makes my own laughter catch in my throat.

Her skirt is still around her hips, the black nylons destroyed, and a triangle of satin panties peeks out from between her thighs, obviously damp and begging my fingers to explore.

"I just need to...um..."

The smile on her pretty face goes from amused to shy as she gestures vaguely in the direction of the bathroom door.

"...before we...uh..."

My hands slide up the backs of her knees.

"Thought you were tappin' out on me, baby." My fingers trace little circles on the back of her thighs, as far up as my arms reach with me lying flat on the floor.

The shy smile widens, dark curls brushing the tips of those perfect breasts, her blouse still undone to show me those curves in all their glory as she shakes her head with an emphatic "no."

"I'll be right back. Promise."

"I'll be right here. Promise." My hand maintains contact with her for two steps before she's gone too far for me to reach.

Damn, this floor is comfortable. Mom put down new carpet since the last time I was home; feels like she went with an upgraded padding under the soft fiber.

Beyond the closed door of the en suite, I hear water running and what sounds like Seri singing softly. Knowing she's in there primping for me, has me hard as a rock with anticipation.

The room's spinning as I unbutton my jeans, only to realize I still have my boots on.

One boot lands on the floor and I lay my head back down to get my bearings before I reach for the next one.

7

SERENITY

Staring at myself in the mirror after I've finished taking care of what I'd been putting off while we were the bar, I contemplate the woman looking back at me.

She's rumpled and flushed. Her hair looks like it's going to take forever to work a comb through. The clear, blue eyes I'm used to seeing staring back at me look dark and hooded and more than a little drunk.

"Are you sure about this, Seri?" She asks. Obviously, she must be asking me, because the woman in the mirror looks like her own mind is made up one hundred percent.

My nod in agreement is enough to knock me off balance, and I grab the edge of the sink to steady myself as I share a conspiratory giggle with my reflection. We are definitely on the same page; we are going to go back out into that bedroom and let a rough, older cowboy have his way with us. And we are going to enjoy every minute of it.

The woman in the mirror nods emphatically while I splash a bit of cool water over my face and find the mouthwash. I'll leave the comb-through for another time.

While I do my best to transform the wrecked mess of wrinkled clothes and torn stockings into an image of the sultry, sexually confident vixen that I'm sure Ranger is expecting, I recite words of encouragement to myself under my breath, turning the affirmations into a nervous song in hopes of convincing myself that I really can go out there and do this without blowing my cover.

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