Page 21 of Possessive Cowboy

Maybe it’s because Mav avoids discussing his feelings so much that I was so surprised when he invited me on a romantic night in together tonight.

Although I don’t live with Mav, I’m at his ranch house so often that I might as well. I’ve moved in a lot of my clothes, my shampoo, my makeup…that cast iron pan that I brought over to the ranch on our first date still lives there, in the now-tidy and dust-free kitchen where I make frequent dinners.

He’s always appreciative.

Always.

He looks at me like I’m a prize. Like he can’t quite believe he won me.

But that’s how I feel abouthim.

I’ve never known happiness like this before. Didn’t realize things could be so good. That a man could make me feel so safe, so protected. Is he too much sometimes? Too possessive, too protective?

Yes.

But in a way, I kind of like that. I like being taken care of by a man more than I ever believed I could.

Of course, I still stay busy with my work. Faith’s first food co-op officially opens in a few weeks, and Abby and I have been busy marketing it, getting the word out, scattering beautifully designed flyers fifty miles in every directions in the hopes that it will be a smashing success.

My work brings me to Mav and his ranch too, though. These days, everything seems to. Nearly every single night, I curl up in that king sized bed in the upstairs bedroom, the one with the killer view, inhaling the smell of his shampoo, running my palm over his naked chest where I can feel his heart beat.

Except last night, Maverick insisted that I sleep at Abby’s place. He said he wanted to surprise me for our six month “anniversary.”

Surprise me withwhat, I don’t know.

I drive up to the house and Maverick greets me quickly at my car, stopping me before I can even get out of the driver’s side seat.

“Wait,” he says.

“Wait?” I laugh, trying to step out of the car. “Wait on what? You said you’d finally tell me what you’ve been up to when I got here tonight.”

“And I’m going to,” he says, fishing a piece of black cloth from his pocket. “But first I need to blindfold you.”

“I figured that kinky sex would be on the menu tonight,” I grin. “But I didn’t realize we’d be doing that first.”

He shakes his head.

“Don’t give me ideas,” he says darkly. “No – I’m blindfolding you so I don’t ruin the surprise.”

“What is the surprise?” I ask, looking up to the house. “Is it out here somewhere?”

Mav ignores me, bringing the cloth to my eyes and then tying it behind my head. I feel his hand on mine, pulling me out of the car and shutting the door. Then he’s picking me up off the ground, cradling me in his arms as he walks us to the side somewhere. I feel no stairs beneath us, telling me that we’re not going into the house but staying on the grounds.

What is his plan?

“I know how much you like watching the sunset out here,” Maverick says. “So I thought this would be the best time and place. I’m glad you were on time; the angle is perfect right now. Sparkling off the water. Just like you like it.”

I pretend to look out to the sunset, the blindfold still over my eyes.

“It’s beautiful!” I exclaim. “The best one yet! It’s soo wonderful of you to let me watch the sunset!”

“Very funny,” he growls. “Keep it up. Maybe I’ll leave this blindfold on you all night long. Would be a shame to have to spank you in here instead of what I had planned.”

“In here?” I repeat in confusion. “In where?”

I feel the ground beneath us change, Mav’s boots stepping off of the uneven grass and onto something flat, the surface sounding solid beneath his boots. But even while the surface beneath us sounds solid, I feel us rock gentle to the side, as though on a boat.

He lets me down, guiding me to a chair.

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