Page 20 of Possessive Cowboy

It’s not like I didn’t know Raina was too good for a guy like me. I’ve known that since the moment I laid eyes on her. But it’s only now, in this moment, with these bags in my hands that I’m realizing just how out of my league this woman might be.

She’s the one? How can she be The One when nothing about this match makes a damn bit of sense? If this is fate, it’s fate playing a prank on me.

“I’m sorry,” Raina says again. She tries to tug the bags out of my hands but I hold onto them absentmindedly, frowning down at her. “Abby tried to warn me…said this might not be a great idea…I did too, thought it might make me seem desperate. I should have listened to my gut.”

“Wait,” I say slowly. “Desperate? You think bringing this stuff over makes you seem desperate?”

“Doesn’t it?” she asks.

“How would it make you look desperate?” I ask.

“Because,” she shrugs. “This is the kind of thing a long term girlfriend might do. Or a wife. I don’t even know you, I don’t live here, I…I guess I’m coming on a little strong.”

All of my inner turmoil melts away as I listen to her speak. Suddenly I’m focused on her again, solely her, realizing that once again, she’s worried about how she’s coming across to me. That strong confidence that I see shine through her is wavering.

She’s uncertain of herself yet again, which is ridiculous. Because she should be absolutely, positively sure of one thing – that I am fucking crazy about her. Her and only her. The only woman for me.

“You’re right,” I say quietly. “Thisisstuff a wife might do for a man. And you know what? I like it.”

“You don’t seem to,” she says.

“I like the idea of you playing housewife tonight,” I say. “Especially if you wear one of those sexy little aprons. But I don’t love the idea of you cleaning my house. You’re not my maid, you’re my…”

My what? My girlfriend? No. That word doesn’t feel right. It feels too casual, too juvenile, not enough to convey the depth of what I’m feeling for her.

“You’re my woman,” I finish.

“Your woman,” she repeats, smiling a little. “That sounds kind of…possessive.”

“Not kind of,” I say. “It’s absolutely possessive. How many times am I going to have to show you that before it sinks in?”

“Not sure,” she says. “I really like when you show me…it’s so much fun, I might have to pretend to forget so that you don’t forget to show me.”

I put the bags on the ground and step to her, embracing her again. No furious kisses this time; I just hold her to my chest, smoothing the hair down her back.

She has no idea. No fucking clue. If she did, she’d know that I have no intention of ever forgetting. As long as she belongs to me, she’ll know.

“Well if it’s not too desperate…” Raina says against my chest. “I’d like to get inside quickly. I need to get the chicken in the oven in an hour, and I wasn’t kidding when I said the ice cream is going to melt.”

I don’t want to let her go. I want her. My cock is throbbing with need right now, and her soft body feels so good against mine.

But I release her and pick the bags up.

“If you’re going to do wife stuff for me,” I say slowly. “You’re going to have to let me do husband stuff for you. That way we’re breaking even.”

“I’m not keeping score,” Raina laughs. “But fine. Feel free. What kind of ‘husband stuff’ did you have in mind though?”

“You’ll know when I show you,” I say confidently, already forming the plan in my mind.

Epilogue

Raina

It’s only beensix months since I met Mav, but I feel like I’ve known him for much longer.

Getting him to open up to me hasn’t been easy. Maverick is the kind of man who’d rather use actions than words. He doesn’t talk about his feelings – not unless I make him. And whenever we fight, he’d prefer to work things out in the bedroom, naked body to naked body, over talking things out.

Truth be told, I kind of like his way of working things out, too.

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