Page 6 of Possessive Cowboy

When we’re done, I fall back limply against the sheets, breathing heavily. My eyes are closed but I open them when I feel Maverick’s fingers brushing against my forehead. He’s sweeping my hair out of my face.

Such a gentle gesture from a large, rough man.

“That was unexpected,” he says.

“What was?” I ask.

“You’ve got an inner freak,” he says. “I didn’t expect that. When I saw you at the bar you seemed so…”

He hesitates and my mind fills in the blanks for him. What is he going to say?

Dull? Mousy? Plain? Nerdy?

All of those and more, I heard from my ex boyfriend on a regular basis when he would put me down. When he broke up with me, he cited my lack of adventurous spirit as a reason for moving on. I guess being a homebody who’d rather drink cocoa and read novels on a Saturday night wasn;’t enough excitement for him.

Maverick is probably the same.

“I seemed so what?” I ask.

“...Innocent,” he completes the sentence.

“Oh,” I say.

Huh. That’s not as bad as nerdy, I guess. Or mousy. But what’s it mean, to “look” innocent? Like I don’t know what I’m doing when it comes to sex? Like I wouldn’t know how to make him feel good?

“Don’t overthink it,” Maverick says in a low voice. He’s leaning over me, his fingers still playing with my hair. “I like it. Feels like I’m corrupting you. Teaching you new things.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

What would Bridget do right now?I wonder.

“Well,” I say, reaching a hand out to unbutton his shirt. “You said you have the hotel room all night. What else can you teach me before the sun rises, cowboy?”

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Maverick

I haven’t gonefour rounds in one night since I was a teenager. That kind of stamina left me a long time ago, especially with the added physical labor of working on the ranch.

But Bridget had me under her spell last night, something I still can’t get my fucking head wrapped around.

She’s like this beautiful angel. A beautiful angel who isn’t afraid to get freaky in bed. Last night I told her to let go and to my surprise she did. All the shyness and insecurity melted away last night with every orgasm until eventually she was just this…goddess.

This amazing, confident goddess.

The sun is soaking through the hotel curtains and even though I don’t want to, I open my eyes, prepared to say goodbye to Bridget and head back to the ranch where a whole lot of work is waiting for me.

There’s just one problem with this: when I open my eyes, Bridget is nowhere to be seen.

Fuck. What the hell?

I stand and walk to the bathroom. Maybe she’s in there freshening up, brushing her hair or something.

But no.

I walk the length of the little hotel room twice, even checking in the coat closet for some damned reason.

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