Page 26 of His Big Hometown Cowboy
He wasn’t just changing locations. He was rebuilding his life.
With me.
“I waited four years just to get you back here,” I said softly, catching his hand, linking our fingers. “I’ll give you anything and everything you want. As long as you’re by my side.”
His answering kiss was slow, deep. When we broke apart, he rested his forehead against mine. “Take me back to the creek?” His voice a low murmur. “Our creek.”
I knew exactly what he meant. “Now?”
He nodded, his eyes holding mine. “Want to finish what we started yesterday?”
The afternoon sun slanted lower,casting long shadows by the time we reached the familiar bend in Brogan Creek. The flat rock waited, sun-warmed. Our spot.
Timmy walked to the water’s edge, turning back to me with that wicked grin. “No helpful horse this time.”
“Guess I’ll have to jump in myself.”
“Or…” He lunged, planting his hands flat on my chest and shoving with surprising force. I braced instinctively, barely shifting my weight. He might as well have tried to push over one of the ranch trucks. He stumbled back a step, eyes wide. “Damn. Okay, mister immovable muscle man.”
I chuckled, crossing my arms. “You really thought that would work?”
“Hey, a guy can dream!” His eyes danced with mischief. He tugged his t-shirt over his head, tossing it onto the grass. “Guess I’ll just have to convince you to come in willingly.”
“Don’t think it’ll take much convincing.” I started taking off my shirt. “Unless you want to go first?”
He grinned, already working the button on his jeans. “Race you.”
I watched him strip with a carefree lack of self-consciousness, the sunlight gilding his lean frame. Shirt, jeans, briefs–discarded onto the grassy bank.
My clothes followed, landing in a heap beside his.
“Like the view?” he asked, echoing my words from the morning as his gaze swept over me.
“Always.” I stepped toward the water’s edge.
He waded in, shivering slightly as the cold hit his skin. “Haven’t changed your mind?” I asked, following him into the deeper water until the creek swirled around my waist.
“About you?” He reached for me, his hands finding my shoulders, sliding down my bare skin. “Never.”
His fingers traced the lines of my chest, then met mine as I reached for him. The cool creek water surrounded our naked bodies.I backed him gently against a smooth rock at the creek bank, pressing my body against his. I kissed him again, deeper this time, one hand sliding down his slick skin, finding him hard and ready.
He wrapped his legs around my waist, and I lifted him easily, the water helping to support his weight. His gasp was sharp against my ear.
“Here?” he breathed. “Can we?”
“We can try.” I positioned myself, moving slowly, carefully. He hissed, tensing.
“Too much?” I started to pull back.
“No.” He shifted, finding a better angle, and slid down onto me with a choked cry that was pure pleasure. “God, yes. Like that.”
The sensation was electric. His tight heat enveloping me, the cool water swirling around our joined bodies, the dappled sunlight filtering through the cottonwood leaves above.
I braced myself against the rock, holding him steady as he began to move, setting the rhythm.
“Fuck, Timmy,” I groaned, watching his face, lost in sensation. “Feels… different out here.”
“Better,” he gasped, tightening around me.
