Page 10 of My Cowboy Date
“I don’t want you to jerk me off or give me a blow job. I want to fuck you, deep inside you, but not until after all your reservations are dealt with and you’re ready to give yourself to me without fear of what could happen in the future.”
“Wilder—”
“Goodnight, honey. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I stay by the window long after his truck is gone. My body is satisfied but my mind and my heart are in a war battling over what I should do and feel versus what I’m afraid to acknowledge.
Chapter 5
Aspen
I’ve been at work for nearly four hours but I’m finding it difficult to think about anything except what happened between me and Wilder last night. I haven’t seen him yet today and I’m feeling nervous and uncertain.
I wish…hell, I don’t know what I wish. Every time I’d closed my eyes and tried to sleep, I’d recalled his face between my legs and him tongue-fucking me. Thinking about that makes me get wet. I pick up a piece of paper and fan myself with it but it’s not helping because this heat can only be cooled by one thing. Or one person rather. No surprise who that might be.
My phone rings and happy for something to distract myself with other than thoughts of Wilder, I answer, delighted to see it’s my sister calling.
“Did you see that comment on your post?” Arizona asks as soon as I answer. She sounds outraged.
“Uh oh. What comment?”
“The one on the picture of you by the flowers.”
“No.” I quickly pull up my social media to check the photo I posted this morning. Underneath it, Peter the cheater had written “Tomorrow is the annual meeting and dancefor the Texas Central Rancher’s Association where I’ll give a presentation for the new cattle tagging system I created.”
“You created that tagging system,” Arizona says hotly. “I remember how long you worked on it and how you said you wanted to make it free for ranchers to use so it could help them.”
“It’s just like him to take credit for something I did and try to benefit financially from it.” In the past because I was too blind to see what kind of man my ex truly was, I would have glossed over him stealing what I created. But not anymore.
“Why is he even looking at your social media?”
“I don’t know, but I’m going to that meeting and I’m going to take back what he stole,” I say.
“It’s only for ranch owners and you have to have registered months ago to attend,” she says. “Flint didn’t do that this year.”
“Well ask him if any of his brothers did.”
I hear her speaking to her new husband and then he gets on the phone. “Everything was so hectic at the ranch and due to everything I was handling at the time, I asked Wilder to put his name down.”
“I need to be there,” I say, thinking out loud.
“Then tell my brother to take you. Something tells me he’d jump at the chance,” Flint says with a laugh.
Arizona gets back on the phone and reiterates what her husband said.
“I’m going to talk to Wilder about this,” I say and we make plans to run errands together tonight, then I tell her goodbye and get up to check out the window. I don’t see Wilder or any of his brothers. This is too important to me to wait until one of them comes strolling in later today.
Switching my heels for a pair of sneakers I brought with me, I head outside toward the barn.
A blonde woman is standing by the door gesturing wildly to River.
They fall silent when I approach, then she smiles brightly and greets me. “I’m Courtney, River’s brilliant best friend.”
I start to introduce myself, but she stops me. “Since your sister’s wedding, everyone knows who you are. She broke a lot of hearts when she married Flint.”
“You snooze, you lose,” I quip. “They shoulda put a rope on it.”
She laughs.
