Page 41 of The First Day of Breeding Season
“I like it, too. I want to take care of you. But you’re so little.”
“Are you afraid that you might be too big for me?” I ask.
Now his laugh is genuine, and his expression softens. “No. I may not have wanted to try fucking anyone recently, but I do watch porn sometimes. Not a lot. Usually I just fuck my hand and imagine a cowgirl with honey blonde hair and an ass that won’t quit.”
“Stop it.” But I don’t mean that. My heart is galloping again.
“I’m not lying.”
I know he’s not.
“I think we were meant to be,” I whisper.
He cups my face in his hand. “I know we were.”
His lips cover mine, strong and confident, and his tongue swallows everything else I want to say next.I love you. I need you. Promise me you mean that because I think you’re my soulmate for real.
When he finally pulls away, his thumb brushes my kiss-swollen lips. “I’m not going to pretend that I don’t want to stay here all day, kissing you in the warm sun, but…”
“—but we need to do some work,” I say, finishing the thought. “I know. Teach me your ways, cowboy.”
“You’re going to teach me a few things, too.”
I press my lips to those little crinkles at the corners of his eyes.
“I really love it when you smile,” I whisper against his skin.
“Fuck.” He moans and drags my hand to his cock, which is thickeningagain. “Don’t tell anyone how easy I am for a compliment, apparently.”
“Our secret.” I shiver against him, even though the sun is plenty warm.
“I’m going to find your clothes and dress you now.”
“Okay, Daddy.”
He laughs and groans and rolls away.
Somehow, we manage to get dressed and get back to work. We actually get a ton done when we return to the pasture with a focused purpose. Drew takes a head count while I make notes, tracking which cows are showing signs of heat.
“Only three so far,” he observes before nodding to Ten Gallon. “Though our boy there seems pretty eager.”
As if on cue, Ten Gallons mounts one of the cows with zero preamble. The whole thing is over in seconds—literally seconds—and I feel unexpected heat flood my face so fast I might spontaneously combust at the reminder of Drew worrying he might go off quickly, but he didn’t. Not really.
And I know in my bones he wouldn’t when he’s inside me, too. But it would be okay if he did.
Brynn Hughes, this is not the time to think about that!
“You’re real pretty when you blush, you know that?” Drew’s voice is low and amused as he comes to stand beside me, shooting me a sideways look that promises he can read my thoughts.
God, the way he looks at me should be bottled and studied. He makes me feel precious and desired andhis. And also, bold in a way I’ve never been before, words tumbling out before my brain can catch up.
“You can mount me any time you want.”
The silence that follows is approximately seventeen years long.
“Oh my God.” I press both hands to my flaming cheeks. “Never mind. Ignore that I said that. Please. I’m begging you. It was hotter in my head.”
Drew just nods, as if we’re still talking about the herd. As if this is a normal rancher conversation. “Good to know you think that’s hot. Maybe you’re going into heat, too.”
