Page 5 of Her Grumpy Cowboy
I stare at my house,feeling pride when she calls it pretty.She makes it sound almost as if she wants to live here with me.The idea appeals to me more than she’ll ever know.I imagine filling the house with our babies.We’d have half a dozen or more because I’d breed her every chance I get.
“It’d be prettier if I had someone to come home to.”
Someone like you.
Jenna unbuckles her seatbelt and the next thing I know she’s crawling into my lap.My hands slip around her thick hips, and she plants a knee on either side of my thighs.It’s a tight fit in the cab of this truck which is fine by me since her pretty little tits are pressed right up against my chest.
When she settles right over my straining dick, I swear this is heaven.I haven’t taken a stitch of clothing off of her and it’s still so damn sexy.
“Jenna.”I meant to put a warning in my tone, to let her know that she’s only one second away from being devoured by this insatiable cowboy.But instead, my voice comes out strangled.She has to know I’m on the edge, and the thing about it is that I don’t care about going over.Not if she’s the reason that I do.
“Kiss me,” she breathes the words out softly, like a prayer she’s afraid won’t be heard.But I’ll always be the one to listen to her.It made me feel sick when she talked about being worried that her father would be disappointed she survived.
What kind of man lets his daughter grow up feeling anything less than treasured and adored?If Jenna were with me, I’d never let her doubt it for a second.She’d know every minute of every day just how much I cherish her.
Since I’m not the kind of cowboy that’s good at talking, I’ll have to show her what I’m feeling.I cup her face in my hand.Her skin is so delicate and soft.Her plump lips part and her cheeks pinken.In this moment, I’m suddenly sure of one thing: this woman is mine.
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Jenna
Walker cupsmy face in his hand.Even the slightest touch from him has me shivering.He’s so big and strong and yet he’s being so gentle with me.Like I’m worth treasuring, and I want to believe that I am.I want to see myself through his eyes.
He leans forward and puts his lips against mine.The kiss is soft and exploratory.He’s gentle and tentative, taking his time.At least, he is until I moan.
Then he’s plundering me, taking what he wants as he deepens the kiss.His tongue strokes mine and his hands slide from my hips to my ass.He cups my globes and growls something in the back of his throat.It sounds like he called me his and I love the idea of belonging to this grumpy cowboy.
I press myself into his chest because I can’t get close enough to him.I need to feel every inch of this man, holding me, kissing me, possessing me.
He’s finally the one who pulls away long enough to let me drag in a few strangled breaths.Who cares about oxygen when your cowboy can kiss like that?
I call his name as I rock against his ridge, desperately needing friction.The place between my thighs is throbbing so badly and my panties are so damp.It wouldn’t take much to get me off at this point.
“I’ll take care of that ache.”He reaches for the seat lever.As soon as he’s reclining, I lean forward to press kisses to the warm skin of his neck.He smells like fresh air, sunshine, and that special musk that only cowboys have.
He pops the button of my jeans open and manages to wiggle his fingers into my panties.The first swipe of his thick digit between my swollen folds nearly has me collapsing from relief.This is exactly what my body needed—Walker’s touch.
“You’re going to come for me like a good girl,” he demands.His brown gaze is so dark, it’s almost black and the intensity in it steals my breath away.
“Yes,” I promise on a shaky inhale.
His finger finds my channel as his thumb strokes my clit.He’s just the right amount of gentle and rough.Gentle as he stretches my channel but rough as he caresses my aching nub.My eyelids flutter closed as I give myself over to the sensations he’s creating.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he gasps.“Have you been saving this cherry?”
My cheeks flame at the same time I moan.His crass words are somehow such a turn on.I never would have guessed that I’m the type of woman who likes dirty talk.But maybe that’s because it’s from Walker, this hot cowboy who makes my body come alive.
“Answer the question.”He stills his motions.
I whimper at the loss of friction, and it takes me a moment to remember his question.“Yes.”
“For who?”There’s a possessive glint in his gaze and something about it makes me feel owned.I’d like to be owned by Walker, to belong to him and only him.
I wait a beat, not sure if I should tell him this.I’ve turned down three dates this summer already.Each time, it was because I couldn’t get the idea of his chocolate gaze out of my head, couldn’t stop thinking how it would feel to have him running his hands over me.
“Who?”He practically growls the word.
“You.”It’s a whispered confession and I study his face, wondering how he’s going to react to this news that I’ve wanted him for months.If he doesn’t feel the same way, then I’ve just made a fool of myself.
