Page 10 of Her Grumpy Cowboy
He returns a few minutes later with a warm washcloth and slowly cleans me up.When he’s done, he helps me into one of his shirts.
It’s so long that it hangs midthigh on me.It’s snug in the chest though, drawing attention to my tits.I can see the way he keeps looking at them as he finishes the last two buttons.A small part of me hopes that he’ll rip the shirt back open only to feast on me again.
Instead, he dresses himself and leads me into the kitchen.He makes us a dinner of scrambled eggs and biscuits.I try to help but each time he just picks me up and sits me back on the counter.I try to shimmy off one more time and he scowls.“Keep it up and you’ll get this spatula against those pretty little ass cheeks before the night is over.”
The idea has me squirming on the counter.I like the way that Walker’s word is law in his house.If I don’t behave, I know he’ll make me sorry.Why is that so damn hot?
He smirks when he sees me squirming.“You mentioned yoga earlier.How did you get into that?”
It takes me a moment to clear the mental image of Walker bending me over this kitchen counter and turning my ass pink.I bet he’d make me count each stroke.He’s that kind of cowboy.I clear my throat and try to focus on the question he asked.“After the car accident, I was anxious and tense all the time.My roommate invited me to her yoga class, and it was like my mind was quiet for the first time in months.It felt so good that I craved more of it.I’d like to start a studio but…”
He pauses to check on the biscuits in the oven before turning to me.“But what?”
I shrug and mumble, “It’s kind of expensive.”
That’s only half the story though.My dad wouldn’t approve.He’d probably accuse me of making him the laughingstock of Courage County.He’s already mad enough all the time.I don’t want to make it worse, but I don’t know how to make him happy either.Sometimes, I wish he had a different daughter.One who understands what he wants and knows how to be that.
“There are always small business loans and crowdfunding.I think if you have a dream you owe it to yourself to see where it leads,” Walker says softly.His tone is gentle and not condescending the way some people get when they start talking about working for your dreams.
I shrug again and swing my feet.My bright pink toenail polish is chipped today.
“You could do it.I believe in you.”His words have me glancing up to search his face.But there’s only sincerity on it.
I swallow around the lump in my throat.I don’t think anyone has ever had faith in me, and I’m surprised by how much I want to hug him.
The kitchen timer dings before I can go for it, and he pulls the biscuits from the oven.We don’t say anything else as he finishes putting the meal together.But I keep replaying those words in my head, keep holding them close and savoring them.You could do it.I believe in you.
7
Walker
My girl has been starvedfor affection.I saw it the moment I told her I believe in her.It hurts my heart that she’s been walking through life thinking that no one believes in her.That no one sees what a strong, capable woman she is.
Why is it those who shine on the darkest nights never recognize their own light?Because that’s what she is.She’s beautiful illumination.I didn’t even realize I was sitting in darkness until I touched her.Now I know because of the brilliance she shines out and if she doesn’t see that within her, then I’ll be her mirror from this day forward.
Sliding the food onto the table, I turn back to the counter and pick her up again.I want to spend the rest of my days doing this, just carrying her from one place to another.The feeling of her in my arms makes everything right.
I settle her in the chair next to mine, sitting so close our arms brush.I’ve never been one much for companionship.Never even wanted to stay with a woman through the night.But with Jenna, it’s different.Everything is different with her.
We chat through dinner and I keep the conversation light.I don’t want that sad expression to come back to her face again.When she’s with me, she should only experience happiness and joy and limitless orgasms.
When the meal is finished, she stands and winces.She quickly tries to hide it from me but it’s too late.I’ve seen it.
“You’re in pain.”I knew I was rough with her.I should have been gentler.I don’t ever want to be the reason she hurts, physically or emotionally.
“I’m fine.”
She tries to gather the plates, but I put my hands over hers, stilling her motions.“No, you’re not and when you’re hurting, I soothe you.Now, show me where.”
She blushes, that pink color stealing across her cheeks and down her neck.“It’s just a dull pain, kind of like period cramps.”
I swing into my arms again and carry her to my bedroom.Gently, I set her on the bed before going to grab a bottle of pain relievers and a glass of water.Once she’s had them, I return with a heating pad and join her.
Pulling her into my arms, we settle against the headboard with the heating pad over her stomach and pelvic area.She leans her head back against my bare chest and makes that adorable purring noise again.“Now what?”
I hand her the remote for the TV across the room.“Now, we stream something.”
She opens the app and starts one of those cozy mystery movies from the women’s channel.That’s what we do for the rest of the night.We watch mysteries and try to guess the murderer before the other one can.
