Page 2 of Rough Ride with the Grumpy Cowboy
“You were amazing, Ava. Definitely lived up to being Miss Diva,” he compliments with a thick Southern drawl, his accent thicker than mine, making parts of me react to him.
“You watched me?” I ask, knowing he’s not a huge fan of pop songs.
This man right here is a typical cowboy through and through, including his music tastes.
“How could I not when I had the best seat in the house?”
His words make me blush harder, so I decide to switch topics before I melt to the floor. “Where are my mom and Ella?” I inquire, surprised that they’re not all over me.
“They already left for the after-party, and I was tasked with being your chauffeur to the hotel,” he explains.
Yes! Alone time with Zane—count me in.
“Sounds like a plan. Let me get changed really quick,” I request.
He nods at me, and I quickly detach myself from him to take a quick shower and change into more comfortable clothes.
On the way out, I run into a couple of my fans, so I take time to sign a few autographs and take pictures with them. After I’m done, Zane and I are escorted to his car by security, and I’m all smiles the whole time.
As happy as I am to have him here with me, I’m also incredibly happy about tonight’s success. I love making music, I love my fans, and I’m glad that Ava Noa was finally able to have her big moment on stage—one that will hopefully propel her to an incredible music career.
Speaking of careers... How could I be so selfish?
“How was your competition today?” I ask Zane.
“I won,” he beams at me.
Zane is a professional bull rider, currently ranked eighth-best in the world, but after today’s win, his ranking must have gone higher.
“And?” I prompt him.
“I now rank third in the world and will be competing for the world title next week,” he explains.
“That’s amazing. I’m very proud of you, Zane,” I praise.
“Thank you.”
I lean over the center console and kiss his cheek. I mean it to be an innocent congratulatory peck, but it somehow elevates the tension in the car to something electric. Zane stills, his dark molten eyes meeting my fiery green ones.
He doesn’t need to say the words; his eyes speak volumes, giving me the answer that I need.
“Fuck it,” he groans before he turns off the car, undoes his seatbelt, and leans over, slamming his lips against mine.
The moment our lips meet, I’m done for. His lips are soft, molding against my own perfectly. His tongue crashes fiercely against mine, his cologne giving me a heady feeling so that all my senses are completely filled by him.
He unfastens my seatbelt as well, his hand automatically going to my bare thighs since my skirt has ridden up, exposing me completely. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me, kissing him harder.
This is everything I imagined my first kiss with Zane to be and so much more.
He’s such a good kisser that I find myself wanting more. I cup his face and deepen the kiss further so it’s like we’re both trying to swallow each other whole. I’ve never been kissed like this before, but I like it very much.
I feel Zane try to pull away, but I hold on tighter. Eventually he manages to pry me off and get me to look into his eyes.
“More,” I beg, feeling more turned on than I’ve ever felt in my life.
“Baby, wait. I really want this too, but I don’t want to fuck you in a rental car,” he expresses, looking at me with hooded eyes.
He’s horny too; he wants me as much as I want him, but he’s holding back.
