Page 34 of Rough Ride with the Grumpy Cowboy
He shakes his head, cutting me off. “You should go in and get some rest. I am going to do the same.”
“Zane...”
“I’m sure Lilly appreciated you being there for her in her last moments. I do too,” he says as we get to the door of his cabin.
I guess that’s as much of a thank you as I’m going to get from him. He turns to me, tips his hat at me, and walks in, closing the door behind him. At least he hasn’t slammed it this time.
I’m about to walk away when I realize that I didn’t give him his gift—the reason I was looking for him in the first place. I have two options: I can leave and give it to him another day, or follow him in and do so now. I want to get this over and done with, so I open his door and let myself in.
I hear movement in the bedroom, so I track him there. He’s seated on the bed, shirt and shoes off, jeans unbuckled as he sits on the bed, hands supporting his head as he stares off into the distance.
He looks so broken and downcast that I want to pull him into my arms and hug his pain away, but I know that will be met with rejection, so I hold back.
I never thought I’d get to see this side of Zane. Even when we were younger, he was always the cool, aloof one. Then things happened and he became cold, grumpy, and emotionally walled off. So getting to see him express an emotion other than anger is unnerving. I hate seeing him hurting like this, especially when there’s nothing I can do about it.
Or is there?
He lifts his head up and meets my eyes, reflecting nothing but anguish. He doesn’t say anything, and I realize that I cannot leave with that image of him stuck in my head.
Before I can talk myself out of it, I drop the gift bag and it clunks onto the floor noisily before bridging the gap between us. I don’t give him a moment to stop me as I crawl onto his lap and kiss him, hoping to take his pain away.
His jaw slacks in shock, and I take the chance to shove my tongue into his mouth and kiss him deeper. His hand finds its way into my hair, and he pulls my head back, his wild eyes gazing into mine.
“What are you doing?” he rasps out.
I shake my head at him, unable to articulate what I’m feeling right now. I just want to take his pain away. My lips find his once more, and I can tell he’s doing his best to resist, but other parts of him are already reacting to me.
I reach between us and grab his hardening manhood over his jeans. He hisses and bites my lower lip, drawing blood. I taste the metallic, tangy fluid on my tongue, but I refuse to stop.
“Ava,” he groans in between kisses.
Ever so slowly, I feel his restraint cave as he kisses me back fervently, reaching for my top to bring it over my head.
“Fuck, I’ve dreamt about these,” he groans when he sees that I’m not wearing a bra underneath.
His words catch me off guard, and before I can question him, he latches onto one of my nipples, tugging with his teeth as his hand plays with my other breast.
A moan makes its way past my lips as I throw my head back, reaching into his jeans to grab his bare manhood. He bucks forward as I pull him out. He fills my hand, and I realize that I might have signed up for more than I can handle.
“Chickening out?” he asks when he notices the falter in my movements.
I shake my head. I put myself in this position, and I’ll be damned if I let it pass, especially with how good it feels and how turned on I am.
“Good,” Zane rasps out as he flips us around on the bed, trapping me under him.
My jeans and his come off next, and so do our underwear, allowing us to be skin to skin. I enclose my legs around his waist and bring him lower, his hard length brushing against my bare thigh.
Using one of his hands, he pushes his weight off me while the other wraps around his cock, bringing it to my entrance. I’m so wet, I’m basically leaking onto the mattress through my ass crack.
“Are you ready?” he asks, aligning himself with my entrance.
I nod, my eyes locked onto his. He lowers his lips onto mine and kisses me just as he slowly starts pushing forward. I’m no virgin, but it’s been a while and Zane is huge, so it’s a bit of an adjustment.
Inch by inch, my walls envelop him until he’s fully buried inside me, our lips attached the whole time. It feels good—full, but oh so good.
“Please move,” I plead with Zane when I feel him hesitate.
As if he was waiting for those two words, he starts pistoning in and out of me in steady movements, gradually increasing speed to a pace that we’re both comfortable with.
