Page 35 of Rough Ride with the Grumpy Cowboy
If someone told me that I’d be having sex with Zane less than seventy-two hours after I landed in Wrangler Creek, I would have laughed in their face and called them crazy, yet here I am, with him balls deep inside me.
Maybe I am the crazy one.
But if crazy feels this good, then I proudly embrace the title.
“You with me?” Zane asks breathlessly, pinching my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, making me cry out.
“Yes!” I scream.
That otherworldly orgasm we’ve been chasing takes control, and before I know it, I’m falling and taking Zane with me.
He roars as he empties himself in me while I bite his shoulder as my climax takes control of my body. Once he’s done, he drops himself on top of me, and I savor the feeling of his weight on me. We don’t say anything—it’s not the time or place—we just lay still, wrapped in each other’s arms, basking in this moment.
After a few minutes, Zane lifts himself off me, pulls out, and just when I think he’s going to kick me out, he bends over and picks me up, carrying me to the bathroom. It looks like he’s not done with me yet, which is good, as I’m not done with him either.
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ZANE
A sigh of relief escapes my lips as I submerge myself fully into the tub, leaving only my head out, my back pain and sore muscles thanking me for the instant relief. I had one this morning—I usually take one a day, but I’ve been a wound-up mess for three weeks, and it’s all because of a certain songbird who won’t quit invading my thoughts, so I’ve resorted to two a day. At least she stopped sneaking into my bed. That’s a good thing, right? It’s exactly what I wanted, but I’m not so sure anymore.
I haven’t talked or interacted with Ava since the day I lost Lilly. What happened in my cabin after was unexpected, but by God if it didn’t ruin me. We spent an incredible night together, doing every sinful act under the sun, but the next morning, I woke up alone, her side of the bed cold. Since then, I’ve only caughtglimpses of her around the ranch, but she’s made sure to steer clear of me.
She doesn’t even sleepwalk into my bed anymore—something I was averse to but I’m now craving.
What did you do to me, Miss Diva?!
My overthinking causes me to surpass my usual fifteen minutes. When I start losing feeling in my legs, I realize that it’s time to leave the tub before I get frostbite.
After a cold shower, I get dressed and wander into my kitchen to find something to eat. The fridge is always fully stocked for me, and all my meals are delivered here from the main house, but nothing seems appetizing tonight.
She can’t have such a severe effect on me that she’s taking my appetite away as well, can she? I should be focused on my work, dammit. I have an order of two Mustangs that I need to concentrate on and a million other responsibilities, like the upcoming PBR bull riding season that I’m thinking of signing up for. Instead, she’s on my mind all the time when she shouldn’t be.
“Fuck,” I grunt as I slam the fridge door closed in frustration.
That’s it! I need to see her before I drive myself crazy.
My mind made up, I shrug on a hoodie and leave my cabin, headed for the main house. My timing is perfect as I walk in on the whole family, including Ava, having dinner.
The room falls silent at the sight of me, but I don’t care about them as my gaze lands on her. Her eyes are wide, shocked to see me as well, but she turns away too fast for my liking when she finds me looking at her.
Get a grip, Zane. You’re not here to ogle! I quickly think of an excuse as to why I’m here since everyone is staring at me questioningly.
“I ran out of beer,” I explain, heading for the fridge in the corner and grabbing a whole case.
Since I have what I want, the plausible next step would be to walk back out, but I can’t leave yet—I want to spend more time here and see Ava for a bit longer.
“Why don’t you join us for dinner before you head back?” my father invites, giving me the perfect excuse to stay.
“I shouldn’t,” I resist, just to ensure it doesn’t seem like I’m giving in too fast.
“Sit,” he asserts, giving me exactly what I want.
There are multiple empty seats, but I pick the one next to Ava even though she looks panicked at the sight of me. I hear her breath hitch when our shoulders rub against each other. Just to tease her a bit further, I lean in closer and watch as her hands tighten around her fork.
“Pass the pasta bowl, please,” I request, having to hold myself back from cackling at her reaction toward me.
She does so, and I take it, making sure my hand brushes against hers. She tries to act unaffected, but I don’t miss the slight pink tint on her cheeks and earlobes when we make contact.
