Page 36 of Roped in Chaos
“Tell. Me. What. Happened,” he grits out. I’ve never seen the man so angry. I need to diffuse this situation, like now.
“Hey hey—” I’m the one to move forward now. I place my hand on his cheek, and he leans into it. I guide him down so our foreheads are touching.
“I’m okay right now,” I made sure to include right now since it’s not technically lying. I don’t want to worry him. I bring my lips to his and kiss him. I kiss him deep and hard and let all of my feelings transfer to him. He feels it because he kisses me back with the same passion.
“I’m okay right now,” I say again for clarification. We separate, but our bodies remain close.
We both zone out for a moment, enjoying the moment of quiet. Asher is the first to break the tension bubble that was building.
“Oh yeah, next weekend there’s a roping. I was wondering if you’d be my date?” He wiggles his eyebrows, and I can’t help but laugh at him. He really knows how to turn my mood around.
“I’ll bring both of the horses so you can mess around, and I’m going to rope with a friend so you can watch if you want. It’ll be overnight, but it should be fun.”
“Oh my god, yeah! That sounds so fun! But also, what’s a roping?”
He laughs, but I’m really not joking. I have no fucking clue what is it.
“Exactly as it sounds. We rope cattle and compete to see who can do it faster.”
“Okay! Yeah, I’m totally down.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah for sure!”
“Okay, it’s a date then,” he says with a smile. He leans down, so his mouth is grazing the shell of my ear as he whispers the next part, “maybe I’ll even show you my roping skills up close and personal. Tie you up and fuck you real deep and slow, pop that little cherry of yours.”
He leans down to kiss me again, and I can’t breathe. My heart is hammering with a mix of excitement and sadness as our lips collide. This will probably be our last date before I have to leave. And this may also be when I lose my virginity. Fuck, this is going to hurt.
Chapter29
Like a Rodeo
Asher
She looks perfect in my passenger seat. Her feet are up on the seat, her back is leaning against the door. The sun is setting behind her, basking her in an orange glow. I can see why they call it the golden hour. Her lips are painted red, and fuck, that color would look good as a ring around my cock.
She brought a book with her, probably some other romance. She seems to really enjoy these, and her facial expressions make me laugh. Plus, I have to admit that I like to hear what’s happening.
We’re on the way to the roping, we have the horses loaded up in the trailer, and she hasn’t shut up about it since I asked her to go. We’ve been content with just background music and the sound the truck makes down the road, opting to not have much of a conversation. We haven’t talked any more about what happened the other day, although I know something was bothering her. I know something happened on her phone. I just wish she would tell me what’s up. She’ll tell me when she’s ready. At least, I hope she will.
As I go to take a sip of my water, she blurts out, “When you jack off, do you moan out loud?”
Water spews out of my nose as I choke on it.
“Do I do what?” I cough. This woman is going to be the death of me.
“Do you moan out loud when you jack off?”
“Uh, can I ask why?”
“This guy in this book is. I’m just curious if it’s fiction or if it’s real.” I can’t help but laugh at her. She is so naïve about some stuff, I can’t help but give her a hard time.
“Was our little session not enough of an indicator?”
“Well I know you moaned then, but I didn’t know if that was for show.”
My brows shoot up. “Every fucking minute of that was real, first of all. Second, yes, I tend to be very vocal when I come.” Her face turns red at my confession.
