Page 34 of A Cowboy Sugar Cookie Kiss
Chapter Eight
MAGGIE
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“OOPS, YOU DID IT AGAIN,” my sister hums, pouring coffee into a Christmas-themed mug. It’s too early for her bubbly personality. Or her bright green, red, and white striped pyjamas.
“Shut it.” I throw a blueberry at her. For someone who can’t bake, my sister makes killer flapjacks.
But, I did do it again. Or more like, I did hunky cowboy Cole Gray again. In the back seat of his pickup truck. In the parking lot of a kid friendly lodge.
“Wipe that disgusted look away.” The blueberry hits my forehead. “Don’t let regret fog the amazing hookup you had.”
“Ouch.” I rub my skin, but it doesn’t hurt. “I don’t regret it. But we did it in his truck, in the parking lot.” Hums of pleasure gush through my body.
“In the back of a truck is hot. And that look is much better.” My sister leans her elbows on the counter and cradles her mug. Steam curls off the top. “The look of satisfaction.” She mimics my look.
“I heard plenty of your satisfaction last night. Again. The walls are paper thin.”
Sadie moans. “I told you there were single cowboys here. And last night—” Another moan. “Burning calories, sister.”
“Is he still in there?”
“No. Never let them spend the night. Kick their asses out after a short snuggle. It’s a one-night stand not an invite to marriage.”
I understand the concept. Not that I’ve had a lot of one-night stands. Two to be exact. The first one last year in the prize room and last night’s bucket list. The difference between me and my sister is I wanted to invite Cole back to my room. I wanted to cuddle and fall asleep after another round of lovemaking. I wanted to wake up with his arms wrapped around me. Apparently, I’m not good at this whole one-night stand business.
“Give me all the details of Cowboy Cole.”
“No.” I carry my plate to the sink. It’s bad enough she could tell we hooked up just by the look on my face this morning.
“He must be a shag-master if he’s slipped into your pants twice. In just as many encounters.”
“Has it ever occurred to you, that I’m the shag-master?”
My sister laughs. Full-throttle, snorting, shoulder shaking laughter. “I would bet my life that he’s been your only lay in the last two years — no, wait, five years.”
I glare at her. “I have places to be.”
Sadie steps in my path. “Are you two planning another sex session? Or was it a onetime thing? Or like a yearly thing? You hook up every Christmas.” She stares heavenward. “That sounds perfect.”
“Does it?”
“What do you want? A proposal? Marriage? Kids?” She looks horrified. Not that long ago that had been the direction I thought my relationship was headed. And I’d been happy. Now, the idea terrifies me.
“I don’t know. One day, I think so. Don’t you want what our parents had?”
Her smile drops. “I don’t want to get in a car accident and leave my kids alone to face a hard world by themselves.”
I sigh, feeling her pain to my soul. Knowing exactly what it was like to lose our parents when we were both under ten.
“We weren’t alone, Sadie. Grams was there.”
“It’s not the same. I’m not doing that. So, no, I don’t want what our parents have.”
