Page 3 of Fallen Cowboy
“Sure thing.” He got up, right at the same time that a little girl came tumbling into the room, her foot catching the leg of a table. Her wails came instantly, and Markus flew out of the kitchen.
I was dumbfounded because never once, in any of our talks, did Markus say he had a kid. And she was a little knock out, though she did get the freckles like her aunt had.
“Uncle Marfus, I hurted my toe.”
“Come here munchkin, let me see.” He picked her up and brought her to the table.
“Uncle?” I questioned.
“Yeah, MaryBeth is Anelise’s daughter.”
“That lanky kid grew up to have a daughter?”
Markus laughed as he rubbed MaryBeth’s toe, who was still sniffling.
“She’s not so lanky. Here, say hi to Troy, MaryBeth, while I get you some juice.”
The little girl looked over at me, and I held my arms out. I didn’t have a lot of experience with kids, but I knew I could make them laugh.
She finally came over, and I started tickling her, causing her to giggle. Markus sat down, about ready to hand her the juice when Anelise appeared in the doorway, her gaze hot on me with her daughter.
My eyes slowly trailed up the skin-tight, jean-clad legs, the black tank top with the thin straps, and up over the cleanest, freshest, prettiest, freckled face. Her hair was pulled up into a ponytail and images of my hand wrapped around it while her mouth was devouring my cock flashed through my mind.
That was not good. And better yet, where the hell did that come from?
Just because the annoying, skinny girl turned into some sexy vixen did not mean I needed to think of sexy moments with her. I didn’t need to think of spreading her wide and pumping into her fast and hard.
Stop it, Troy.
“Well, look who decided to return home. Welcome back, Troy.”
“Thanks, Anelise. It’s nice to be back.”
“I’m sure your mama was glad to have her baby boy back home. She’s done a lot of whining with you being gone so long.”
“Yes, she was. So, this little one is yours?”
“She is. What happened?”
“She came running into the room and caught the leg of the table.”
“MaryBeth, what have I told you about running, young lady,” Anelise scolded, hands on her hips, a firm look in her eyes.
And damn it all to hell, I wanted to see that fire blazing from her screaming my name.
Fucking stop, Troy. She’s your best friend’s sister; he’ll have your balls.
“Sorry, mamas.”
“Is it bleeding? Did you break it? Should I feed it to Rainbow?”
The little girl in my lap giggled again but she shook her black hair that was just like her mom’s.
“Well, okay. Let’s get your juice and you can watch some cartoons. I’m sure Uncle Markus and Troy need to go see the horses.”
Right, I was here to see my best friend, talk shop, learn some more about the horses. Not sit here and gawk and fantasize about his kid sister.
They left to go into the living room while I followed Markus out to the barn, my head still in a jumble.
