Page 11 of Fallen Cowboy
“What are you doing down here?”
I turned around, smiling at Troy.
“Told you, taking a breather.”
“I didn’t mean to make it heavy up there.”
“You didn’t, Troy.” He stopped right in front of me, his fingers coming up to push a strand of hair back. “Do you know I used to wish I was one of the ladies you snuck off with to make out with down here?”
“You were too young.”
“Didn’t mean I didn’t wish.”
“Huh.” I cocked a brow at his one simple word but he just grinned. “The kiss the other night was the best I ever had, you know. I’d love a repeat.”
“Here?” I squeaked out.
“Can’t think of a better place, especially if it gets to replace all the bad memories you have with good ones.”
Before I could think, he cupped my cheek while his arm snaked around my waist, and he hauled me up against his body. His lips captured mine in a frenzy that I hadn’t felt before.
This was not like the first kiss.
This had passion.
This had heat.
This had me burning from the inside out.
I clutched onto his shirt, moaning against his lips as my tongue battled his.
This was all new to me. Kissing in public was something I hadn’t done before. But the rush of being caught, the high of being in his arms, and the dream of me being down here was only adding fuel to the flames inside me.
I pressed fully against him, wanting to feel every part of his body that I could. His hand slid down and cupped my ass, pressing me against his jean clad dick and I loved how hard it felt.
To know that I did that to Troy did wonders to a bruised and battered ego.
Hell, I never wanted this kiss to end, but I knew it would. I also knew it made me long for more.
His lips finally pulled away, only to trail down over my neck. His teeth sunk into the side, and I nearly came undone.
Troy’s firm hand on my ass kept me upright, but it didn’t help my problems anymore. He finally lifted his head, his gaze as dazed as mine, and fuck me, he was going to be the perfect kind of trouble I wanted.
Chapter 6
~ Troy ~
Isat in my truck cab, looking out over the fields that belonged to the ranch. For as long as I could remember, the Baker’s had the land, each generation being born practically on a horse.
In town, everyone knew the Baker’s and how it tied in with horses; they just went hand in hand.
When I left Pecos to ride, I never once thought I’d end up working with my best friend on his ranch. Help out here and there, sure.
It wasn’t like I needed the money. My own parents’ land was doing well. But being with the horses, helping my friend, it was a perfect way to calm my over-racing mind. The huge animals never once scared me, but they did soothe me.
“Going to stay inside all day, Cowboy?”
I almost jumped at the sound of her voice. I turned to look at her, smirking at the way her hair was down today.
