Page 4 of Filthy Cowboy
“Come for me, Charlotte.” I bite down on the sensitive flesh between her shoulder and neck, hoping to leave a mark so that atleast for a little while, everyone will know she’s taken. She cries out, and I lick away the pain, causing her to clench around my cock.
“Rhett. I’m coming.”
“Such a good girl,” I whisper, tasting her lips as I explode deep inside her, hoping to plant my seed there. “I didn’t even think about a condom.” I collapse onto the bed, rolling her on top of me and pulling out of her tightness before tucking her against my side. “But I’ll take responsibility if you get pregnant.” I smile against her hair, imagining her swollen with our child.
“No need to worry about that. I’m on the pill because of my heavy, painful periods.”
I want to growl at her and tell her she’s going to stop taking those damn pills, and I’ll help her work through the pain or keep her pregnant all the time so she doesn’t have to worry about heavy, painful periods, but it’s too soon to have that discussion. Instead, I hold her close until we both drift off to sleep.
***
Iwake up afew hours later with my cock in her warm mouth. “Fuck,” I grunt out. “That’s it, Charlotte.” I wrap her hair in my hand and hold it back so I can see the moonlight from the slit in the curtain dance across her face as she takes my cock deep in her throat. I push my hips forward, plunging farther down her throat. “Suck my cock, but don’t make me come. I want to be inside you for that.” She sucks faster and faster until I can’t take any more. “Enough.” I lift her mouth off of me and spin heraround, so her ass is in my face, and she’s on all fours on the bed. I drop behind her, caressing her ass. Someday, I say to myself as I think about claiming her tightest hole.
I push forward, plunging into her hot, tight heat. Leaning down with my palms on the bed and my chest pressed against her back, so we are completely connected. It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell her I love her, but I can’t risk spooking her like a skittish mare. Instead, I take my time making love to her, dragging out each thrust until she begs for more.
I hold out for as long as I can, her hips bucking under me, begging for the release only I can give her. I place my fingers over her clit with the finesse of a hog on ice as I’m barely holding on myself. Luckily, it only takes a few brushes of my fingers over her swollen bud before her pussy squeezes my cock, causing us both to come unglued at least until the next round.
four
Charlotte
The shrill beeping soundof my phone's alarm startles me awake. It takes a moment for me to gather my bearings since I’ve never been much of a morning person, which will have to change now that I’ll be working at a bakery that starts at four-thirty in the morning.
I take a few minutes to stretch my body, noticing the new muscle soreness between my legs that I’ve never experienced before, and recall exactly how I got that soreness. I reach out to Rhett’s side of the bed as I have throughout the night, both of us craving the other’s touch, only to find it empty and the sheets cold, as if he’s been gone for a while.
A sudden realization hits me, making me sit up in bed and clutch the sheets to my naked body. He’s gone. He left without saying a word.
Isn’t that what you wanted? One night and a clean break by morning.
His actions clearly showed his agreement with the plan—something I told him—by not being here when I woke up.
Then why does my heart hurt so badly when I think about leaving here to start a new life in a different town?
I blink back the tears forming in my eyes. I promised myself I would start a new life. Rhett was just a bump in the road as far as I’m concerned.
Turning off my alarm, I slide out of bed, put on my clothes, and try to tame my wayward curls with my fingers before heading into the daylight and the walk of shame I have to take to get my car, which is still parked in front of the Longhorn Bar and Grill.
The tight T-shirt paired with a short denim skirt and my favorite brown cowboy boots might not have looked out of place lastnight at the bar, but in the daylight, they stand out like a sore thumb.
A few of the more outgoing cowboys and mountain men in town honk or whistle as they drive past. It might be a short walk from the hotel to the bar, but it feels like it’s taking forever as truck after truck slows down to watch my embarrassment. The men are harmless, but they seem to enjoy my downfall as the town's ice princess who never dates, now having to do the walk of shame in the bright morning light because she picked the wrong cowboy to hook up with last night.
Was Rhett born in a barn? Even someone who just got devirginized like me knows you should at least drive or walk your hookup home or give them a ride back to their car — not leave them to fend for themselves.
The more I walk, the angrier I get at Rhett. If this is what it’s like to do one-night stands, I think I’m a one-and-done kind of girl. I don’t believe my heart could handle that kind of life.
I bet the jerk wasn’t even a virgin. It’s probably his best line to convince women to sleep with him. The way he spoke and used his tongue, there’s no way he was a virgin.
By the time I reach my car, I curse meeting Rhett. Luckily, I sold most of my belongings and had already packed my car before I went to the bar last night. Once inside, I toss my purse onto the passenger seat, start my car, and pull out of the parking lot, leaving last night and Cherry Blossom Falls behind and a certain cowboy I hope never to see again.
five
Rhett
Four Weeks Later
“Look, buddy, I’m goingto tell you the same thing I’ve been saying for the last four weeks. If she didn’t give youher last name or a way to contact her, she doesn’t want you to find her.” The smug grin on the sheriff’s face makes me want to risk getting thrown in jail just to punch it off.
It’s a good thing he walks away before I release my frustrations from the last four weeks and take it out on his ugly mug.
