Page 2 of Filthy Cowboy
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Rhett
Istep onto thedance floor holding Charlotte close to my chest, knowing I’m a shit dancer, but desperate times call for desperate measures, and I’m more than desperate to show her whatever moves it takes to win over my future wife.
As wild as it sounds, the moment our eyes locked, I knew she was meant for me. Her long, curly blonde hair floated around her like a halo, only accentuating her sapphire blue eyes—a true angel in a sea of sinners.
Her large breasts, small waist, and wide hips could turn a saint into a sinner with just one taste of her sweetness. She fits so perfectly in my arms that I don’t want to put her down unless it’s on my bed.
“You can put me down now," she says, tugging at my shirt, breaking the image of her lying naked on my bed with her hair spread out on my pillow.
I hold her in my arms and let her slowly slide down my body, making sure she can feel how much I want her. “Is that better?” I push a lock of hair behind her ear.
She nods, biting her full lower lip between her teeth—this movement making me imagine how she would look with my cock deep inside her. If she only knew I’ve never been with a woman—that I’m a virgin—would she run away or stay and teach me how to pleasure a woman properly?
“I have a confession.” I hold her hips tighter and pull her closer until there’s no room between us as we sway to the music. “I’m not a very good dancer.”
“You could have fooled me.” Her arms tighten around my neck as her nipples harden into tight peaks pressing against my chest through our clothes. Damn if she isn’t going to make me come in my pants on the dance floor in front of everyone.
The music shifts from a slow song to a fast one, but we remain in our spot, moving at the same pace. It’s as if everything around us has vanished, leaving only the two of us. “Do you want to get out of here? My hotel is right around the corner.” I whisper into her ear, not wanting to waste another minute surrounded by strangers when I could have her all to myself in my hotel room, convincing her to spend the rest of her life with me.
She stops moving, causing my heart to drop. I pushed too hard and too fast, but she surprises me with a smile. “I want nothing more than to go back to your hotel room. But can you do one thing for me first?”
“Anything.” Which is the God’s honest truth, because I would burn down the world for this woman if she asked me to.
“Will you kiss me?” Her cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink, making me wonder if she’s as experienced as I first thought.
It’s not like I have much experience with kissing either, but instead of telling her that I’m a clueless thirty-one-year-old virgin who knows how to talk a good game, I press my lips to hers. She moans against my mouth, making me crave more. I open my mouth, running my tongue along her lips, demanding entry. She obeys by opening her mouth. Our tongues clash tentatively at first, but as we continue kissing, we both grow more confident. It isn’t until we hear the catcalls around us and the shouts of "get a room" that we break the kiss, leaving us both breathless and wanting more.
I lower my hands from her hips, take her hand in mine, lace our fingers together, and lead her off the dance floor. “We should probably stop by and tell your friends where you’re going.”
I should text my brother Rex and let him know I might be a little late tomorrow when I pick up the two horses. It’s the main reason I’m in town. We’re buying some new horses from a ranch on the outskirts of Cherry Blossom Falls. But it’s all I can do to stop myself from throwing Charlotte over my shoulder, dragging her back to my hotel room, and keep her there until she agrees to be my wife.
“You two looked pretty cozy out there.” Delores wiggles her eyebrows, her voice thick with innuendos. “Are you going to hang around here all night, or are you going to take this stud home and ride him all night long?”
“Delores,” Charlotte scolds, her face turning a cute shade of pink, which only confuses me more. Charlotte seems as inexperienced as I am.
Don’t get me wrong, it wouldn’t matter either way if she was experienced with sex or not, I’d still feel the same way about her, but the fact that we might be each other’s firsts brings a new sense of warmth to my chest.
“What? If I was fifty years younger, I’d take him home myself and ride him bareback.”
Charlotte leans back against me, almost like she is trying to get away from this conversation. I take pity on her and let Deloresand the other ladies at the table know what Charlotte means to me.
“No offense, ma’am, it wouldn’t matter your age—my heart has already been claimed.” I flash her a smile my mom once called ‘the lady killer,’ almost living up to its name, as all the old ladies at the table giggle like a bunch of schoolgirls.
“Oh, you’re a sly one.” Delores scans my body from head to toe. “You have my blessing. Just don’t blow it, because I’m not one to give second chances out lightly.”
“Yes, ma’am. I’m taking Charlotte back to my hotel room. I’m staying at the Silver Saddle, room 209.”
Charlotte elbows me in the ribs and whispers in my ear, “You probably shouldn’t have told them what room you’re staying in. You’ve got them all riled up—they might break in and try to steal my place.” Her teasing banter makes me smile.
I turn my head and whisper back, “Don’t worry, I’ll lock the door. Besides, you’re the only one I want in my bed, or on the floor, or up against the wall—wherever you’ll let me have you.”
“Certainly full of yourself, aren’t you?” She counters.
“No, just confident we both want the same thing. And pretty soon you’ll be the one full of me.”
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