Page 34 of Owned By The Cowboy
The thought of her leaving makes my chest tight. “Baby, you don’t have to rush off,” I cajole, pressing more kisses on her skin.
“I know. But I don’t want them to see me doing the walk of shame.”
“It’s not a walk of shame,” I reply with a frown.
She laughs, turning on her stool to hook her hands around my neck. “I’m one hundred percent not ashamed of what we did, cowboy.”
“Good, because I plan on doing it again. Soon,” I say before stealing a kiss.
“How soon?” She moans against my lips, running her nails through my hair.
“How soon can you arrange another sleepover for the kids?” I murmur into her mouth.
Reggie laughs, pushing me away to turn back to her plate. “I’ll see what I can do.”
We finish breakfast with her hand on my arm when she laughs, my fingers brushing hers when I refill her coffee. It’s comfortable. Warm. Right. Fucking perfect.
When she goes to get dressed, I watch her walk away in my t-shirt, all long, shapely legs, bouncing ass and tits, crazy hair, and bright smile, and I have to remind myself that this is supposed to be casual. No strings attached. Just sex between two consenting adults. Except it doesn’t feel casual. It feels like the start of something bigger, something that could change everything. The something I’ve been waiting for my whole life…
Twenty minutes later, she’s dressed and ready to go, and I’m walking her out to her car. The morning air is crisp, and I grab my hat from the hook by the door on impulse.
“So hot,” she says, eyeing the hat as I set it on my head.
I chuckle, shaking my head.
When we get to the car, I step close, backing her up against her door.
“You think this is hot? Wait till you see me ride, rope, brand cattle…. or line dance.” I say each one with a nip of her juicy lips.
I kiss her, and she melts against me like she did last night. When we break apart, we’re both breathing hard.
“I should go,” she repeats, but she doesn’t move away.
“Yeah, you should.”
I open her car door for her, and as she slides into the driver’s seat, I can’t resist. I give her ass a slap and wink at her surprised face.
She giggles, and the sound makes my chest warm. It’s so natural, so happy.
“See you soon, friend.”
I watch my princess drive away, a stupid grin on my face. Just sex, my ass.
I watch her car disappear down my driveway; I know this shit between us is already way more complicated than either of us planned.
And I can’t bring myself to care.
Eleven
Reggie
I make it home with exactly fifteen minutes to spare before the kids are due back, and I’ve never been more grateful for good timing in my life. I practically float through my front door, still wearing yesterday’s jeans, Blayne’s shirt, and what I’m pretty sure is a post-sex glow that could light up the entire valley.
The cottage feels different. Like I’m seeing it through new eyes, or maybe I’m just seeing everything differently after last night. After this morning. After Blayne’s hands were all over my body, his deep laugh in my ear and the way he looked at me like I was the best thing he’d ever seen…
I catch my reflection in the hallway mirror and have to bite back a grin. My hair looks like I stuck my finger in an electric socket, my lips are still puffy from all that kissing, and there’s definitely a hickey on my neck that I need to deal with before Nia gets home and starts asking questions I’m nowhere near ready to answer.
In my bedroom, I strip off my clothes and toss them in the hamper, but not before bringing his t-shirt to my nose. It smellslike him. Soap and something purely Blayne that makes my pussy melt. Part of me wants to keep it, sleep in it tonight and pretend he’s here. That should probably worry me more than it does…
