Page 32 of Her Cowboy Christmas
“Thanks.”
“I have to run out and put the animals in for the night.Do you want to help me?”
“Uh…”
“It will be fun.Come on.”
He takes my hand, and we bundle up before we head out the back door toward the barn.I keep a watchful eye on the horses as we get closer.They must be used to this routine because as soon as they see him coming, they neigh and trot toward the barn.
“They know they’re getting fed.”Cole laughs as we step inside the barn.
The horses are already filing into their stalls, and I stand behind the gate as Cole slips inside to close the stall doors and fill buckets with water and food.
“How can I help?”I ask.
He passes me the oat scoop and nods toward the food bowls.“They each get three scoops.”
“Got it.”
I fill the food bowls while Cole carries the water buckets to the stalls, working in perfect sync.Once the chores are done, Cole secures the barn for the night.
We walk back to the house hand in hand, and Cole opens the door and ushers me in ahead of him.
“I guess I should be getting home,” I say, turning to face him.
Cole steps closer.“Go out with me again.”
“When?”
“Whenever you want.Tomorrow night.Every night.”
“Cole…”
I know then that he’s serious about me.He wants me.I want him, too, and I’m so tired of holding back.I want to trust him.I want to take the leap with Cole.
So I do.
I launch myself at him, wrapping my arms around his neck.Cole catches me easily, and our lips crash together.I moan as the hard planes of his body mold to mine.His cock hardens against my stomach, and my core becomes molten.
“Bedroom,” I gasp against his lips.
He growls and picks me up, carrying me toward the stairs.I kiss him as he carries me, grinding against him, and he curses as we bang off the wall and stumble into his bedroom.
I tug at his shirt, my desire to get him naked, to be with him, outweighing my self-consciousness.
Should I tell him I’m a virgin?Will he care?
“I’ve never done this before,” I blurt out as he pulls his shirt off.
He freezes, his shirt stuck around his head.
“What?”His shirt muffles his question.
“Sex,” I whisper.
He pulls his shirt all the way off and lets it drop to the floor at his feet.“Me neither.”
“What if we’re not good at it?”
