Page 3 of Cowboy Kisses (Kissing Junction, TX 9)

The yet to be named Friesian horse is black and at least fifteen hands high. He's as tame as can be, but when I saw him three months ago at a livestock auction, I knew he'd be perfect for Lorelei. He wasn't for sale, but I can be very persuasive when I need to be. Twenty minutes later, I was eight thousand dollars lighter, but I had the perfect gift for my girl.

It took everything in me to not give it to her as soon as I saw her. Cable is grooming him, so I take the opportunity to talk to him.

“Is the ole boy ready?” I ask.

“Yep, just had a bath. I can tell that he knows something big is about to happen. He's a little antsy.”

“Good, good,” I say. “We should be back here around four. The picnic I set up is out in the back forty. Thanks for sticking around for this.”

“No problem. I know what it's like to be so in love that nothing else matters.”

“How's that going?” I ask. I know he's in love, but he refuses to talk about it in detail.

“It's stalled at the moment,” he says shaking his head.

“That sucks man. Can I offer you a piece of advice?”

“Yeah, of course, boss.”

“If she is of age claim her, before some other swinging dick does.”

He clenches his fists. “That won't be fucking happening,” he growls.

“Glad to hear it,” I say clapping him on the back. “Thanks again.”

“See ya later, boss.”

I readjust my Stetson and make my way to my black jacked up F-350. The best thing about this truck? I must lift Lorelei into it. It's the only hands-on contact with her I've allowed myself. My hands on her hips feel right.

At three-fifteen, I pull up to the high school. It's closer to Dallas then Kissing Junction. I'm early so I use the time to check my email. I see several responses to my ad for an assistant. I shoot off responses setting up interviews. All for next Friday, that way anyone that works out can start Monday. I am going to want to spend all my time inside Lorelei, so I am going to need the help.

I hop out of the truck when I hear the bell ring. I spot Lorelei immediately. She is always alone. I hate that she doesn't have any friends her own age, but I am glad that she has several older friends.

Lorelei crashes her body into mine, all but climbing me.

“Happy Birthday,” is all I can say before her lips are on mine. The first taste of her sinful mouth is my undoing. In all my years, I have never felt something so right. Her perfect mouth is even better than I dreamed of. Deepening the kiss, I squeeze her ass, before lifting her into the passenger seat of the truck. I reluctantly tear my lips from her and buckle her in. Once I'm in the driver's seat, pulling out of the school's parking lot she sighs deeply.

“What's wrong,” I ask turning right towards Dallas.

“You can't do that forever,” she says.

“Do what?”

“Lift me into the truck.”

“Watch me.”

She rolls her eyes. “What if I get fat from all of our babies?”

“I will still do it.”

“You will not. You won't even like me if I get fat,” she says crossing her arms over her chest.

“Bullshit. To prove it, I’ll get us matching hover rounds.” I say, trying not to tell her how much I love her. She laughs.

“Yeah right. Where are we going?” She asks both rolling her eyes and changing the subject.

“The sweetest little picnic spot you’ve ever seen,” I say. She sucks in a breath.

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