Page 28 of My Cowboy Temptation

Exhilarated is the only word I have to describe this feeling of happiness. Of finally having everything that I ever wanted within reach.

The past three nights and mornings spent with Brody have been more incredible than I could have imagined, being with the man I’ve been in love with since maybe forever. I can’t help but wonder how incredible my life could be if he was in my life every day, instead of a distant lonely life that awaits me in London.

For some reason, it almost feels like Brody Dalton was always meant to be here with me, on this ranch, in that house, in my life—and definitely between my thighs.

By the time I reach the barn and dismount, I’m not entirely surprised to see Brody standing there, his jaw set and his eyes flashing with anger. “Are you trying to get yourself killed? And where was your other rider? Do I have to explain the risks when you go off on your own like that?”

“You don’t, but I know you’re dying to anyway,” I say and grin at him, not at all put off by this wave of protectiveness. Especially when I remember what that face looked like under me as I rode him last night with equal abandonment.

I lead my horse into the barn and tie him off where, after removing the saddle and blanket, I begin brushing him down, all the while aware of Brody’s gaze still on me.

When I bend over so I can pick out the rocks and dirt that have found their way into each of Bandit’s hooves, I sense his gaze on my ass. His gaze remains on me as I finish cooling and wiping Bandit down, and my own breathing has hitched up a notch as I sense what might be coming if I have anything to say about it.

I lead Bandit to his stall and offer him a carrot before ensuring he has fresh water. When I shut the stall door, I barely have a second to prepare for the onslaught of Brody’s mouth hot on my own, his knee pushing between my thighs, and that hard and growing erection in his pants that tells me he’s just as worked up as I am. I moan as he grinds against me, his hand going to my breast, kneading it, and I arch up to accept his mouth that’s hot and demanding as he nearly consumes me.

But we’re out in the open, and it’s far too risky to be doing this when anyone can turn the corner and see the manager of this ranch humping the boss’s daughter. Brody seems to realize this too as he lifts me up, and my legs wrap around his waist as he carries me into the tack room and shuts the door.

He sets me down on the counter, his fingers already slipping into my jeans and down to my panties. “I love how wet and ready you are for me.” His finger touches my clit, and I rise up. “I don’t have a lot of time. I still have a million things to do before the day is over.”

“Then let me help you out.” I reach down and undo his belt buckle. “I want to feel the velvety skin of your cock entirely inside me. Now.”

“Fuck. Cal,” he hisses, and I pull his dick out and stroke him. “I don’t have a rubber.”

“Then just be sure that you come all over my ass again,” I say, too wild with need to stop any of this now. “In the meantime, let me feel all of you, Brody. I want to feel the velvety skin of your cock inside me. Right now.”

He tugs my pants down past my hips, and I’m about to help him slide them off when he lifts me from the counter and turns me around so I’m leaning over it instead, my ass bare and ready for him.

A few seconds later, I feel the head of his cock pushing inside of me, filling me up, and I start to scream out with the exquisite torture of it all, but his hand covers my mouth, reminding me where I am. Instead I bite down just as he thrusts fiercely inside me, nearly splitting me in two, harder and harder.

“You like riding hard, don’t you, brat? Tell me what you love riding the most.”

“Y-you. Every. Time,” I say through the pleasure and tension building inside me.

I don’t need the help of his fingers to push me over the edge, but they’re there a second later as he reaches in front of me, stroking my clit, taking what was going to be an incredible orgasm and stretching it into mind-blowing as I jerk over his hand and his cock.

“God damn it. Your pussy feels so good. I’m—” Before he can finish his sentence, he’s pulling out of me.

This time, I want to see him come, though, and I turn around and lift my shirt, pushing my breasts up and together. Brody grunts as he pumps himself, watching as his cum shoots out over my breasts and drips down my stomach.

When he’s done, he steps forward, his dick still hanging out and pushing against my belly. He leans forward to rest his hands on the counter on each side of me and presses a kiss to my mouth. “You certainly know how to jerk me around.”

I laugh. “I think you did all the jerking this time.” He reaches over and grabs a clean towel and slowly wipes my stomach, my bra, and the tops of my breasts that are feeling sticky now. “You should go meet the guys. And try not to share with them what you were just doing out here in the tack room with the boss’s baby girl.”

He chuckles. “You really are a brat, you know.”

Then with a swat to my ass, he opens the tack room door and heads out.

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It’s early.That’s all I’m aware of as Brody rolls over and gets up out of bed. He doesn’t say anything, probably thinking I’m still asleep, and I take advantage of the moment to watch him stand and stretch naked in front of the window.

His body is a work of art in itself, from the curve of that hard ass and the sinewy thighs to the broad chest and beefy arms that days of riding, roping, and carrying will do to a man. He glances back to the bed, and I close my eyes and will myself not to smile as I hear his footsteps head to the door and down the hall to the bathroom, where the shower starts running.

One thing Brody really needs to do is figure out how to create an en suite bathroom so I don’t have to haul my ass out of bed in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. There are three other bedrooms up here, and I’m sure he can spare one.

I lie in bed another minute, relishing the morning after another perfect night together. Well, almost perfect, since I could sense there was something weighing on his mind, something that left him quiet and more moody than usual when he arrived home, although no less rigorous in our lovemaking as he brought me to two separate orgasms before he allowed himself to climax.

I would have almost thought it had to do with Cody Palmer and that whole mess, but last night the news broke that Cody was arrested on drug charges and is now sitting in a jail in Missoula where he can’t cause Everly or anyone else any more harm.

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