Page 15 of Brothers Best Friend Cowboy

Maggie shakes her head. “No. I thought you did. I was… giving you space.” Her chest rises and falls as she talks and there’s an energy between us that I can’t define. “Kiss me again, Emery.”

Her request is electric, and without more thought, I wrap her in my arms and press my lips against hers.

She moans over and over, paying no mind to the diner filled with people. Her arms reach back and she pulls at the thin string of her apron, pausing our kiss for a moment to pull the fabric away from her neck. With her hand on my cheek, she pants, “Let’s go. Dina will cover me. Right, Dina?” She glances toward her friend who’s been trying to get to the milkshake machine.

The young woman nods, her eyes wide as she laughs. “You have fun. You deserve it.”

I bend down and lift Maggie into my arms, carrying her out of the diner like I own her, like I’ve already claimed her sweet body, and she’s mine… because she is. Maggie Conley is my girl, and this time, no one is stopping me from making it official.

Chapter Nine

Maggie

I’ve never been carried out of anything, anywhere. Next to Emery, I feel downright petite.

His big, rough hand stretches toward me and lands on my knee while he’s driving. “Have you heard from your brother?”

I shake my head. “He called to check in a few days ago, but he didn’t mention us. You?”

“Nothing. Are you sure you’re okay with all this? I know what he means to you, and I don’t want to ruin that.”

“He’ll come around,” I say, leaning into Emery’s side. I’d like to say it’s for emotional reasons, but the truth is, I’m a sopping wet mess. My clit has been throbbing since last week, but when he walked into that diner all feral and strong, his gaze on me, I could have come right there. I stretch my hand down the inseam of his jeans and between his legs until I’m running the tip of my finger against the outline of his hard cock.

He’s massive, and he’s showing very nicely.

“You’re causing trouble again.” He grins, swerving into the yellow lines. “I don’t have the power to hold back this time, sunshine. I’ll take you right here on the side of the road if you’re not careful.”

I stare up at him, nearly breathless. The thought of him having to pull the truck over to fuck me because he’s so horny, has my entire body on overload. My brain can’t handle the thought of his big frame thumping against me as he bends me over the bench seat of the truck, his big cock spreading me for the first time.

My nipples brush against my dress, aching with each touch of the fabric.

“Pull over then,” I moan. “I won’t make it home.”

He growls under his breath, his hand creeping up my thigh and between my legs. “We can’t. It’s your first time. You need flowers, music, candles… something sweet.”

I laugh. “Thanks, but trust me, bent over your truck on the side of the road while your thick cock spreads me wide sounds way hotter.”

He stares down at me, swerving off the road again. This time into the gravel on the shoulder.

I slide my hand along his dick and unbutton his jeans, reaching inside to free him from the constraints of the thick fabric.

He growls low in his throat and my body reacts like electricity on fire. I spark and sizzle in places I didn’t know I had.

Bending forward, I tuck between the steering wheel and his frame, licking the tip of his thick cock before taking him into my throat. I’ve only made it halfway before I’m gagging, but I love it.

Stones pop under the tires followed by a smoother, but uneven ride. Ultimately, we come to an abrupt stop and the truck turns off.

It’s still mid-day, and this road is well traveled, but when I lift my head, I see we’ve pulled into the woods and we’re shrouded by looming pines and shorter cedar. No one can see us from the main road.

“Are you sure about this?” Emery turns toward me, his eyes dialed in on mine like an animal about to lose control.

I nod. “Fuck me, Emery. Fuck me hard!” I’m panting when I speak. I’m a version of myself I’ve never met. My clit has taken over and the only thought on my brain is what he’d feel like inside of me.

He hops from the truck and makes his way to my side. Even when I’m in the truck and he’s on the ground, he’s huge. He pulls me toward him, anxious and desperate, pawing at my breasts, kissing my neck, fisting through my hair.

“I’m going to pull off those pretty pink panties.” His voice is deeper than it’s been before.

I can only nod.

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