Page 5 of Filthy and Fierce (Stone Cold Cowboys #1)

DIXON

We get finished with the first stall, and I’m sweating through my T-shirt.

I’m working double-time, and I’m not sure if it’s because I’m trying to exert some energy or if I’m trying to keep Faith from working too hard.

I watch her bend over, and her tank top does nothing to conceal her high, firm breasts as she works. I grunt and look away. Hell, I didn’t want her working with Carl or Eddie in here because I knew they’d be ogling her, so I sure as hell shouldn’t be doing it.

“What was that?” she asks.

Instead of answering her, I ignore her. I figure that’s the best route to take. The less interaction we have, the better off I’ll be.

Silently, we move to the next stall, and without thinking, I pull off my T-shirt and hang it on a nail. As soon as I look at her, I realize my mistake .

I almost reach for my shirt to put back on but decide against it.

She’s leaning on the fork, mouth hanging open as she stares at me. Yeah, I guess two can play at this game.

“You don’t play fair, Dixon Chase.”

I stab the fork into the hay, and with all the innocence I can muster, I ask, “What do you mean?”

She points at me, waving her finger up and down. “That. That’s not fair.”

I look down at my bare chest. There’s no way this turns her on.

I’m a barrel of a man. There’s no six-pack here.

Husky, stocky, beefy, sturdy. Those are words to describe me, and I don’t have the body that a woman goes crazy over.

I mean, don’t get me wrong. I have no problem getting laid when I want to, but it’s more because I’m able and willing instead of because some woman just wants to have me.

But Faith is looking at me like no one has ever looked at me before.

I point at myself. “Please, don’t act like this does it for you.”

She rears back, surprised. “Are you kidding me right now?”

I roll my eyes. “Get back to work.”

She does as I tell her, and we work side by side. I get a little more than half done and turn around to see her progress, and my eyes pop out of my head. “Faith.”

She keeps working. “Yeah?”

All the liquid has left my mouth. “You’re in a bra.”

This time she does stop. “I’m in a sports bra.”

I groan. “Put your shirt back on.”

She scrunches up her nose. “It’s soaked. It sure is hot in here. ”

“Put. Your. Shirt. On,” I tell her.

She puts a hand on her hip. “I swear I’ve had enough of you telling me what to do.”

I take a step toward her, which is my first mistake. “Put your shirt on, Faith.”

She juts her chin at me defiantly. “No.”

I’m gripping the fork with one hand, and my other hand is in a fist. My whole body is pulled taut, and I know I should walk away, but as soon as I think about Carl, or Eddie, or any of the other hands seeing her like this, it has me seeing red. I toss the fork against the wall and stalk toward her.

She’s not scared at all. Hell, if anything, her eyes light up and her smile gets bigger. This is what she wants. She wants me to make her do something. I don’t stop until we’re standing toe to toe. “Put your shirt on, Faith.”

She leans her head back so she can look at me. “No.”

I growl. A literal fuckin’ growl leaves my mouth. My chest rumbles, and I have the intense need to bang my fist on my chest. What is it about this woman that makes me crazy and out of control? “Faith Allen, put your shirt on.”

“No,” she says without hesitating.

Fuck me, this woman is killing me. I reach for her shirt that is hanging on a nail, and she backs away from me. “I’m not putting that on. It’s wet.” She points at me. “And you don’t have a shirt on.”

I inhale, deep and long, trying to contain myself. I hold the shirt out to her. “Put the shirt on or I’m putting it on you myself.”

Her eyes widen. “Dixon, my sports bra covers more of me than a bathing suit does. You’re being ridiculous. ”

I have her cornered up against the wall now, and I know I need to stop and walk away, but like a fool, I stay rooted to my spot. “Faith?—”

Before I can get another word out, she puts her hands flat against my abdomen. On contact, we both suck in a breath, and my body jolts. I stare at her hands touching me, and I’m frozen in spot, unable to move.

She slides her hands up my bare chest, across my pecks, and when her palms graze my erect nipples, I groan.

It’s a guttural groan that starts in my chest and rumbles on release.

Her touch is too much for me to handle, and I know I should stop her, but she’s not done yet.

She slides her hands back the other way, and I suck in a breath as if I’ve been punched in the stomach.

Her voice is soft. “You like that?”

With her shirt still in my hand, I bring my hands up to stop her. My cock is hard, and it wouldn’t take much more of her touch for me to have her bent over, taking me in, deep and hard. “Faith.” I say her name as a warning, but she doesn’t take it as one.

She smiles and leans into me. Her breasts flatten against me, and I have to suck in a breath. She’s trying to distract me, and she’s doing a hell of a job at it. “What are you doing?”

She presses her lower body against me, and there's no way she doesn’t feel the thick rod of my desire. I should push my hips back and break contact, but I do the opposite. My hips lurch forward, and my hands go to her hips to hold her to me. Damn, she feels so good. I hiss her name. “Faith.”

She slides her hands up, and they hook around my neck.

She fits against me as if she was made for me.

I lean into her, pushing her back into the wall, and the grimace on her face letting me know I’m being too rough stops me from taking her right here and now.

I try and back away, but she lifts her leg and hooks it around my waist. It’s almost comical that a little thing like her thinks she can possibly stop me, but I let her hold me to her.

“You’re my best friend’s daughter. He’s like a father to me. ”

She blinks. “He’s not here, Dixon. It’s only me and you.”

For just a second, I wonder if I could do it. Can I go against Charlie and take his daughter in the stall of the barn? No, I can’t. “It’s not happening.”

Her eyes widen, and her mouth drops. It takes her a second to hide her reaction, but when she does, she lets go of me, grabbing her shirt from my hand. “If you don’t want me, just say it, Dixon. You don’t have to use my father as an excuse.”

I should just let it go, but I’m not smart enough.

I grab the shirt from her hands and hold it up to her.

She lets me put it over her head and helps me get her arms through the sleeves.

The fact she’s going along with this tells me that I’ve broken her spirit.

How the fuck she can believe I don’t want her is beyond me, but that’s not going to stand with me.

As soon as I have her covered, I take a step back.

“I do want you, Faith. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted a woman in my life. ”

She gasps, and I should let it go, but I bury myself a little deeper.

“I fucked my hand last night just thinking of you. I woke up with a hard-on this morning wondering what it would be like to have your perfect, puffy lips wrapped around my dick. Standing next to you, working side by side with you, and not being inside you is a hell that I don’t think I will survive. So yeah, Faith, I want you.”

I don’t know why I thought she would just let it go, but she doesn’t. She walks over to me and presses her hand to the bulge between my thighs. She squeezes me softly. “You can have me, Dixon. Any and every way you want me, I’m yours.”

It takes everything inside me not to take her up on her offer. I step out of her reach and walk to the door of the stall. “If I let Carl come in here, will you promise me you’ll keep your shirt on?”

She shrugs. “You’re the only man I want to see me without a shirt.”

I shake my head. “I’m trying to be strong here, Faith.”

She shrugs. “I know, but I’m here to stay, Dixon.

How long exactly do you think you’re going to be able to resist what is happening between us?

” I open my mouth to deny it, but she stops me.

“And don’t say there’s nothing between us.

Hell, I felt it from across the bar last night when you had your buckle bunny on your lap. ”

I don’t know why it’s important, but I rush to tell her, “She isn’t my buckle bunny.”

She tilts her head to the side. “So you just let random chicks sit on your lap then?”

I think back on my past, and yes, I was that man but not anymore. I can’t imagine letting another woman touch me now. “Not anymore.”

With that, I walk away. It’s either that or confess everything I want to do to her and end up making her mine.