Page 6 of Filthy and Fierce (Stone Cold Cowboys #1)

FAITH

It’s been a week since I walked back into Whiskey Run.

A week of my dad asking me every day when I’m leaving and a week of Dixon doing everything he possibly can to avoid me.

He’s nice enough, but if he’s left alone in a room with me, he’s walking away.

If my dad tells him to let me ride into town with him, then Dixon is having a ranch hand ride with us like he’s some damn chaperone or something.

It’s gotten ridiculous, and it’s going to end now.

My dad is already stowed in his room watching his television shows, so I walk out of the house, right out the front door and down to the barn.

I found out a few nights ago that Dixon has been sleeping on the couch in the office instead of the bunkhouse, and I refuse to run him out of his bed one more night.

If he refuses to come inside the house while I’m there, then I’ll stay in the office so he can finally get some sleep.

I walk to the barn, shotgun in hand. As soon as I get inside the barn, I set the gun against the wall next to the office door and then knock.

I don’t have to wait long before it’s jerked open and Dixon is standing in front of me shirtless with the button of his jeans undone.

He’s so handsome that I stutter over the words. “Hey, can I talk to you?”

He leans against the open door. “What do you want, Faith?”

I roll my eyes and tuck my arms over my chest. Mostly because I don’t have a bra on and I don’t need to embarrass myself with him seeing me aroused just by looking at him. “I feel bad that you’re sleeping in the barn when your room is at the main house.”

He just stares at me, so I continue. “Anyway, I’m going to stay out here so you can at least get one good night’s sleep.

” I hold my hand up to stop him and push past him into the office, pointing at the couch.

“And don’t act like you’re not hurting. I’ve seen you holding your back.

Heck, you’re taller than the dang couch, Dixon. There’s no way it’s comfortable.”

He twirls his finger around the room. “And what? You think I’m going to leave you out here to sleep in the barn where there is no central heat and air and no lock on the door? If you think that, you don’t know me very well.”

I sit down on the edge of the couch. “Well, then come inside. This is ridiculous, and you know it.”

He just stares at me. I should have known he’s not going to give in. “So this is how it’s going to be then?”

He grits his teeth but says nothing.

I stand and take a step toward him. “Dixon…”

He puts his hands up and backs away from me. I laugh because he’s being ridiculous. He’s twice my size, and he’s acting as if he’s scared of me. “What is your problem? Why are you backing away from me?”

He nods toward the door. “Go back to the house, Faith.”

I stand my ground. “No. ”

His breath shudders as his body trembles. “I’m telling you, go back up to the house.”

I tilt my head. I was prepared for an argument, but I wasn’t prepared for this.

He’s acting crazy, and he thinks he can just push me away and I’ll go, but I’m done doing things his way.

My father may not want me around, but he sure has taught me a lot through the years, and one of those things is that if I want something, I have to go after it.

Well, I want Dixon, and even though I’ll probably only get one night out of it, hell, it would be worth it.

I walk to the couch and stand next to it. I pat the cushion. “You think we both can fit?”

His mouth drops open, and his eyes go black.

I suck in a breath, and before I can change my mind, I grab the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head.

Dixon’s voice drops a whole octave. “Fuck,” he hisses.

I slip off my sandals, shimmy out of my shorts and underwear, and then stand up, pulling my shoulders up and arching my back as I look at Dixon. I didn’t think it would happen this way, but it’s obvious if I want this, I’m going to have to be the one to make it happen.

I walk over to him and press my hand to his waist. His eyes are glued to mine as I start talking.

“I want you, Dixon. I know that this will only be one night. I understand that nothing can come of this, but we can’t keep going like we are.

If we can just get this out of our systems, we can move past it. ”

He’s gripping his hands at his sides. “You think we can fuck and then I’m not going to want you anymore?”

I shrug. I know I’m going to want more, but heck, Dixon has way more willpower than I do, so yeah, I’m sure he can do this and then forget about me. I lift my chin up. “Yes.”

He nods his head. “And you want me to fuck you in the barn?”

I look around the office. At least it’s the cleanest room in the barn. “Yeah.”

“And for one night, I can do whatever I want to with you and then tomorrow, we both walk away?”

I struggle with this one. I swallow but nod my head. “Yeah. You game, cowboy? Or do I need to get dressed?”

When he doesn’t answer me, my bravado lessens a little, and I turn to go and pick up my clothes.

For just a second I let myself be embarrassed, but it fades quickly because he’s hooking his arm around my waist and pulling me snug against him.

His cock is hard, pressing into my ass, and I push back because I want more.

His breath is hot on my cheek as he talks low and thick into my ear. “I’m game, Faith. But remember when you can barely walk tomorrow that you told me I could do whatever I want to you.”

I reach my hands back and grip his big thighs, holding him to me. But that’s not enough for him. “Say the words, Faith. Say I can have you.”

I turn in his arms, pressing my bare breasts to his hair-covered chest. “You can have me, Dixon.”

His lips slam to mine, and the kiss is all-consuming.

It’s a gnashing of teeth, lips, and tongue.

It’s like the tide has been released, and we’re trying to survive it.

I go to my tiptoes because I need to be closer, I need more of him.

He lifts me up and jostles me in his arms as he pulls his cock free .

It’s all happening so fast, but I wouldn’t want it to happen any other way. He lifts me up, and his manhood slides along the slickness of my folds. He breaks off the kiss, and his eyes are dilated and he sounds desperate. “Fuck, please tell me you’re on the pill or something.”

“I’m on the pill,” I admit. I don’t go into detail that I’ve been on the pill since I was a teenager to help with my periods. He doesn’t need to know all that.

His relief is evident. “I’m going in bare.”

It’s like he’s challenging me, but there’s no way I’m going to fight him on this. There’s one thing I know about Dixon Chase, and that is he’s going to protect me no matter what, so I don’t even have to ask him if he's clean or anything. “I don’t want anything between us.”

He lets his head fall back and groans. It’s like he’s barely hanging on.

His fingers dig into my hips, and he lifts me up. As I feel the tip of his manhood press against my core, I put a hand to his chest. “Be easy.”

His eyes snap to mine, and I want to hide the truth from him, but he must see the trepidation on my face.

His shoulders tense under my palms, and he’s searching my face.

He doesn’t have to ask me because he can see the truth on my face.

He tries to put me away from him, but I wrap my legs around him.

His cock is right there where I need him.

“Dixon, don’t stop, please. I want this. ”

He turns me around and leans me against the wall. One hand comes to my cheek. “Are you a virgin, Faith?”

I only know how to be honest with him, and I want him to know the truth. The whole truth. “When I was eighteen and I left here, I wanted you like I’ve never wanted anyone in my life. I haven’t looked at another man or wanted another man since that day.”

He blows out a breath. He has sweat on his brow, and his muscles are bulging; he’s practically vibrating against me, trying to hold himself back. He starts to shake his head. “Faith…”

I reach between us and wrap my hand around his engorged manhood. His tip is seeping, and I smear it down the length of him before stroking him once and then positioning him at my entrance. “I want you, Dixon, and I want you to be my first.”

He groans and leans his forehead against mine. He’s gasping for breath but is able to mumble, “I don’t want to hurt you. I can’t hurt you.”

I lean back and slowly impale myself on him.

His eyes get big. I can feel myself stretching around him, adjusting to his size, but there’s no stopping me.

It’s only when I’m fully seated on him that I take in a shuddered breath.

We stare at each other, and he groans before reaching between us.

His fingers go to my swollen clit, and I pulse on contact.

He works his finger around me, and the sensation jolts through my system.

He starts to move, in and out, slow deep thrusts, and I wince at first because I’m so full, so stretched, but the pain quickly turns to pleasure, and when it does, there’s no stopping it.

“Fuck, your tight pussy feels so good, princess. That’s right, squeeze me. Fuck, baby, you’re going to suck my balls dry.”

“Argh.” I groan as the orgasm hits me hard and fast. He pulsates inside me, groaning as he releases himself.

We’re both panting, holding on to one another, and as I rest my head against his neck, I realize that I don’t ever want to let go.