Page 5 of Her Grumpy Cowboy (Courage County Standalones #1)

Walker

My hand curls into a fist as I listen to Jenna’s conversation with her dad.

I have half a mind to drive into town, weather be damned and knock a few teeth out of that guy’s skull.

How can he talk to sweet Jenna the way he does?

How can he not see how eager she is to please, how badly she just wants his love and acceptance?

When the call is over, I give her a moment to collect herself. I want to rush in and comfort her more than anything. But something tells me she needs the moment alone.

As soon as she’s composed herself, I bring her a towel and one of my shirts. I can’t fix this for her. I can’t make it better and the knowledge eats at me. Still, maybe I can distract her from her father for a few minutes.

She reaches for the towel, but I shake my head and gesture for her to turn around.

She faces the big picture window in my living room.

It looks out over the porch where I watch the birds and sip my coffee most mornings.

If I have my way, she’ll be sipping her coffee right next to me pretty damn soon.

“You should see the view of the sunrise here.”

I reach for the ponytail holder and gently remove it. Her damp blonde hair falls around her shoulders, giving me a whiff of her floral shampoo. The scent is light and tangy, like vanilla and citrus.

“You know…” She starts, and her voice is wobbly. She pauses before continuing, “You have a beautiful yard for yoga. I bet the sun comes up perfectly over the mountain ridge.”

“You’d be welcome to practice here anytime.

” The thought of her on my property, stretching her curvy body in the light of the morning sun has me wanting to shuck off my jeans and take her right here.

The only thing that’s stopping me is knowing that’s not what she needs.

Right now, she needs attention and care.

She purrs her contentment, and I can’t help smiling. It’s why I called her little kitten earlier. She purrs when she’s happy. I plan to make sure she never has a reason to stop.

Her hair has started to dry but she’s still wet. “Your clothes are soaking.”

“I’m sure they’ll dry soon.” Her teeth are starting to chatter and that’s not acceptable to me. As long as I’m around, she’ll never be cold or sad.

“I have spare clothes you can wear.” Grasping her shoulders, I spin her around to face me. I reach for her t-shirt, prepared to tug off the wet thing that’s plastered to her skin.

She frowns and tries to swat my hands away. “I can do it myself.”

I send her a look, and she instantly drops her hands and her gaze. I realize I have some things to clear up because I take care of what’s mine. “When you’re with me, kitten, I take care of you. That’s how this works.”

“You don’t have to,” she murmurs with her eyes still downcast. In that moment, I see so many wounds her father left on her heart. He convinced her that she was a problem, an inconvenience.

I put a finger under her chin until she looks up at me. So much vulnerability in that cornflower blue gaze. “Your pussy is mine, but my possession doesn’t stop there. You are completely mine, Jenna, and I always take care of what’s mine.”

Something flickers across her face, but it’s gone before I can tell what it is. Damn, I want her to open up and share all of her secrets with me. I want her to trust me with everything. But trust has to be earned and that starts with showing her I’m nothing like the man who raised her.

Gently, I pull the wet material from her skin and help her out of her t-shirt. Her white cotton bra is simple and plain. A reminder of her innocence that has my cock surging to life again.

She has more than generous breast that I can’t wait to get my hands and lips all over. Maybe I’ll even fuck her titties one day. The idea of my dick sliding between them has me taking a deep breath and reminding the impatient fucker that he’s not getting inside of her just yet.

Jenna tries to cover herself, but I move her hands. My voice is firm when I tell her, “You don’t hide from me. You’re perfect as you are.”

“Please don’t say what you don’t mean,” she whispers.

I growl. She has no idea how damn beautiful she is. That makes it my job to teach her, to show my good girl just how amazing her body is. “You will not think badly of what belongs to me. Now, tell me that you are sorry and will love your curvy little body because your man loves it.”

“Sorry,” she mumbles.

“You didn’t say all of it.” I flick open the clasp of her bra and circle her dusty pink nipple.

One day, I want to get her clamps. The delicate kind with the pretty chains.

I’ll have her wear them on the days when she needs a reminder that her body is beautiful and exquisite. “I reward my girl when she’s obedient.”

She whimpers at the word, just like I knew she would.

“I can do this all night,” I reminder her as I circle the other one too. I’m staying just on the edge, not quite giving her what I know she wants and needs.

“I will love my body because you love it,” she says all in a rush.

It’s enough for now. Eventually, I will teach her to stand confident in her skin.

I’ll show her just what a treasure she is, and it starts right here and now.

With me loving on her body until she can’t take anymore.

“When you do what I say, it pleases me. When I’m pleased, I please you. Do you understand?”

She lets out a shaky inhale. Her gaze is already going glassy and she’s shifting her weight, trying to get some friction between those little thighs. “Yes.”

“First, these are coming off.” I drop to my knees and reach for her jeans.

She doesn’t try to stop me or argue this time.

I peel the wet material from her skin. Her tiny white panties are soaked and nearly translucent, outlining her pussy lips.

“I bet you’re hurting here, aching for my big cock to ram tight into this little hole. ”

“Please,” she whispers the word.

I reach for those panties, pulling them down slowly. Her scent is even better now that it’s not obstructed by the material. I want to press my nose against her slit and inhale deep. But it’s not time for that. Not yet.

“I’m going to suck on these pretty titties now. I want you to close your eyes. Your only job is to feel me. Focus on how good it feels when my tongue teases you.”

I wait until she closes her eyes to lavish my attention on her nipples. I lick the delicate bud and suck it into my mouth, feeling my cock jerk when she moans. I plan to earn those moans from her every night for the rest of my life.

I continue alternating between her breasts, driving her wild until she’s yanking on my hair and pleading for me to take care of her. Fuck it all, the sound of her begging is the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.

“I’m going to lick my juicy pussy now,” I tell her. “But first I’m going to spread you out.”

I shove to my feet and pull her into my arms before she has a chance to respond. I carry her to the living room couch and help her stretch out. But she clamps her thighs together.

“Show me,” I command. I have to see it, have to see the hole that belongs to me and only me. I’ll be the only man who knows her in this way.

Her anxious gaze searches my face. She still doesn’t understand just how breath-taking she is or what her body does to mine. But she will soon. She’ll know exactly how her man craves her when I’m giving her all nine inches and listening to her gasp my name.

She finally parts her thighs, revealing that little triangle of drenched curly hair between her legs. It’s taking all of my self-control not to feast on her right here and now. But this is about her and teaching her that I appreciate every inch of her body.

“Spread those pussy lips. Show off the cunt that belongs to me.”

Her cheeks flush bright pink but she does as I ask. Staring down at her naked form, awe and wonder course through me. Her curvy body is a masterpiece.

I drop to my knees beside the couch and lean close. She’s pink and swollen, her body telling me that she’s ready. Her essence is dripping down her ass crack and pooling beneath her. “You’re my well-behaved girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she whispers. Her voice is so strained that I know she’s close to the edge.

“This is what happens to my well-behaved girl.” I duck my head and lick a stripe through her slit.

Her honey flavor explodes across my tongue, delighting me.

I lick her again. I love the way she tries to scoot away from me, from the pleasure.

But she was meant to take it, so I wrap my hands around her thick hips.

She’ll take what I give her, and she’ll do it like the good girl I know she is.

As soon as her hips are immobilized, I dip my tongue into that perfect pink hole. The one where her cherry is just waiting for me. That’s all it takes for her to come, screaming down the house around me.

I keep eating her through it, even as she tells me she can’t take another one. But I know her. I know she’s strong enough to do this again. I lift my head to send her a warning glance. “You’ll take this, and you’ll do it right now.”

Then I’m back on her pussy, eating her like a starving man. I lick her swollen nub while driving two fingers roughly into her. I’m a big man and I won’t go easy on her when I’m inside. She’ll need to be ready to take her cowboy because this will be the ride of her life.

She finally cries out her release a second time and I stand to toss off my wet clothes. My cock is heavy and already leaking when I finally free him. I pump him harshly. “This is all for you.”