Page 4 of My Cowboy Date (Lucky River Cowboys #3)

Wilder

Wet hair. Flushed skin. Makeup smudged. She’s so damn beautiful. And now that I’ve tasted her lips, I know I’ll walk around hungry until I can have more. When I reach her again, I drape the towel over her head, gently drying her hair.

She reaches to take it from me and my hands cover hers. We both go still. Coming through what I’ve experienced in life, I’ve learned to read people. Aspen wants me but her heart isn’t on board with that idea.

And I want this woman, but I want her to be emotionally engaged. I couldn’t have her and then not keep her. But I’m smart enough to sense that if I tell her that, she’s going to pull so far away from me she’d practically be in another zip code.

She dries her clothes the best she can and then we go talk to Albert. He doesn’t say anything for a long moment, then he finally says, “There’s a fence out back that needs to be fixed. I might be inclined to listen a whole lot better if that were repaired.”

Aspen’s shoulders slump but she straightens them and pastes on a smile. “Where are your tools?”

Fuck, no. I put my arm out in front of her to prevent her from moving forward when Albert starts telling her where they are.

“A man shouldn’t use a woman. It’s not right trying to take advantage like this.”

“Wilder,” Aspen starts to protect.

I know how eager she is to get the contract but double fuck no. I won’t stand by and let anyone use her.

Albert stares hard at me. I stare back.

Then he throws his hands up in the air. “Alright, let’s talk business.”

Aspen launches into all the reasons why signing a contract with our ranch would be the most beneficial to him and I’m impressed by her insight. She’s bringing up ways to improve the feed & seed’s business and increase his profits if he chooses the ranch.

By the time she’s done, Albert’s nodding. He reaches for a piece of paper and scribbles a number on it. “This is my lawyer. I’ll let him know your contract will be coming in. Once he goes over it, I’ll sign.”

Smiling, Aspen stands and shakes hands with him.

As we’re leaving, Albert says, “Some slick ass named Peter called me, wanting to do business. When I told him to come out and finish digging for me and then we’d talk, he said he’d find someone to hire to do it.

” He grins slyly. “I’m going to let him come out and fix the fence, then tell him I picked someone else to sign a deal with. ”

I’m laughing as I join Aspen and when I tell her what the older man said, she laughs. “I took the deal away from Peter.” She does a dance step on her way to the truck.

Once we’re driving back toward the ranch, she says, “He used to laugh in a condescending way when I’d talk about business ideas. Said he was the expert in making deals and maybe I should do something else with my life.”

“It seems to me that’s the way life goes too often. A man with limited ideas and brains wants to hold down someone who’s better and smarter.”

“Thank you,” she says. “You’re a good guy, Wilder.”

“I am.” I push out my chest in an exaggerated move. “I’m a good guy who’ll treat you with the respect you deserve.”

“Does that mean you don’t want to get in my pants?” she asks with a wink.

“Not so fast, honey. I can respect the nookie too.”

She laughs and we talk about other things, never running out of stuff to say. The trip back to the ranch flies by and after we arrive, I’m reluctant to part ways, but she says she needs to get some things done.

As she’s walking away, she stops then turns to face me, “You can call me tonight, if you want.”

If I want? I’m already dialing, honey. “I will.” I watch her walk off with that gentle sway of hips. Hips that I want to hold tightly to and let our bodies unite.

She’s out of sight now and I go back to work feeling like the rest of the day drags by. When my work is done and I’ve taken a cold shower thanks to some dirty thoughts about Aspen, I’m walking into my bedroom as my phone rings.

I check the screen. It’s her. Heart pounding, I sit on the edge of my bed. “Hey. I was going to call you in a second after I’m dressed.”

“Ooh…what are you wearing?” she teases.

“Nothing but a towel.”

She groans. “You don’t make it easy on a girl.”

I’m griping the phone so tightly I think I might crush it. I loosen my hold a little. “You like the thought of me in nothing but a towel?”

Aspen

“I do,” I tell him honestly as I pour myself something to drink and sit in the chair by the window. “I’m thinking there’d be a noticeable bulge.”

“Fuck.” He draws the word out in a groan. “I like it that you were thinking about my cock.”

“I’ve noticed that you appear to be adequate in that department. But I couldn’t say for sure since I haven’t seen it,” I tease.

“Adequate?” He chuckles. “If you want to know for sure, I can come over. Hell, I’ll run over so fast, I’ll pass my own damn self in a blur.”

I laugh. “Do you know what I really think about you?”

“Please say it’s the thought of introducing me to the nookie.”

I spew my beverage everywhere I’m laughing so hard now.

“Sadly, that doesn’t sound like a future invitation is in the works.”

I cough a few more times, then clear my throat. “What I really think about you is that you’re an amazing guy.”

“That doesn’t have the same zing to it that, “Wilder, you’re so huge, get over here with that cock” would.”

“I guess I’m hesitating because…”

“Because of your ex?” His voice is soft like he’s trying to offer comfort.

“No. It’s like when men talk about a fish that got away. It’s way bigger to hear them talk about it than in reality. I’m assuming the same applies with whether a cock is big or not.”

“You assume wrong about me, honey.”

I squeeze my legs together, trying to tamp down my desire.

“I wish I could invite you over, because I ache for you, but I’m a coward.

I’m afraid of falling for you and ending up hurt.

Plus, if we start something and it ends badly, it would be awkward to see each other around the ranch.

I’d feel like I needed to find another job and?—”

“Whoa, honey. Let’s address one issue at a time. You said you ache for me.”

“I do.”

“What do you wish I’d do to appease that ache?”

“I wish you would touch me.” I swallow. I can’t believe I’m talking this way to Wilder over the phone.

“Then let’s do this right now. What do you want me to touch you with?”

“With your fingers.”

“Tell me what else you want me to do.”

I breathe faster. “I want your eyes on me.”

“What do you want me to see?”

“I want you to see my naked breasts.”

“Okay, is your top off?”

I take off my pajama top. “It is now.”

“I see them. What beautiful tits. Your nipples are excited, and I’m touching them. I’m rolling them between my fingers now. Squeeze them yourself like I am.”

I bite my lower lip and pinch my nipples, whimpering with pleasure.

“Get louder or I’m going to have to spank you until you say my name.”

“I want to come,” I say, nearly feverish with desire.

“Wait,” he orders. “Open your window. I’m going to stand outside of it and listen to you as you pleasure yourself.”

Fuck! The thought of that drives me insane. I pull down my pajama bottoms and run my hand over my mound. “Hurry.” I haven’t had an orgasm in a long time and I’m beyond ready to have one while thinking of Wilder.

His breathing changes as I hear him walk outside and an engine starts up. “I’m in the truck. Keep touching your nipples.”

“I think I’m way behind that point,” I groan as open the window and strip off my panties.

“I’m driving like a bat out of hell. I’m almost there.”

His truck screeches to a stop and then he’s outside the cabin. “Drag a chair to the window and stand on it.”

I get one of the chairs from the small kitchen area and climb onto it.

“Turn the light on and put that pussy in the window.” He’s breathing harder and I see him outside, his face in shadow.

He removes the screen and sets it aside. “Yeah. Like that. Let me see those soft curls. I want to touch your beautiful body, but I won’t. You do it.”

I slide a finger between my folds and touch my clit. I look down at him and his eyes darken. He swallows hard.

“Correction, I will touch you. Come closer,” he says, leaning his face into the window.

I do as he says. I’m still a coward but I’m one with a need too strong to leave unquenched.

He opens his mouth, extending his tongue. “Put your pussy on my tongue.”

I line myself up with his mouth.

“Hands on the wall. Let me take it from here.”

“Wilder…” I tip my pelvis toward him and gasp when he latches on and suckles me, milking me with his lips and tongue. My fingers dig into the drywall and I moan.

My legs wobble. The sensation of him tasting me and ah…his tongue is inside me now and he’s pumping it in and out…

He brings his hands in the window to grip my ass. I thrust my hips, pull back, then thrust again. “Take this,” I say hoarsely. “Suck on me…oh…like that…”

“Put your hand on me…let me…let me…” And then I’m gone. Flying and shattering. Splintering into particles and floating away. My body jerks and Wilder holds me in place, pressing his face into me while fucking me hard with his tongue.

I say his name over and over and when I’m spent, I have to stop myself from telling him to come inside the cabin and stay with me from now on.

I’m about to ask him what I need to do for him, how he wants me to touch him to meet his need, when he says, quietly, “You are so fucking beautiful, Aspen and I haven’t stopped thinking about you from the second I met you. ”

The sounds outside that I couldn’t hear when I was in the heat of the moment make themselves known now, creating a crescendo of insect voices and the call of night birds.

“I keep thinking of you too and I want you to fuck me so badly…I want to feel you inside of me but?—”

“And that will happen,” he says. “I will take you at some point. But tonight was just for you because I wanted to give you pleasure. I wanted the taste of you on my tongue and in my memory.”

“You don’t want to anything else?”

“I don’t want you to jerk me off or give me a blow job. I want to fuck you, deep inside you, but not until after all your reservations are dealt with and you’re ready to give yourself to me without fear of what could happen in the future.”

“Wilder—”

“Goodnight, honey. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

I stay by the window long after his truck is gone. My body is satisfied but my mind and my heart are in a war battling over what I should do and feel versus what I’m afraid to acknowledge.