Page 7 of My Cowboy Date (Lucky River Cowboys #3)

Aspen

His words knock me for a loop, and I scramble out of the truck, forgetting to close the door behind me. My legs are shaking, and my mind is scrambling to put this information together.

I love him too, but I never expected him to love me in return and it’s like a dream come true. I feel happy though scared at the same time. Happy that he feels the same but scared because every love I’ve known, something has happened, and it ended. Ended with me in tears, my life shattered.

Wilder comes around the tailgate of the truck and shuts the driver’s side door. He’s handsome, sexy and my everything.

“Don’t run away, Aspen. I won’t hurt you.” His deep voice is soft and soothing.

“I’m not running, and I know you’d never hurt me.” Nervous, I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear and shiver though it’s not chilly out at all.

He notices and says, “Let’s go inside.” He takes the key from me and unlocks the front door. “I’m not expecting anything from you. I just wanted to be honest with you. And you don’t have to love me back but…just don’t tell me that I can’t love you because I won’t be able to stop.”

“And I want to be honest with you. I’m in love with you, too.”

His eyes widen in delight. “You are?”

“I’m so ferociously, deeply, wildly in love that it scares me.”

“Why?”

“I guess because I’m afraid of something bad dropping into my life again. I know you’d never break my heart but if something happens to us…”

He pulls me into his arms. “Because I know my own heart, I can promise you that I’ll love you forever and if you’re scared and later end up wanting to run, I promise I won’t let us go down without a fight.”

He hugs me tightly, then guides us to the sofa where he sits close beside me, his leg pressing against mine.

I’m hit with a wave of longing to know everything about him. Which side of the bed he likes to sleep on. How he likes his breakfast. What his favorite drink is. What his favorite song is. His hobbies. His dreams…

“Tell me three things about you currently,” I say.

He puts his arm on the back of the sofa and rests his hand on the side of my arm. “I’m hardworking, faithful and the handsomest cowboy in Texas.”

I laugh. “True. Now tell me three things about you before I met you.”

His easy grin fades and his eyes darken.

“I spent years in a place called The Gentle Children’s Home.

It was a place with little oversight, and I experienced a lot of dark times there.

Because of that, I can’t stand bullies and after leaving there, the times I’ve encountered situations like that, I’ve lost my shit and gotten into fights. ”

My heart squeezes at the thought of what he’s not saying, how he’s glossing over what’s clearly painful for him. “That’s not your fault.”

“I know. That place…I was often told I wasn’t worth loving and sometimes I’d get locked up in a windowless room or closet and left for I don’t know how long. Then someone on staff would come by to let me out and laugh and say I’d been forgotten. Happened with food too.”

As he speaks, tears fill my eyes and roll down my face.

“Because of that, I started to hate being alone. I’d chase after my brothers yelling for them not to forget about me.”

I get to my feet, not wanting him to talk any more about the hell he went through because I can see how it affects him.

“Where’d you put the keys to your truck?

I’m going to find that place and I’m going to make them pay for what they did to you.

I’ll kick every ass there to get to the ones that hurt you. ”

He stands and takes my clenched fists into his hands, rubbing my hands until I relax them. “It’s okay, honey. The place closed down.”

“I can’t erase what you went through.” I take his face in my hands, look hard into his eyes and say firmly, “I will never forget about you.”

Wilder

She said she’d never forget about me. That pulls at bonds that have kept me prisoner and breaks them, casting them aside and I’m falling. Falling so much deeper in love with her. This woman who’s my heart, and who’s part of my soul now.

I get a lump in my throat and I’m standing here thankful that I met her, thankful that she loves me, thankful for the future I’m going to have with this woman.

As if she can sense I’m struggling with the weight of my emotions, she starts talking about things she appreciates in life. Then she says, “After my parents’ car accident, I raised Arizona alone.”

I rub her back while she speaks. I’ve heard some of this because of her sister, Arizona, posing as her for a while to work as ranch manager, but I haven’t heard all of it.

“When we ended up losing the family home and having to move out of it, that was so hard. For years there was never enough money to do anything other than survive. I was eighteen suddenly raising a teenager.”

My heart breaks for the grief I hear in her voice.

“I dealt with a handsy boss and a sleazy landlord…”

“If you give me names, I can give them both an attitude adjustment.”

She shakes her head. “I dealt with it when it happened, and we both made it through that and now I stand here in front of you a little bit scarred, a lot wiser and so sexy it surprises me.”

I laugh and swing her around. “Sooo sexy…”

She pushes at me when I start to kiss her. “Wait a minute.” Crossing the room, she chooses an album from a stack and loads it onto an old record player. “I love old music,” she says as she makes her way back to my arms.

“There’s something about it that makes me feel free.” She turns her back to me and sways down to the floor and back, bumping her ass against my body as she does.

I grip her hips and sway with her. “Those are the kinds of moves that are my favorites.”

Aspen bends and touches the floor, and I push my cock against her ass.

“Take this, cowboy. Take it fast and hard.”

I don’t need any clearer instructions. I push her dress up to her waist and lower her panties to her ankles before removing them. Then I drop my pants, leaving my shirt on before taking my eager cock into my hand.

I guide myself between her cheeks and when my cock brushes against her wetness, I have to hold myself back from entering her. This time between us is one that I want to drag out. I want to make love to her throughout the night.

Putting my hands under her armpits, I pick her up and slide her onto my cock a little at a time and she makes an aah sound as she’s going down. I rest her on my cock, thrilling at the feel of being inside her warmth. She’s hot and tight, fitting around my member like a glove.

And then it hits me out of the blue that I didn’t think about protecting her and I feel like an asshole. “I’m sorry,” I rasp out. “I didn’t think about a condom.”

“I’m on birth control,” she says breathlessly and squeezes her pussy around me and I’m in fucking ecstasy.

I walk across the room to the fireplace. “Grip the mantle. There’s my girl. Pull up and then slide back down. Like that.”

“That feels so good,” she says. “And you feel so thick.”

I put a hand at the base of her throat. “Is this okay?”

“So fucking okay. Hold me and ride away.”

I grip her and push in deep, drawing a loud groan from her. “I hope you’re into multiple orgasms, honey because I’m not about to single digit you tonight. I want you on the bed, feeling like you’re so spent you don’t even have enough muscle strength to turn over.”

She presses her weight on the mantle and lifts herself up, then glides back down my cock.

“Is your clit loving this? Hmm? Do I need to change anything?”

“No…” She moans.

“Hold on, honey.” I move away from the fireplace and walk still buried in her to the rug in the center of the room where I carefully lower us.

“Get on your hands and knees.” I put my hands on her ass, sliding my cock deep in, then pulling almost out.

“See how wet you are? My cock is soaked in your juice.”

I push into her while using one hand to cup her tit. “Oh, you like that?” I ask when she murmurs. “Then how about this?” I tug her nipple then switch my attention to her other tit. “These are meant for my hands. For my touch.”

Her ass clenches.

“No, honey, don’t come. I want to make this better for you.”

“Okay,” she pants out, “what do you want me to do?”

“You tell me what you want me to do.”

“Stay in me and fuck me while I crawl to the bed.”

“My dirty cowgirl.” I lean down to lick her ear. “One wrong move and you’ll get hurt that way.”

“Let’s try at least.”

I’m not having that. I pull out of her, and she says my name unhappily.

“Tough.” I pick her up to carry her into the bedroom. “I won’t take chances with you getting hurt.” I put her down on the bed.

“Oh, so you’re that kind of cowboy. Protective and bossy.”

“You forgot to add well-hung.”

“Oh, my bad. Well-hung. You’re sooo well-hung.”

I laugh.

“Take your shirt off. I want you to see your muscles bulge when you’re pushing inside of me.”

“Of course. It’s important to focus on the bulge.” I take off the shirt so fast I’m sure I popped a few buttons.

She runs her fingers through my hair. “I love your sense of humor. I love your sexy body. I love your personality and ah…” she lets out a gasp when I thrust into her.

“I know…you also love my cock.”

“I do,” she says, thrusting her hips up to meet mine. “It’s so fucking perfect. So big and when you’re in me, you’re filling me so deep.”

“You like that?” I take her nipple between my lips and nip at it.

“Oh…yes…”

I push my cock into her. “Then say you want more.”

“More,” she says immediately.

“You want me touching your ass? Yeah?” I ease a finger between her ass cheeks and stroke the valley there.

She thrashes her head from side to side. “Wilder…”

“I know, honey…you want to give me that come, don’t you?”

“I do…I do…”

“What do you say?”

“More, more…more…please…right there…” She arches her back, pushing her pelvis down and I drive into her, finding my own release jointly while she cries out my name.

Afterward, we snuggle together in bed, catching our breath and resting. Once we work up the energy to move, we shower together, planning to call it a night and sleep wrapped in each other’s arms.

Except I haven’t had enough of her, and she hasn’t had enough of me and we end up loving the night away.

Then we’re both exhausted and though she falls asleep with her head on my chest, I find sleep won’t come for me.

I’m too busy making plans to secure a future with this woman.

The only thing left is to get her to say yes.