Page 99 of Owned By The Cowboy

Blayne

She’s got one foot on the dash, and her hand wrapped around my thigh.

Reggie’s still lit up from the game, all wild eyes, high off Jaylen’s touchdown and the way the whole damn town lost its mind cheering. She hasn’t stopped smiling since we left the stadium, and it’s doing dangerous things to my self-control.

I pull up in front of the house and kill the engine. The porch light glows warm, and there’s no one waiting inside. Annalise is at her grandparents’. The teens are out. The house is quiet.

Reggie turns to me slowly. Her foot drops from the dash. Her fingers trail a little higher on my thigh.

“So…” she says, voice low. “You planning to feed me, or fuck me?”

“Both,” I chuckle, already getting out of the truck. “But not inthat order.”

She doesn’t even make it to the bedroom.

I catch her around the waist halfway down the hall and press her up against the wall, my hands already under her sweatshirt.

“You been teasing me all damn night,” I growl, dragging my mouth down her throat.

“You’ve been eye-fucking me since the third quarter,” she breathes, arching into me. “Your fault I couldn’t focus.”

“My fault?” I bite her earlobe, then kiss the sting away. “You wore those jeans on purpose.”

“I always wear these jeans.”

“Exactly.”

She laughs, but it’s cut off by a gasp when I grab her ass and lift her off the floor. She wraps around me like a damn dream, thick thighs, full hips, her arms around my neck.

“You know what I kept thinking during the game?” I ask, walking her backwards toward the bedroom.

“Tell me.”

“That you’re mine. That everyone in the bleachers could stare but only I get to come home with you.”

“Possessive much?”

“Babe,” I say, kicking the bedroom door open. “You moved into my house. I wake up with you every morning. We’re pastpossessive. You’re claimed.”

“Oh, my God.”

Our clothes hit the floor in record time. Her bra goes flying over my shoulder. Her panties? I rip them.

“You owe me a new pair,” she pants.

“I’ll buy you twenty, but you won’t need them…”

She moans, “Why?”

I drag my mouth down her belly and nuzzle between her thighs, licking her slow.

“Because I plan to keep you too wrecked to wear anything but a shirt and a smile.”

“Jesus, Baby…”

I take my time. She’s wet and sweet and already shaking by the time I push two fingers inside her, my mouth working her clit with lazy strokes. She comes fast, grabbing the sheets, saying my name like a chant. But I don’t stop. I don’t ever stop when it comes to her. I edge her twice more before I finally crawl up her body and press my cock against her entrance.

“You want it?”