Page 37 of Revelry (Cowgirls Do It Better #2)

Tate

“No, you’ve got it wrong. It’s body roll, arm twirl, thrust, thrust then make it rain!” Leo groaned.

“Sorry, I think me and Jack collided and then I got lost,” Max huffed, running a hand through his dark hair.

“No wonder you’re struggling, you’ve got your chaps on back to front,” I sighed, looking at Max’s waist.

Max glanced down. “How the hell did that happen?”

“It’s a belt Max, it’s not hard. Do better,” Jack scolded, but his lips lifted with humor as he went over and righted them, looking like he was dressing a child.

We were packed into Jack’s small log cabin, practicing for the Cowboylesque show which was getting perilously closer, and we weren’t getting any better. The furniture had been pushed back so we had the floor. Daisy perched on the end of the couch assessing us, with Teddy, Jack’s dog.

“I don’t know why I can’t get it. The choreography isn’t hard,” Jack moaned. “It’s the arm twirl.”

“Show me your twirl,” I said. Jack lifted his arm and tried to twirl it over his head but his wrist seemed to go one way and his arm the other.

Leo shook his head. “That looks really weird, dude.”

“See!” Jack exclaimed and huffed in frustration. “I quit!”

“Hey, come on, you were so excited. Don’t quit now.”

“Yeah, and Daisy won’t let you quit. Isn’t that right, Daze?” Leo said, throwing a look to Daisy who nodded as she popped her gum. A muscle twitched under my eye but I ignored the gum popping, because right now, my new friend needed me.

“You cowboy, right? On the ranch?” I asked, staring at Jack.

“Yeah?”

“So think about it like roping cattle. Pretend you’ve got the lasso in your hand.” I demonstrated, lifting my arm up above my head and waiting for Jack to copy my stance. When he did, he held his other hand at his waist like he was holding the coil of rope.

“Right, now swing the rope round and round like you’re about to release to catch that cattle. That’s it, just like that!” I enthused as he started getting the hang of it. “Now, loosen up your hips a little bit, you’re moving like you’ve been on a horse for five days straight.”

Slowly his muscles seemed to unclench and he got in a better flow, his arm twirling perfectly. “Now thrust, and again!” He completed the motions and the excitement in the cabin grew as the others joined in. “Now what do we do, Leo?”

“We make it rain !” he cheered. We all did, dropping to our knees in the end pose.

“Yes boys!” Daisy cheered, clapping her hands and Teddy barked excitedly. “Again!”

We repeated the choreography over and over again until we were panting, sweating and grumbling but finally we looked in good shape.

My OCD was loving the repetition, continuing until we got it right, until it was perfect. Especially with us all so in sync, my mind was practically singing. Joy flowing through my veins. I was trying to ignore the actual ‘doing this in public’ thing, as then I would start to panic.

We said goodbye and went our separate ways. I removed my chaps and got into my truck ready to head home.

My blood pounded when I pulled onto our street and spotted Gertrude’s pink VW and her house lights on. She was home. But what surprised me was that my own lights were on too. I knew for sure I hadn’t left them on, not with my regimented routine.

I got out of my truck and grabbed my bag. I didn’t need to unlock my door, I just pushed it open and immediately heard the caterwauling coming from the kitchen. I stored my bag and stood in the doorway, watching Gertrude dancing around, barefoot in my kitchen, singing her lungs out.

Leaning against the frame, a smirk crept onto my face as I watched her twerking, hips swinging while she stirred and dipped her finger into the bowl then slid it into her mouth. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she sighed.

“God, I’m good.”

The longer I watched her, the more natural it felt to have her in my place.

She looked so at home, cream smeared across her cheeks, her wild curls held back by a red bandanna.

Her legs and feet bare. Her shorts shorter than would be natural for winter.

Her lumberjack shirt oversized and slipping off one shoulder.

I grunted when I noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra and that grabbed her attention.

She spun towards me and shrieked, dropping the bowl she was mixing. It shattered and cream splashed across the floor and up her legs.

“Tate, you scared me!” My pint-sized beauty had the audacity to glare at me.

I pushed off the doorframe. “Sugar, you broke into my home. I’m the one who should be scared.”

Her hands popped onto her hips. “I didn’t break in .”

I raised a brow at her, and she shrugged. “I stole your key and made a copy so I could shower when you weren’t here. Ya know, because of avoiding you and all that.”

I chuckled. “Of course you did.”

Her eyes dipped to my mouth before her cheeks flushed prettily, and I wondered what she was thinking. I opened my mouth to ask her, but she broke out of whatever spell she was under and looked about her. She started to move but I didn’t give her a chance.

“Careful, don’t cut your feet.” I swept her up and placed her onto the kitchen counter while I looked around at the mess. My brain took it all in, little alarm bells ringing in my ears as I saw how far the cream had splashed. Across the floor, up the cabinet doors.

Gertie struggled behind me. “Tate, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make a mess. I’m so sorry.”

I squeezed my eyes shut. “It’s fine, Gertrude. Don’t worry about it,” I said, hating that she was so apologetic over a simple accident. “I’ll just get something to clean it up with.”

I turned back and spied a cloth just behind her. I reached around her, putting us face to face and she inhaled sharply, her violet blues widening as I invaded her space.

My eyes roved over her, lost in her features. “Are you hurt?” I rasped.

She shook her head softly, a curl escaping the bandana and dancing over her forehead.

I brushed it away, watching it spring back into place with complete fascination.

I tugged on it gently and watched it bounce back before I trailed my fingers down her cheek and jaw.

I lifted her chin so her eyes met mine. So much heat was reflected back at me that I felt my entire body engulfed in flames.

My stare dipped to her mouth, puffy and round and I plucked her bottom lip, tugging it down. A whimper slipped from her and my cock responded immediately to the sound. My eyelids fluttered closed, and I rested our foreheads together, our breaths mingling.

“Tate,” she whispered. My eyes popped open and clashed with hers. The next thing I knew, her hands were sliding into my hair, tugging me towards her mouth. I went willing, eagerly and devoured her.

I ate at her, sipping her lips and nibbling, swallowing her moans and tangling our tongues until we both pulled back, chests heaving.

“I want to have fun.”

Her eyes darkened as she caught my meaning. “What kind?”

“The adult kind.”

Her throat bobbed with a swallow. “I want that too.”

Her admission almost broke me. I’d been dying for this woman for what felt like so long, since I was sixteen. I’d never wanted anyone like I wanted Gertrude and it scared me as much as it excited me.

She excited me.

She fizzled in my veins and lit a fire in my belly that hadn’t existed before. I stepped back, ready to help her off the counter and then remembered the mess on the floor. My brain tried to interfere and ruin the moment. So many thoughts rushing it to clean it, mop it, wipe it, just get rid of it!

I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, trying to calm my thoughts and I clicked my fingers once…twice…

Gertrude took my hand in hers, stopping me from clicking a third and final time.

“Don’t finish, Tate. Please. Finish me instead,” she begged and brought my hand to her mouth, kissing the palm and then sliding her tongue over my fingers in a spine-tingling swirl. I knew she was distracting me and it was working.

I’d take her brand of positive reinforcement any damn day of the week.

“Take me to bed, please?” she whispered, sucking my two fingers and a strangled curse flew from my lips before I lifted her off the counter and was racing for the stairs. I jogged up them, bouncing her in my arms and made it to my bedroom, dropping her onto my bed.

My hungry gaze roved over her. She was all tidy and buttoned up but I wanted her in her natural state, wild and free.

I pulled her bandanna off, releasing her mane. Then I gripped her hips and tugged her to the end of the bed, pulling her shorts down and flipping her over, desperate to see that ass of hers again.

Peach satin panties covered her round rump and I gave it a slap that had her head falling onto her arms and cursing. I ran a finger down the middle, following it under and found the satin material already damp.

“Yes, Gertrude,” I huffed in approval.

She cursed and then I flipped her back over, her hair falling over her face. I grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled, popping it open all the way up and exposing her bare chest.

She gasped but I couldn’t move. My eyes trailed over her round hips, her soft belly and up to the prettiest tits I’d ever seen.

Round, full and heavy with dusky nipples that practically begged to be licked.

I must have stared too long as she squirmed under my watchful gaze, and a possessive feeling overtook me.

“Who’s shirt is this?” I grunted.

She shrugged one shoulder, her breast swaying and distracting me. I wanted to see how they moved when she rode me.

“You only wear my shirts from now on.” I pulled her up to a sitting position and removed the rest of the shirt, balling it up and tossing it over my shoulder.

“Yes, Dr. Wilder,” she pouted.

“Oh Jesus, don’t say that,” I groaned, falling forward over her.

“Don’t say what, Dr. Wilder?” Her innocent stare unravelled me further. I cupped her pussy, heat radiating from her.

“You know exactly what you’re doing.”