Page 8 of The Curvy Girl’s Lucky Cowboy (Cowboys Love Curvy Girls)

Chapter seven

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I clutch the bouquet of peonies, and tuck them behind my back. My heart thumps as I lean forward, peeking through the greenhouse window.

Inside, Riley’s animated, making broad gestures as she points at the five-gallon buckets of roses, explaining something to Antonia. Her hair swings with each enthusiastic nod.

I take a deep breath, push the door open with my shoulder, and step into the humid air. “Knock, knock.”

Riley spins around. Her eyes widen, and a squeal escapes her as her face lights up.

She tosses her gloves onto a nearby table and rushes toward me, her boots thudding on the concrete floor.

I barely have time to brace myself before she leaps into my arms. I tighten my grip on the bouquet, careful not to crush them, and hoist her off the ground, spinning her slightly as our lips meet in a warm, passionate kiss. “God, how I’ve missed you.”

“Good.” She beams, pushing onto her tiptoes to plant another kiss on my nose. Her gaze flicks to my arms. She breaks into a wide grin, tilting her head to sneak a peek of what I’m hiding. “Something back there for me, fine sir?”

I swing the bouquet forward with a flourish. “Anything for you, sweetheart.”

“Anything?” she teases, her eyebrows arching as she twirls a peony stem between her fingers.

“Anything.” I wink, leaning closer.

“Come.” She loops her arm through mine and tugs me toward a cluttered workbench near the sink.

“Thank you, by the way. These peonies are gorgeous, and not easy to grow, so they’re a real treat.

” She tucks a stray lock of hair behind her ear, leaving a smudge of dirt on her cheek, and starts rummaging for a vase.

Antonia, who’s been quietly stacking containers, glances up. “Want me to finish with our project?”

I turn, realizing I’ve barely acknowledged her. “Oh, I’m sorry.”

“You remember Bo, don’t you?” Riley asks, taking a vase off the shelf.

I step forward. “Please excuse my interruption. I have some unusually excellent news to discuss with Ms. O’Donnell.” I rest a hand on Riley’s shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“I heard. Yes, congratulations on the show.” Antonia grins, hoisting a container under each arm. “She told me all about Wild Vet . It’s going to be a big success. I just know it.”

I glance at Riley, who’s trimming the peony stems. Her lips curve in a guilty smile. “I guess good news travels fast,” I say, catching her eye and she winks at Antonia.

“So yes, you can go ahead and finish up those roses. There are only two left to plant,” Riley says, setting her shears down. “If you wouldn’t mind, I’d appreciate taking the rest of the day off so Bo and I can catch up.” She brushes her hands together, sending a dusting of soil to the floor.

“Sounds like a plan.” Antonia nods, striding out the door like a woman on a mission.

“So I get you for the entire afternoon?” I rest my elbow on the counter and watch Riley arrange the peonies like the professional she is.

“Why not?” She glances over her shoulder, her eyes sparkling. “That’ll give us hours together before I have to check on Mom. So I can congratulate you properly,” she sends me a sly smile before setting the vase of flowers on the counter.

“In that case, your chariot awaits. Leave the vase here. You’re coming to my place.” I gesture to the door with a dramatic sweep of my arm. “I also took the day off.”

“Whatever will we do with all that time together?” She teases.

“I’m sure we’ll think of something, but before another minute goes by, I have to kiss you again.” I lean down and whisper against her lips, “Seven days is too long to be away from you, Riley.” I close the distance, kissing her softly as she melts into me.

Riley’s hands slide up my chest, encircling my neck as she pulls herself closer.

Mine. My arms encircle her waist, drawing her flush against me before I kiss her deeply.

Her sweet mouth invites me in, and our tongues tangle in a wet, hot dance.

I moan, gripping her urgently as our kiss becomes more intense.

With her body pressed against me, I feel our hearts racing in sync until I’m ready to tear her clothes off, but this isn’t the place or time.

Our breaths mingle, unsteady and uneven as I reluctantly break from the kiss. “We should go.”

Riley nods. “Agreed. One more kiss like that and I’ll do something that will get me fired.”

“And that won’t work. You love this job,” I say, taking her hand and leading her out to my truck parked nearby. I open the passenger door for her, but before she can climb in, I need to taste her lips again.

“You’re a damn addiction. Do you know that? I ask, spinning her gently, pressing her against the vehicle with another passionate kiss.

“Bo,” her voice is barely audible. “You’re making it very hard for me to resist you.”

I grin, my thumb tracing across her bottom lip. “Good. Mission accomplished,” I murmur before giving her space to climb into the truck. I buckle her into the seat, and round the vehicle, adjusting my jeans as I walk, trying to alleviate the pressure of my erection throbbing against the seam.

I start the engine and pull out onto the road, heading straight to my place, a quick drive.

Riley rests her hand on my leg and traces small circles on my thigh, sending jolts of electricity straight to my groin.

I cover her hand with mine and squeeze it gently.

“You’re playing with fire, sweetheart,” I warn.

She grins at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Maybe I want to get burned.”

“Is that a promise?” I tease, barely able to focus on the road. The drive to my house is a sweet kind of torture. Her touch, her scent, her presence has me on edge, wanting more, as usual, but today everything changes between us.

“We’re going to your place, huh?” she asks innocently.

“I thought Hoot would make better company than your mother in this instance. For one, he doesn’t talk.” I chuckle, putting the gear in park and shutting off the engine. “I can’t stop thinking about you, Riley.” I admit, turning to face her. “You’re all I want.”

“I’m all yours, Bo.”

“I hope so.” We kiss again, before we drag ourselves into the house, kissing and clawing at each other’s clothes.

The glow of the setting sun, casts long shadows across the rustic furniture in my bedroom. Riley sits on the edge of the mattress. She looks up at me with her big green eyes filled with desire and I drink in the sight of her. “You’re finally in my bed where you belong.”

“Not for long.” She stands, and grips the hem of my shirt, pulling me closer. “Even though you’re probably moving to LA now that they’ve sold the show, I refuse to hold anything back from you.”

“But I’m not going anywhere,” I explain, letting her undress me. “I’d tell you if I was, and beg you to come with me.”

She stops and eyes me intently before breaking into a smile.

“Okay. I believe you.” I start to say something but she runs her fingers over my muscles with a moan, igniting a trail of heat across my skin, driving me beyond distraction.

I slip out of my T-shirt and loop my finger into the top of her jeans, tugging her closer to me.

“We need to get rid of these,” I say hoarsely, while slowly unbuttoning her.

Riley licks her lips and watches me unzip her and gradually pull her jeans all the way down her legs along with her panties.

She gracefully kicks them off her ankles, steps away and stands in front of me with her bare pussy and blouse.

I inhale a sharp breath, aching with desire to taste her, to sink my cock into her soft creamy body. “You’re so beautiful it hurts. What made you think I’d ever move away from you?”

“Business is business,” she says in a raw, tempting voice, tantalizingly taking all the time in the world to unbutton her shirt. “You and your crew actually did the impossible and managed to sell a show. I thought you’d prefer sunshine and Hollywood.” She lets her blouse drop to the floor.

“Fuck.” I can see the outline of her nipples through the thin fabric of her bra.

“Hollywood? Hell no. I prefer you. I prefer this.” I bend, grasping her waist and capture a nipple with my mouth.

She moans, rocking against me as I make it harder, tugging it with my teeth and tongue through the lace.

My cock is like a steel rod, leaking pre-cum, begging to be free from these jeans.

“The only business I have is making you come and beg for more,” I grunt, gently pressing her down on the bed.

I slip out of my jeans and return to her, starting at her feet.

I softly kiss her ankles, working my way up her calves as she squirms beneath me.

The smell of her arousal makes my dick throb with need.

“Bo,” she asks in a quiet voice, “What are you doing?”

“Do you trust me?” I push on the inside of her legs so she’s wide open for me.

“If you thought my thumb felt good, wait until you feel what’s next.

” I trace a path up her inner thigh and hear her breath hitch.

Her body tenses in anticipation. I move slowly, savoring every inch of her.

When my mouth touches the highest point of her thighs, she trembles, sucking in a breath as I part her folds with my finger sand slowly lick her swollen clit—

“Oh my God, Bo.” She rasps, arching her back off the bed, before resting her head on the pillow.

I take another long slow lick from the bottom to the top, stopping at her throbbing clit where she desperately wants me to stay.

Her thighs tighten around my ears, clamping me in place and I have no intention of going anywhere.

She rocks against my lips, begging for more friction while moaning, “Oh, please, please.” I splay my fingers on the flat of her stomach, holding her in place as I run my tongue over the tip of her nub before massaging it underneath the hood with gentle side-to-side motions.

Riley clenches the sheets and writhes under my mouth. I take my time, learning every fold, every crevice, what makes her gasp, what makes her scream in pleasure. She moans my name again and again as her sweet body coils like a spring about to release.

I increase my pace, tightening the circles I’m making, and pressing harder with my tongue around her clit. Her breath is a series of gasps mixed with groans. “I’m going to stretch you wide and fill you to the brim with my cock, you sweet thing. The louder you pant, the harder I’ll fuck you.”

“Oh God, do it.” She cries out, bucking her hips. “Please take me now.”

“Not until you come for me in my mouth. I want to taste your honey, baby, and you’re so close.”

“Oh god! Oh god!”

Her orgasm comes over her fast, almost doubling her over.

I hold her in place, still lapping and licking her clit, riding the wave with her.

She grips my hair, desperately crying out my name before her breathing normalizes.

I slow my movements, bringing her down gently, softly kissing her thighs, her stomach, her hips, before inching up over her body to her mouth.

She looks up at me with hooded eyes. “Bo, I need you. All of you.”

“You have me, sweetheart. All of me.” I kiss her deeply, knowing she can taste herself on my lips, and it only seems to ignite her desire more. I break away just long enough to take off my boxers as she watches me hungrily.

Her eyes widen as she takes in the sight of my erection before I crawl back onto the bed.

I get on my knees as she spreads her legs wide for me, tilting her hips up.

I fist my aching cock, and slide it up and down over her slippery clit, and groaning as I slowly push into her, filling her inch by inch.

She’s insanely tight. Her walls clasp me, drawing me in further. I’m about to lose it. I resist the urge and pause, giving her a chance to adjust before I begin to rock my hips against hers.

Riley groans, wrapping her legs around my waist before reaching behind me and grabbing my ass, pulling me closer, forcing me to sink all the way into her.

A grunt comes from my throat and I suck in a breath, forcing myself to hold it together.

After jacking off, fantasizing about Riley for a month, the pleasure of the real thing is almost unbearable.

I feel her nails dig into my back as we ride each other hard, bucking and rocking in desperation.

I kiss her again, our tongues tangling, our breaths mingling as we move together in sync. I shift, and make a trail of wet kisses down her neck, and suck on the sweet spot at the curve of her shoulder that makes her gasp.

Her moans fill the room as her tension builds with each thrust. I reach between us, find her creamy slick nub and circle it with my thumb.

Her eyes fly open, locking onto mine. “Bo,” she says under her breath, “I’m so close.”

“I feel it too, baby.” Her pussy grips my dick like a tight hug. The mattress squeaks faster, in time to our rhythm, with the headboard banging against the wall.

She arches her spine again, pushing her breasts against my chest. Her hard nipples graze my skin ass he moves with me, her muscles clenching around me. “Let go, Riley,” I whisper against her ear, straining and holding myself back. “Come for me, baby.”

“I am, I am …” She lets out a long moan as the climax rips through her.

She cries out again in pure ecstasy, squeezing and milking my cock.

I can’t last another minute, won’t last. I plunge into her deeper and harder, not holding back, with a feral, possessive voice repeating in my head. She’s mine.

My vision blurs, my muscles tensing as I reach the edge. With a final thrust, I come undone and spill my seed into her. Mine. “Riley,” I call out, the sound echoes through the room. I collapse on top of her, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm.

Her arms wrap around me, holding me close as our bodies begin to relax. I can feel her heartbeat against mine, our breaths syncing as we come down from the high together. I press soft kisses into her shoulder, wishing I could live in this moment forever.