Page 25 of Big Bossy Cowboy


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My shirt is clinging to my chest, and my skin is warm from the afternoon sun. “And you’ll still like it anyway, dirty girl.”

My lips descend over hers devouring and claiming my treasure. She’s the most precious person in the world to me, and I love getting to show her that every day.

As my lips ravish hers, my hands are busy removing her clothes. There’s nothing I like better than seeing my woman in a pretty dress, except seeing that same pretty dress on the floor as she climbs onto my cock and rides me like the queen she is.

“Greer,” she moans my name when she’s standing in front of me in only a pair of little white panties.

I ease her onto the bed and make my way down her body, feasting on her pretty tits and kissing her stomach. She still struggles with liking her curves, but I’ve reassured her countless times that I find them sexy. Her body is perfect, and seeing it never fails to turn me on.

“You wanted me to come and eat this little pussy, didn’t you?” I ask as I ease her panties down and blow my breath across her slick mound.

“Yes!” The word is a shout as I spread her lips and lick her dewy slit. Fuck, she tastes amazing. Her musk is sweet and salty, just like my girl. I growl deep in my throat and feast on her for long minutes, working my tongue into her tight hole.

It’s not until she’s fisting the sheets and begging that I finally suck her swollen bud into my mouth and let her come. There’s no sound on earth like my woman’s breathy moans as she coats my tongue with her cream.

When she’s satisfied and panting, I crawl back up her body, pausing to place wet kisses everywhere. I worship this woman. She never has to ask for anything.

“That what you wanted, sweet girl?” I ask, my cock has turned to stone in my pants. He’s desperate to join the party, but I have a two-orgasm rule. She comes twice for every one of mine. She’s always trying to make me break that rule.

“It’s a start,” she says as she kisses me. She uses the moment of distraction to flip herself on top of me. Her knees go around my hips and it’s everything I can do not to thrust up. My body is desperate for the warmth of her hot cunt.

She rubs her wet pussy on my cock, closing her eyes to savor it. Fuck, there are few things hotter than watching my woman get off by using my body. Knowing it’s my cock she craves, that I’m the one person she wants in her bed is a turn-on like nothing else.

I grab her ass, squeezing her thick globes. “You better get over here and ride your man.”

She eases down slowly teasing both of us until there’s sweat rolling down my back and my balls are so damn tight that I’m near exploding. When our bodies are finally sealed tightly together, I breathe a sigh of relief. Being inside of Evie is where I belong.

“Lean close. Let me taste your tits,” I say as her enticing breasts are finally within reach. I wrap my lips around one nipple while my fingers go to work on the other one.

Slowly, we find our rhythm, groaning and panting together as we come in a tangled, sweaty mess. It’s explosive and hot and so damn good.

She slumps against my chest when it’s over, her breathing still erratic. I rub slow circles around her back. “You took my cock so well. You’re such a good girl.”

We stay intertwined for long moments until I finally carry her to the bathroom and clean us both up in a shower. Well, I try to clean up. First, I bend her over and fuck into her from behind. Then I wash her cute little body.

After, I wrap her in a towel and carry her back to our bedroom. I realize I left the shower water running and leave the room to shut it off.

When I return, I bump into the nightstand on Evie’s side of the bed. It’s always piled high with books and papers. She’s constantly reading something, though she rarely lets me know what it is. I’ve let her have her secrets, figuring she’s probably into the romance book club in town.

But what comes crashing from the nightstand isn’t a stack of steamy books. It’s textbooks that she quickly rushes to scoop up. The topics include basic algebra and writing essays. Maybe it’s stuff she’s helping the boys with.

I grab some of the papers and see her handwriting. She has pages and pages of notes. This goes beyond the boys. “What is this, Evie?”

“Just put it back,” she says softly. Her cheeks are pink, and she won’t look at me. She’s staring down at the rug like it’s the most interesting thing in the world.

I put my hand on her face and tip it up so I can see her expression. “No shame between us. Not ever. What’s going on here?”

Her chin wobbles. “I was…it’s stupid, OK? Can we forget about it?”

“No, we can’t. Now tell me what’s on your mind.”

She steps away from me, wrapping her arms around herself. She’s still wrapped in her towel. I want to grab her wet curls and tug on one. Then I want to tease her until she smiles again and remind her that it’s always going to be the two of us against the world.

“Do you remember I said that Martha has been talking about retiring in a few years? It got me thinking…I like the clinic. I get to help out sometimes. Not with the official stuff because I’m not trained, but maybe if I had the education. Maybe…I might…could be…you know, a nurse.”

My woman has the heart to help out the people of Courage County. She has the biggest heart of anyone I know. “That sounds like a great idea.” I think for a second. Dr. Cash started the clinic to give back to the townspeople. I can’t imagine that he wouldn’t be supportive of her going to school and becoming a nurse. “What did Cash say?”

“I haven’t brought it up to him or anyone. You’re the first person I mentioned it to,” she admits, sounding small. “I can’t tell Cash yet. I can’t tell anyone. I didn’t…what I mean is I started looking after the boys when I was just fifteen.”

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