Page 114 of Buck ’Em Cowgirl

“Do you feel this?” he rasped. “No one else is gonna make you feel this way. You’re perfect, baby, every inch of you.”

“Y-yes,” I gasped. “It’s only ever been you.”

My heart pounded, desperate to make him understand that no one else had ever touched me the way he did, inside and out.

I shattered around him, clenching hard as my orgasm ripped through me. He groaned and thrust harder, chasing his release until his hips jerked and he pulled out.

“Open up,” he commanded.

I nodded eagerly, tongue out and waiting. He pumped his cock urgently. A guttural moan ripped from his chest as thick ropes of cum shot aggressively into my mouth, splattering against my tongue and the back of my throat. The force made me cough, but I swallowed greedily, not wasting a drop as he kept pumping, coating my lips and chin with the last spurts of his release. The air smelled of sex and sweat. I licked the corner of my mouth as his gaze darkened with possessive hunger.

We collapsed in a tangled heap, bodies slick with sweat and fluid. His arms wrapped around me as our ragged breaths began to slow, the heat of his skin grounding me in the aftermath.

“I’m never leavin’ again.” He trailed his hands down my naked side. “This body’s mine. This pussy’s mine. You’re mine. And I’m gonna spend every damn night of my life showin’ you just how much I need you.”

39

Beau

I scooped her up into my arms, her bare skin sticky against mine, and carried her into the bathroom. Neither of us spoke as I stepped into the shower with her, letting the hot water cascade over us.

She turned to face me, her green eyes heavy with exhaustion. Without a word, I grabbed the soap and lathered it between my hands before running my palms gently down her arms. I worked slowly, dragging my hands over her shoulders, down her back, across the curve of her hips, tracing the outlines of her body like I was committing every inch to memory. She took the soap next, doing the same to me—silent, deliberate, like we were washing away everything except this moment.

Once we were rinsed, I shut off the water and stepped out first, grabbing a towel and wrapping her in it. I rubbed the towel over her hair and down her shoulders, patting her skin dry with a care that surprised even me.

“Come on, Cowgirl,” I murmured, steering her out of the bathroom and toward the bed.

Her steps were slow, like her legs still hadn’t fully recovered. When we reached the edge of the mattress, I stopped her with a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“Sit,” I said quietly.

She lowered onto the edge of the bed without hesitation. I grabbed a clean shirt from my bag—a worn, soft black tee—and crouched in front of her.

“Arms up.”

She lifted her arms, and I slipped the shirt over her head, smoothing the fabric down her sides. The shirt fell below her thighs, drowning her petite frame in my scent, and something primal inside me stirred at the sight.

I stood and tugged back the covers. “Come on, Cowgirl. Let’s get you to bed.”

She slid under the sheets, curling up on her side as I slid in beside her. I expected her to turn her back to me, to create space now that the heat between us had cooled—but she didn’t. Instead, she shifted closer until her head rested against my chest and her hand splayed against my ribs.

“I guess I’m not going back to my room,” she whispered against my skin.

“Naw,” I murmured, brushing my thumb along her cheek until she tilted her face up to mine. Our eyes locked in the dim light of the room, and I lowered my head until our noses touched. “Never lettin’ you go.”

She sighed softly and nestled closer, and I wrapped my arm tightly around her.

Her breathing slowed as sleep pulled her under, but I stayed awake, my lips resting against the top of her head, heart beating a little steadier.

“You guys almost didn’t make it,” Harleigh said as Fable and I rushed onto the plane.

I’d switched my flight last minute so we could be on the same one back to Dallas. Dalton had my truck and my keys insisting on driving it down instead.

More time with her was all the excuse I needed.I wasn’t one to lie, but this? This was something I’d keep to myself.

“We slept in and⁠—”

Fable playfully punched Harleigh as she laughed, and we all slid into the same row—Fable in the middle, Harleigh by the window.