Catching the Cowboy Read online

  “They’re free to watch me pleasure you.” I flash her a cocky smile as I grip her hips. “Everyone went to the diner for lunch today,” I tell her. “We have an hour, at least.”

  She perks an eyebrow. “And you didn’t go with them? Aren’t you hungry?” The way she so sweetly asks gets my dick hard.

  “Oh, sweet Rowan.” My gaze rolls down her tempting body. “Starving.”

  My fingers reach for the top of her jean shorts, and she watches as I slowly unbutton them, then lower the zipper.

  “What are you doin’?” she asks with a grin.

  “I told you…I’m hungry.” I throw her a wink, then drop to my knees. “And you’re just what I’m craving.”

  As I slide her shorts down, my cock throbs at the sight. I look up as Rowan snags her bottom lip between her teeth while keeping her hands steadily planted on the saddle behind her.

  “You okay with this, Row?” I ask, digging my boots into the floor as I balance my weight in front of her.

  She nods with a half-smile. “No one’s ever…” Rowan nervously clears her throat. “But I want you to.”

  I tilt my head at her, wondering if she’s fucking with me or not. “What do you mean, no one’s ever…?”

  “The few guys I’ve dated didn’t do that.”

  “Wait. Are you kiddin’? That’s what they told you, or they never offered?”

  “Both.” She shrugs as if she’s embarrassed.

  Standing to my feet, I hold her face in my hands and press my lips to hers. She melts against me, wrapping her fingers around my wrists as I slide my tongue inside her mouth.

  “That’s because before me, you were with boys, not a man.” I smirk, excited I’ll be the first and only to taste her that intimately. “Another first kiss of yours I get.”

  Rowan chuckles, then nods. “I’m glad it’s you.”

  I press a quick kiss to her mouth before lowering my body again. Not knowing how soon the rest of the workers will return, we don’t have a lot of time to waste.

  When I brushing my lips to the inside of her thigh, she shudders. I’ve barely touched her, but she’s so goddamn responsive; it won’t be long before she’s coming on my tongue.

  “Widen your legs, baby,” I tell her. She obliges, and I tease her first, kissing her skin and sliding my tongue on her clit over her panties.

  She arches her hips toward me, groaning and holding my head in place. I love how vocal she is, and the way she responds to my touch sends a jolt of electricity through me. I want to please her more than anything, but I also want to taste her.

  Pulling back slightly, I gaze up at her and watch as she licks her lips. Her eyes burn into mine, and I know she’s ready.

  I slide her thong down, and she steps out of it, baring herself for me. She watches as I tuck it into my pocket, giving me a teasing side-eye.

  “What do you think you’re doing with that?”

  “Keepin’ my prize.”

  “And what do you plan to do with it?”

  I lean in close, then rub the tip of my nose along her thigh, inching toward her pussy. “Savor it till the day I die.”

  She chuckles, spreading her legs in response.

  “Fuck, Row.” I slide my tongue up her slit and circle her clit. “I can’t get enough of you.”

  “Mmm…” Her sweet voice vibrates. “More. We’re on a time limit here,” she reminds me.

  I laugh at her urgency, then dive in.

  Licking, sucking, fucking her with my tongue.

  It’s better than I could’ve ever imagined.

  Her moans echo through the room, burning a fire within me so deep, I’m not sure how to control myself when I’m this worked up around her. The desire to be near her, touch her, kiss, and love her hits me so strong, I want her to feel me for days.

  Gripping the back of her thighs, I squeeze hard as I feast on her like my last meal. Sliding a finger inside her tight cunt, I thrust in and out as I suck on her clit. She grinds against my tongue as she throws off my hat and digs her nails into my hair. I smile in amusement as I feel her buildup start to soar.

  “Oh my God. I’m so close.”

  “Yes, baby. Just like that.” I flick my tongue and increase my pace, finger fucking her harder and faster until she jerks her body and shakes against me. She unravels, hissing through her teeth as I relentlessly taste her.

  I adjust my body between her legs and spread her pussy wider, not wanting to let her go just yet.

  “Adam…” she whispers. “You’re going to get us caught.”

  Sliding my tongue up her slit, I taste her arousal, sucking on her clit. Rowan rides my face as I drive her to another orgasm. Her hands shake as they rest on my shoulders, and she’s only seconds away from giving me more of what I want.

  The moment she claws her nails into my skin, I know she’s there. Her body jerks as I release her clit, then press a kiss above it.

  “I’m a selfish man. I wanted more.” I wink, licking my lips.

  With a satisfied smirk, she shakes her head at me. “That was…crazy.”

  Knowing I was her first fills me with pride and possession. I want to be the only one to ever touch and taste her down there forever.

  “Best damn lunch break I’ve ever had,” I tease. “Same time tomorrow?”

  Rowan laughs, then rolls her eyes. “I need to get out of here before someone catches us.”

  I help her back into her shorts, then stand. “You should let me take you out this weekend. I’m off on Saturday and work Sunday evening. We can plan a sleepover since I know you’re not working,” I tease.

  She retreats a step and side-eyes me. “Take me out? Like on a date?”

  “Yes, ma’am. Dinner, dessert, a walk under the stars.”

  She snorts. “You and me?”

  Tilting my head, I hold back a smirk. “You gonna make me beg, woman?”

  “I’m just trying to imagine you, Adam Hayes, taking a girl out on a romantic date, and…I’m just not seeing it.” Rowan shrugs with a grin.

  “That’s because you haven’t experienced it yet.” I pull her back to me, wrapping my arms around her waist. “So whaddya say? We’ll go into San Angelo and stay at a hotel. It’ll be romantic as fuck.”

  She laughs, and I beam with excitement when she finally agrees. “Okay, I suppose I could spare a night.”

  “And the morning after.” I wink.

  Before Rowan leaves, I peek outside the barn to make sure the coast is clear. The guys aren’t back yet, but our time together is coming to an end. They’ll be here any minute.

  “Alright, I think you’re good to go,” I tell her, then give her one last kiss.

  “Text me later tonight.”

  “What are you talkin’ about? I’m gonna text you in five minutes.”

  She chuckles as she walks backward out of the barn, looking at me, then spins around and goes out the side door.

  I wait a few minutes before leaving, staring at my phone at a text Riley sent, then stop in my tracks when I see Rowan and Maize are talking outside.

  They both stop and look at me.

  “What?” I blink.

  “What are you doing?” Maize asks.

  “Going to my truck. What are you doin’?”

  “I meant, what are you doing in there?” She points at the barn behind me.

  “I was putting some shit away. That okay, nosy?” I taunt, walking toward them while trying to act normal. “What’s it to you?”

  “Because I watched Rowan coming out of there, and when I asked her if she saw you, she said she hadn’t…” Maize looks at Rowan, then to me.

  I shrug. “I was in the tack room.”

  “Hmm.” She folds her arms, narrowing her eyes.

  Glancing at Rowan, I can see her cheeks heat and her nostrils flare, which means she’s nervous.

  “Why were you lookin’ for me anyway?”

  “Oh, right.” She clears her throat. “I need some muscles to help me lift a large box of
flour, and it looks like you’re the only one around. Literally everyone’s gone.”

  I chuckle and raise my arm, showing off my bicep. “By help, you mean, do it for you?”

  Maize rolls her eyes. “Never mind. Put your ego away. I bet Rowan and I can handle it.”

  Shrugging casually, I walk around them. “Alright.” Then I look over my shoulder and grin. “Remember to lift with your legs.”

  “Asshole,” I hear Rowan mutter, then smirk when Maize looks away.

  Diesel: Are you packed?

  Rowan: If by packed you mean a bag of Starbursts and my cowboy boots, then I’m good to go!

  Diesel: Well, darlin’, you won’t be needing much else anyway :) I’m almost to Wyatt’s. You leaving soon?

  I’m driving us to San Angelo, but since her parents think she’s staying with a friend, she can’t leave her truck at home or anywhere they’ll see it. But since Wyatt lives in Eldorado, he’s letting her park it in his garage. He’s the only person who knows about us, and I trust he’ll keep it that way until we’re ready to announce it.

  Rowan: Be there in 10! Had to find my lucky thong.

  Diesel: The red one, I hope?

  Rowan: You’ll have to wait and see ;)

  I love the way she always makes me laugh. Chuckling, I shake my head and park my truck on the street outside Wyatt’s apartment. I send him a text so he knows I’m here and can give me his garage opener.

  “You two gonna finally bang tonight?” he asks the moment he comes up to my window.

  “Shut the hell up and give me the opener,” I say, holding out my palm.

  “I’ve had to listen to you talk about Rowan Bishop for months, so the least you could do is give me the details.”

  I roll my eyes, ready to sucker punch the idiot. “Not happenin’. Go back to your Pornhub.”

  “Just fuckin’ with ya. Relax.” He digs into his pocket, then hands it over to me. “Tell her to park it in nice and slow…”

  “For fuck’s sake, don’t make me kick your ass.”

  Wyatt laughs, and when I try to smack him, he retreats. “Okay, for real, though. Have fun. Wear a condom.”

  He waves when Rowan’s car comes into view, and I open the garage for her. She turns in, and I go and meet her.

  “Hey, Cowboy.” She hops out and immediately wraps her arms around me.

  “Hello, yourself.” I pull her closer and press my lips to hers. “I’ll grab your stuff so we can get outta here.”

  I put her bag in my truck next to mine, then open the passenger door for her.

  “So gentlemanly,” she teases as she sits and fixes her sundress.

  “My thoughts are anything but gentlemanly.” I waggle my brows as I stare at her bare legs. “Especially with you wearing that.”

  She blushes and shakes her head at me.

  “Ready?” I ask after I get in the driver’s side.

  “Yep! If anyone asks, I’m visiting my friend Camila this weekend.”

  “Camila? Got it.” I smirk.

  “Do you remember in high school when Thomas Blake asked me to junior prom?” she asks as I turn on the main road that leads out of town.

  I look at her confused. “Huh?”

  “Thomas Blake,” she repeats. “The quarterback of the football team,” she clarifies, though I know exactly who she’s talking about. The asshole I nearly punched in the face after I found out he’d asked her.

  “What about him?” I tighten my grip on the steering wheel, hoping she’s not about to confront me about something in the past.

  “I’ve just been doing some thinking lately and wondering why no guys asked me out until my senior year because the day after Thomas did, he canceled.”

  I feel her staring at me.

  “Huh. Weird.”

  “Yeah,” she draws out the word. “Weird.”

  I finally look at her. “You think I had something to do with it?” I lift a brow, feigning innocence.

  “I’d be willing to bet money you did.” She crosses her arms, glaring. “I started to put it together the other day, especially when I asked Riley about it, and he looked at me like I’d grown a second head. So that only leaves one other option…”

  “That you just weren’t that nice in high school, and no guy wanted to date you?”

  She smacks my arm so hard, I actually groan and pull away from her. “See?”

  “Don’t play dumb!” She points her finger and narrows her eyes at me. “I know you must’ve said or done something to make sure no one ever asked me out. It’s no coincidence that once you graduated, a few guys finally did.”

  I inhale a deep breath and readjust myself in the seat. “It was for your own good, Rowan.”

  “Oh my God!” she screeches. “I knew it!”

  “Okay, geez. Take it down an octave, babe.”

  “I can’t believe you…” She pouts and looks out the window.

  Reaching over, I grab her hand and thread my fingers through hers. “You can’t be mad. That was years ago, and we’re together now, so…you’re welcome.”

  Slowly, she turns her head toward me as though she’s possessed. Her eyes are squinted so tight that I’m waiting for her to blow me up with her lazers.

  “You’re really mad I told some punks to stay away from you?” I pop a brow.

  She continues glaring, but it’s so damn cute, and I can’t help but laugh at how adorable she acts when she’s upset.

  “This isn’t funny!”

  “Alright, fine.” I bring our locked hands to my lips and press a kiss to her knuckles. “Let me make it up to you this weekend, and you’ll be glad I kept those little dickheads away. Otherwise, the alternative would’ve been you dating some tool bag who would’ve broken your heart. And you were going off to college anyway.” I flash the most charming smile I can.

  “Well, we could’ve gone to the same college together…” she counters.

  “Name one guy in our high school who went to the University of Houston,” I challenge.

  “If I had dated someone, and it was serious, he might’ve followed me. Or I could’ve followed him to another school. You don’t know!”

  I snicker at how serious she is about this. “But aren’t you glad you came back to me?”

  Rowan rolls her eyes as she struggles to fight a smile.

  “You forgive me?”

  “No,” she says dryly. “But maybe you’re right about the long-distance thing. Nick and I went to the same school, and it still didn’t work out.”

  The corner of my lips tilts up. “That’s because he’s a fucking asshole. It’s no coincidence y’all broke up before you moved back home. It just allowed me to give you everything you’ve ever dreamed of having in a man.”

  “Don’t be smug! This doesn’t mean you’re off the hook.”

  “I’m about to romance your pants off this weekend, and you’ll forget all about those lame high school boys.”

  She snorts, then starts chuckling. The sound is contagious, and soon, we’re both laughing our asses off.

  “I really should’ve suspected something when no one would dance with me in middle school.”

  “Exactly!” I say proudly. “Now we can tell our kids we were each other’s first kiss.”

  Rowan blushes, then smiles. “You got lucky that after years of tormenting me, I actually did end up liking you.” She pinches her thumb and finger together. “Just a little.”

  “I think you mean a lot,” I mock.

  She shrugs casually. “Nothing else to do, so…”

  My eyes widen.

  She bursts out laughing. “Relax, geez! I’m kidding.”

  “Now you have to make it up to me…” I tell her. “I expect full service treatment too.”

  “You ruined all my teenage dating opportunities,” she reiterates. “You have years of making it up to me.”

  “Oh, sweet Rowan. Don’t fuckin’ tempt me.”

  Chapter Twelve

  ROWAN

  Arguing
and laughing with Diesel makes the drive to San Angelo fly by. A part of me worried that if we weren’t sneaking around, being alone would be awkward, or that our relationship was only built on the excitement of hiding, but it’s not been the case at all. If anything, I’ve felt more comfortable with him, and it makes me want to tell the world that somehow, someway I’m falling for Diesel.

  I’m falling hard and fast for him.

  This weekend, we won’t have to hide, and in some odd way, it feels so damn right.

  We’ll get to hold hands and have dinner in a restaurant and act like a normal couple out on a date.

  “Wow…this room is so nice,” I say, noticing how fancy our hotel room is.

  Walking in farther with Diesel behind me carrying our bags, I spot a large bouquet of roses on a table, an ice bucket with a bottle of champagne, and a platter of chocolate covered strawberries. He wasn’t joking when he said he’d pull out all the stops to make this romantic and perfect for us.

  It’s a scene straight from a Hallmark movie, but I love it all the same. So very not Diesel, but very much him trying to be sweet.

  “You planned quite the night,” I hum, turning around with a smile.

  He drops our bags, then pulls me into his chest. “I told you I was turning on the charm.”

  “I’m gonna be really mad if there isn’t a violinist at our table or it doesn’t rain when you kiss me outside,” I tease, biting my lower lip. The anticipation of what’s to come gives me butterflies.

  “You don’t give me enough credit,” he mocks with a wink.

  “It’s very sweet,” I tell him. “Thank you for doing this.”

  “I would’ve done it much sooner, but you were too busy hating my guts.”

  “That’s because you were too immature to tell me you liked me.”

  He chuckles, and a grin spreads across his face that has my entire body fluttering. “Well, you calling me an asshole every other day didn’t convince me you’d reciprocate the feelings…”