Claiming the Cowboy (Circle B Ranch 7)

I give her a lingering stare with an arched brow. “Is that so?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did I hurt your masculinity by speakin’ kindly about another man?”

Rolling my eyes, I release a grunt. “Just let me know if I need to have a chat with him too.”

“To what? Stake your claim?” She humors me by crawling into my lap. “Don’t worry. Pretty sure they heard us from here last night.”

“Good. Then I won’t have to tattoo my name on your neck.” I smirk.

“My neck? What guy’s gonna see that if he’s fucking me from behind?”

I pinch her ass, and she yelps. “You just love pushing my damn buttons.”

She grinds down against me, my cock growing hard with each movement. “Did you really think that’d change?” she asks with a devilish smirk.

“You’re right. I should’ve known better. But at least now I get to punish you for it.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” she taunts confidently.

I lift her as I stand, then throw her over my shoulder caveman-style. “Oh, sweet Hadleigh. You’re about to find out.”

CHAPTER TWENTY

HADLEIGH

My eyes flutter open, and I look around the room, excited like a kid on Christmas because it’s actually Christmas morning. It’s been one week since Knox crashed my date, and we expressed our feelings. Every day since has been better than the previous.

I stir, and Knox wraps his arm around me, pulling me even closer.

“Santa Claus came last night.” He feathers along my neck.

I hum as I get lost in his touch. “I’d say you came more than once, Santa.” I replay all the places he bent me over and fucked me. I especially loved riding him by the lit tree as he whispered naughty things in my ear. That was one of my favorites so far. “I really slayed those balls.” I cough. “I mean bells.”

He chuckles as he sucks on my earlobe, and I moan between shallow breaths. His morning wood feels like a gun pressed against my lower back.

“Are you…?”

“Yes,” he hoarsely whispers. “He’s happy to see you.”

I turn to face him and lower my hand.

“I don’t want you to leave,” he says when I grip his erection.

“It’s gonna be hell gettin’ rid of me now. I’m addicted to you.”

“Never. You’re mine,” he says, pressing his lips against mine.

He moans, my strokes moving faster.

As I tease the tip, he’s barely able to focus.

Before I can finish him off, Knox lifts the quilt and crawls between my legs.

“I love it when you sleep naked,” he says, sprinkling wet kisses along my inner thighs and tugging the skin between his teeth. As he flicks my clit with his tongue, pleasure rolls down my spine.

“Mmm,” he says as he devours me. My eyes roll to the back of my head as Knox wages war on my pussy, defeating me in all the delicious ways. His movements are slow and calculated as he swirls circles with his tongue and sucks.

His blue eyes meet mine right before he inserts two digits inside.

“So goddamn wet,” he mutters against me, methodically finger-fucking me.

“Knox,” I say breathlessly, loving how well he knows my body.

“Don’t come. I wanna feel you on my cock,” he orders, allowing me to teeter on edge for a few more minutes.

“Oh my God, yes,” I whisper as he tongues my hole. My body is begging for a release, and my breathing grows more erratic just as he pulls away.

Placing his two fingers in his mouth, he meets my eyes and laps up my juices. “You’re close. On all fours. Edge of the bed.”

I don’t hesitate to do exactly what he says. Looking over my shoulder, I make eye contact with him with my ass waiting in the air. He smirks, then spanks me. I yelp, loving the pain that’s followed by pleasure.

Knox grips his shaft, then runs it up and down my pussy, coating himself in my wetness. I’m tempted to lean back on him, but I also love playing by his bedroom rules where he’s in control.

“Mmm. How bad do you want this cock, baby?”

“So fucking bad. My pussy is throbbing for you.”

“And where do you want it?”

“In all of my holes like an eager little slut,” I say, glancing at him over my shoulder.

He smirks, then smacks my ass again. “That’s exactly what you are. And what else does my little slut want?”

“Choke me and pull my hair, then fuck me hard,” I demand, wondering if he’ll actually do it this time. “Fill me with your come.”

Running his hand down the arch of my back, he helps lift me until I’m upright. His hand slides up to my throat, and I turn and kiss him. “You are such a good girl,” he praises. “Since it’s the season of giving, I’m going to do exactly that.”

My whole body shivers with excitement. Knox brings out a side of me I never knew I had, and I love experiencing it with him.