Cowboy (Steele Riders MC)

“Angel, we need to talk.” I look up at him and I see concern in his eyes.

“Not now. I’m tired.” He lifts me off his cock which is now semi-hard before he stands and then carries me to my bedroom. His mouth lands on my lips again before laying down with me. “Sleep, my love.” My heart beats out of my chest.

“Don’t worry, Cowboy. I’m on birth control.”

“Why? If you…” He doesn’t say it, so I finish it for him.

“Just in case I lost myself.” I don’t tell him that it’s because my job is dangerous and I worry that someone could harm me. Still, he grunts his approval. He was worried that I could get pregnant from this. I close my eyes and pretend to sleep because I know that I’m wise to keep my secrets. This is just a fling to him.

I wake up in the middle of the night and the bed is empty beside me. I do my best to not cry, but the tears fall from my eyes anyway.

Chapter Six

Cowboy

I can’t believe that some of my cattle got out and trampled my area for farming. I hated leaving Angel in bed, but it was best I left before I did something stupid like beg her to marry me. She has secrets that she’s keeping and I want all of her. Not just the bits and pieces she graces me with.

It’s early morning when I round up the last of the animals and head out to the fields to survey them. Luckily it’s winter and the crops have just been harvested last month. “Jefe, you don’t look good. No sleep?”

“No. I can’t figure out how they managed to get out. Do you know?”

“No. Have you checked the cameras?”

“Not yet. I haven’t had time, but thanks for the suggestion. I’m going to do that now.” We shake hands and then he heads back to work while I get on my ATV and ride back to the house. It takes me an hour to get the feed showing someone dressed in all black. I’m about to get a look at his face when the feed goes dark. Fast forwarding the footage, it finally returns and then there’s no one around. The fucker who came and unleashed my animals has fled without a trace. “Son of a bitch.”

Slamming my hand on my desk, I send my coffee all over my desk and lap. The shit has gone cold thankfully, but it’s on my new favorite pair of jeans. The jeans with Angel’s cum and scent all over them.

I have to go upstairs and shower because I went straight to dealing with the problem from Angel’s place where I really want to be, fixing this distance between us. Heading up to my bedroom, I strip out of my clothes and hit the shower, turning it up all the way to get the full blast of the jets on my sore muscles. My dick hasn’t figured out how to stay down since I met Angel and right now is no different. Even though I’m washing off her scent, all I can think about is getting it all over me again.

Fuck, it jerks, agreeing with my train of thought. I stroke it, attempting to ride out the need I have for Angel. Closing my eyes and tossing my head back, I run my hand up and down my shaft, reliving her pretty, smart mouth wrapped around my cock, taking me deep and choking on my fucking length. Growling, I shoot off my load all over the shower wall and floor. I didn’t think I’d have so much left in me after I shot it so deep into her womb, but with her I just keep reloading.

I’d save this seed for her, but my woman has decided she doesn’t want to have my baby. She was a virgin and only got on the pill to stop me from breeding her the way I wanted. I know she’s not in this for the long haul and I don’t know how to fucking fix that shit. Everyone else just tied their women to their sides, but they all came willingly. Angel doesn’t have the same feelings of needing to stay home and be a wife first. Hell, she doesn’t seem to want me for more than my dick.

Thinking about it, from now on I’m going to have to do the hardest thing and refrain from fucking her again. I want more of her, all of her and that means holding back until she decides to give that to me.

****

“Look, I’m busy. Can I call you later?”

“I’m heading out of town tomorrow, Angel. I’ll be back in a week.”

“A week?”

“Yes, I’m off to get some more cattle.”

“Oh okay.”

“Are you mad?”

“Why would I be mad? I mean you can do whatever you please. I’m busy working anyway. I’ll talk to you later.” She ends the call, and I want to punch a fucking hole in the wall. This has gotten out of control. This past month has been one fight after another. She’s been avoiding me and it’s pissing me off big time to the point that we’ve been arguing. We’re supposed to be getting closer, but I feel like we’re drifting apart.