Catching the Cowboy (Circle B Ranch 2)

I groan loudly, tempted to rub my thighs together for relief. Sticking out my lower lip, I give him my best pouty look. “That’s not fair. You took off my shirt.”

“Okay, fine.” He leans back and wraps a hand behind his neck, pulling off his. “There, we’re even.”

“Hardly,” I say with a deadpan expression. “Now, your pants.”

“No, ma’am.” He swats away my eager hands. “I’m not just a play toy.”

I scoff, chuckling at him feigning offense. “Then tell your cock that because it’s begging to come out and play.”

Diesel chuckles, leaning over me. He tilts my chin up and brings our lips together, soft and slow. “Let me take you out. We’ll leave town and see where the night goes.”

“You really take this whole dating thing seriously, don’t you?” I tease, capturing his bottom lip with my teeth.

“I take you being my girl seriously.”

We continue making out, his rough hands massaging my breasts while heat pools between my thighs. He’s working me up but not willing to do anything about it.

“You need to stop, or I’m going to combust.” I grind against him, needing the friction to relieve myself.

“Let me help with that…” He shifts our bodies so we’re chest to chest. Sliding his hands down my body, he slips beneath my shorts and into my panties. His fingers find my clit, and soon, he’s rubbing circles, and I’m gasping for air. “Better?” His voice is taunting, but I nod, arching my hips for more.

“Don’t stop,” I beg. I wrap my hand around his bicep, squeezing hard as he increases his pace. “Oh my God…” My eyes roll to the back of my head as he slides two fingers inside me while his thumb rubs against me.

“You have any idea how many wet dreams I’ve had of this exact moment,” he murmurs against my lips, and I can tell he’s smiling. “So fuckin’ many, Row.”

“Sounds like you needed a hobby,” I tease, bucking my hips.

He chuckles. “I did. You’re it now.”

As I get closer to the ledge, his mouth sucks on my neck, and he kisses my jawline before sliding his tongue between my lips. The heat between us is so intense, and I know I’m about to explode at any moment.

“Let go, sweetheart. Come on my fingers,” he demands. “I wanna taste you.”

My legs shake, my back arches, my spine tingles. So. Damn. Close.

“Diesel!” Two hard knocks sound at the door, and we both freeze. “Open the door!”

“You gotta be fuckin’ kidding me.” He growls.

The doorknob jiggles, and that’s when I push him off me. “Shit, I need my bra and shirt!” I fly off the couch, gathering my things, and once I cover myself, I rush toward the bathroom.

Diesel grabs my arm and stops me before I make it down the hall. “Stay in there, and I’ll come get you when they leave.”

I nod. “Don’t forget your shirt.” Then I lower my gaze to his groin. “Might wanna adjust that…”

He curses under his breath, then walks back to the living room while I go and hide.

Like a dirty mistress.

After ten minutes of waiting, I start to worry. I heard voices at the front, but he didn’t let them in. I don’t know what excuse he gave them, but after a while, it goes eerily quiet, and I worry he left me in here.

Another five minutes pass, and I grow more annoyed. “Fuck this shit.”

Slowly, I undo the lock and poke my head out. I don’t hear a thing and decide to chance it.

The moment I open the door wider and step out into the hallway, a hand covers my mouth, and I’m slammed into a hard body.

“Shh…” Diesel whispers into my ear, then pushes me back inside the bathroom. After he shuts the door, he twists me in his arms, then lifts me up under my thighs.

“What the hell are you doing?” I squeal and wrap my arms around his shoulders as he carries me to the sink counter. “Who’s here?”

“Your dad.”

My eyes widen. “What? Why?”

“And Riley.”

“Oh hell. That can’t be good.” My head falls back against the mirror.

“Nah, it’s fine. They were looking for something I had in my truck. They’re gone now.”

I straighten and look at him. “Then why did you—” I wave my arm out. “Basically shove me back in here like we were gonna get caught.”

The corner of his lips tilts up. “To fuck with you.”

I narrow my eyes at him and growl. “That was mean! Asshole.”

He laughs, showing off his perfect white teeth. “I’m getting revenge for all those years you tortured me with these delicious tits and long, tan legs you always showed off but never let me touch. And now that I know what they feel like against my skin and tongue, don’t expect me to be able to keep my hands off.”