Hitching the Cowboy (Circle B Ranch 1)

It’s more than obvious that there’s always been more between us. Our conversations are easy, the attraction is mutual, and our chemistry is so hot it could burn. I want nothing more than to be Riley’s wife and start our life together here. I know I need to explain what happened after Vegas and why I sent those annulment papers, but right now seems like the worst possible time to tell him.

“Riley…” I moan as he pushes my panties to the side and slides a finger up my slit. “Fuck.” My head falls back against the door as his thumb rubs my clit. My arms tighten around his neck as I pull him closer. “Don’t stop.”

“Hell no. How could I when you sound so goddamn sweet?” He wraps his hand around my throat, and our mouths slam together as he sinks a finger inside me. “You’re so wet, baby. You want this?”

My breathing is rapid as my heart tries to catch up with my thoughts that are going a thousand miles an hour. “Yes. God, yes.”

“Tell me, Zoey.” He sucks my neck before his breath brushes over my ear. Then he adds a second finger, thrusting harder and faster. “Tell me what you want.”

“You,” I say, digging my nails into his biceps. “I want you.”

“Yeah?” I feel him smile against my cheek. “Because I want to fuckin’ devour you, sweetheart. I want you fallin’ asleep in my bed every night and wakin’ up next to me every morning. I want to eat dinner with you, fight over the remote, and take horseback rides at sunset. I want you here—in my life—permanently.”

My pulse beats hard in my neck as he says the most perfect things to me. My breath hitches as I take in his words because I want all of that too. I hate leaving at night and not seeing him first thing in the morning even though we spend as much time together as we can. But it’s not enough anymore. We both want more.

Heat rushes between my legs as he continues his sweet assault on my pussy. I ache for more of him. I want all of him.

“I love you,” I whisper, fighting to keep my eyes open so I can look at him. He slows his movements, then pulls back to study me.

“You stole the words right out of my head,” he says with a chuckle, smiling as he cups my face and slants his mouth over mine. “I fell in love with you so quick and fast, but I didn’t want to scare you away.”

“Nothing is scary with you,” I admit. “I know this is probably crazy, but I don’t care. Falling in love with you was the last thing I expected, but I can’t imagine anything else now.”

“Does this mean you’re staying?” Riley asks, brushing his thumb over my cheek. “Please tell me you are.”

Smiling, I nod as tears threaten to fall. “I have to tell my family, in person, but then yes, I’ll be back.”

“Let me go with you. We can tell them together.” My heart races at the thought of them meeting Riley as my husband and having to face the consequences.

“Maybe,” I offer. “They’ll be in shock.”

“Well, I’ll come to support you if you want me to, but if not, I understand.” Riley tilts my chin, pressing a light kiss to my lips. “As long as you come back to me.”

Wrapping my arms around him and pulling him closer, I nod. “Always.” I inhale a sharp breath. “Now make love to your wife.”

“Jesus fuck, yes.” He moans as our bodies collide, and he lifts me under my knees until my legs wrap around him. “I’ve been going through withdrawals.”

I giggle as he walks us through the house and into his bedroom. Riley places me on the bed, then removes the rest of his clothing except his boxers. “I’m taking my time with you, baby. No drunken quickies.”

My eyes widen. “That was a quickie last time?” I wasn’t sober in the least in Vegas, but I’ll never forget being with him.

Riley flashes a devilish grin and nods. He kneels on the bed between my legs and cups my ass, dragging me closer to his face. The moment I feel his hot mouth over the thin material of my panties, I’m ready to combust. He slides them down before finding my clit and sucking hard. The way he teases me with his tongue and fingers has me driving closer over the edge, screaming his name and needing relief.

“Riley, please…” I beg, arching my hips and wiggling beneath him. “I’m so close.”

He responds by removing his fingers and sinking his tongue inside me while using his thumb to rub circles against my clit. The sensation is enough to drive me insane. I’m so damn close to exploding. I love the way his beard scratches my thighs and pussy as he moves his face around, torturing me in the most pleasurable way.