Always His Cowgirl (Always 2)

We all turn when we hear a door open. Josh comes strolling out of the bedroom. He walks right up to Noelle and kisses her right in front of us. I stare in shock. I mean, I know they are together now, but I’ve never seen him this way before. We just spent the last thirty minutes talking about it, but seeing it is totally different. I may be mad at him, but it doesn’t mean that I’m not happy for him.

“You need anything, baby?” he asks her.

“No, I’m good.”

“I’m going to steal my sister for a bit if you don’t mind.”

“I think that’s a good idea.”

Josh turns to look down at me. More of my resolve fades. Until this moment Josh has been more than any girl could ask for as far as an older brother. He always looked out for me and never excluded me even though at times I could be the annoying little sister.

I always looked up to him and respected him. He could do no wrong in my eyes and that’s why him lying to me hurts so much. When we were little he was always letting me go first when we were doing things or carrying my toys for me. He would try all of the baked goods I made even though I know they didn’t taste the best.

“Come on.” I stand and my eyes meet Eric’s as he watches us head back to the bedroom. “I’m sorry,” he says the instant the door closes. “I could list all the reasons why I thought I was doing the right thing, but it really doesn't matter. I was wrong. You got hurt and no matter what explanation I give, it won’t be enough. I know I’ve fucked up some of our trust, but I’m going to fix it. I swear it.”

I grab him, pulling him into a hug. He lifts me off my feet, hugging me tighter. “I love you jerk.”

He laughs, putting me back down. “I love you too.”

“That said”—I give him a hard look—“that’s my best friend out there. She is like a sister to me. I kind of thought she was like a sister to you too.”

“I’ve never felt anything sisterly about Noelle.”

“Yeah, clearly.”

“I’m not messing around. You know I’m not.”

I let out a long sigh. “No, I didn't think you were, but it had to be said anyway.”

“I get it. I’m playing for keeps.”

“Good. As much as I didn't see this coming it feels right. Noelle has always been a prize and I’m sure one day soon you’ll make that official.” Josh smiles, causing his whole face to light up. “Mom is going to flip.” Josh nods in agreement. “So is Aunt PJ when she finds out you and Eric are finally together. I think she and Mom started planning y’alls wedding years ago.” I smile because he’s likely right, and I love that I already know my family is going to be more than okay with Eric and me being together.

“You go make up with your best friend.” I nod toward the living room. “I’m going to take a shower before Mom gets here.” Josh gives me another hug. I follow him to the door. “No hitting.” I shout down the hallway before I close the door again.

I take my time before getting into the shower. It’s not too long until I hear Eric coming into my bedroom. He steps into the bathroom and starts pulling his clothes off to join me. My heart warms every single time I see my name on his chest.

“Everything okay?” I step back, making room for him under the warm spray. I run my fingers up his broad chest. Almost not believing that all of this man is and always will be mine.

“Yeah everything is fine.”

I smile up at him. “Thank you.” I knew he’d work it out with my brother.

I wrap my hands around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. He lifts me in his arms. We take our time. Eric makes love to me and then cleans every inch of me. I do the same to him, getting a taste of what our life is going to be like together.

Us being together is everything I ever dreamed of.9Eric“This is so good, Aunt PJ.” Daisy lets out a moan as she takes another bite of a ball of cookie dough. The sound goes straight to my dick. I shift, trying to get it to go down. Daisy holds the ball out for me to take a bite. I indulge her by taking one.

“He doesn't like cookie dough,” my mom says. I chew my bite and swallow it. She’s right, I don’t, but there was no way I’d ever say no to my girl.

“I prefer it cooked, but I’m not going to turn down something my woman is trying to feed me from her own hand.” Mom stares at me for a moment with a huge smile on her face.