Ride With Me: A Possessive Cowboy Romance

I picked up an envelope and waved it at him.

"My papers finally came in."

He crossed his arms and leaned against the doorjamb, his eyebrows raised.

"Is that so?"

I nodded.

"I'm impressed. I think you've earned a reward."

Now it was my turn to cock an eyebrow at him. I knew exactly what kind of reward he was hinting at. The manly bulge in his pants did little to dispel the impression.

“Really Jake, it’s the middle of the day. I have work to do.”

"Not that kind of reward, you naughty girl. How is that going by the way?"

I sighed and leaned back in my chair.

"Well, I certainly understand how to balance books down to the dime. Years of being dirt poor will do that to you."

He nodded approvingly.

“Good girl. Come on, it's time for your riding lesson."

"If you insist. I still have work to do here…”

"Buttercup will get lonely."

I rolled my eyes. They'd given me the oldest, sweetest nag on the estate to learn to ride on. After one encounter, the horse became fixated on me for some reason. It followed me around like a dog.

The sweet old thing was ridiculous. And smelly. But I had to admit I was growing fond of the silly horse.

"Alright, let's go."

I stood and followed Jake. I was already wearing riding breeches and boots. Jake had specified that I be ready to ride at a moments notice. He’d bought me a whole slew of tailored riding gear. I had tried to argue until he said he liked the way I looked in the snug fitting pants.

I smirked as I watched his ass move in his tight jeans.

I liked the way he looked in his pants, too.

We didn’t go right to the stables as usual though. I frowned and followed him, sensing that something sneaky was afoot. He was up to something, I just knew it. We turned a corner and walked toward one of the other old buildings that littered the estate. This one was set back a bit from the rest of the buildings, with a pretty stone path leading to the door.

He stood in front of the building with a big grin.

"What's this then?"

He just shrugged.

"Open it."

I gave him a distrustful look and reached for the door handle.

"You know I don't like surprises,” I warned him.

“Just open it.”

“I really don’t, Delancey.”

He just smiled wider.

"You'll like this one. I promise.”

I stepped inside the building and stopped in my tracks.

He was right. I did like it. In fact, I bloody loved it.

Just like I loved him, even if I hadn’t told him so quite yet.

The darling man had built me a recording studio.

I turned to stare at him, just as he stepped inside and locked the door. I practically fell into his arms. Now it was my turn to reward him. He couldn’t have done anything in the world that showed he cared for me better than this.

“I thought you were too busy,” he teased me as I started unbuttoning his shirt and tugging at the waistband of his jeans.

“Shut up, Delancey.”

“You know, you are going to have to find a new nickname for me… once you have the same name.”

“Oh I will, will I?” I answered as his lips found my throat. His damned jeans were not coming off fast enough for me.

“Yes, woman,” he promised. “You will.”

“Hmmm,” I said, slipping to my knees. Jake never let me suck him for long, no matter how much I told him enjoyed it. He was always muttering something about me ‘trying to kill him’ and groaning. Today was no exception.

“Elle…”

“Let me thank you properly.”

He hissed with pleasure as my lips closed over the tip of his cock. I was no expert, but I tried to do what I imagined would feel nice to him, and what felt good when he gave me pleasure in the same way.

I also really liked hearing him moan. The man was putty in my hands. Well, parts of him, anyway, I thought as I fondled his sack. The rest of him was hard as a rock…

“Hmmmmmffff…” he was trying to speak, but couldn’t seem to form a coherent sentence. I smiled around his cock and attempted to deep throat him, something I was sure I was terrible at, but tried to do anyway. He cursed and tried to shove me away.

“Elle,” he ground out. “I’m not going to last two seconds.”

“So?” I asked, staring up at him. “I like it when you come. And I am sure we can find something to do until you rally…”

“Oh christ,” he breathed but didn’t stop me when I began again. He hadn’t been lying. He didn’t last long.

His hands flexed in my hair as his hips started to pump gently, not forcing himself into me, but following my motion, meeting my mouth with a thrust. I felt him swell inside me. He warned me when he was about to come but I didn’t stop. If anything, I sucked a little harder, swirling my tongue over the tip of his head and tasting something salty.