Wrangling the Cowboy (Circle B Ranch 3)

Gavin crosses his arms, wearing an amused grin. “An ultimatum?”

I tilt my head. “You decide right now if you’re giving me a second chance or I leave for good this time. I don’t know how else to convince you. Hell, I’ve literally waxed my entire body and found a vinyl of Diamond Rio to play in your ancient record player—which was not easy to figure out, mind you.”

“Of course you knew I was a fan.”

“I overheard you talkin’ about how you saw them in concert when you were a teen. Then something about how they were your grandpa’s favorite and that was when you started listening to their music.”

“Eavesdroppin’?”

“Please.” I roll my eyes. “You and the guys are loud as hell. Everyone hears your conversations at the B&B. Including the ones about me.”

The corner of his mouth twists up. “So tell me, Maize…” He sets his hat on the counter before threading his fingers through his messy hair. “You ready to be my girl?”

My heart races, and my breaths turn shallow as his husky voice sends shivers down my spine. He walks toward me, never breaking our eye contact.

“If you haven’t gotten the hint by now…”

“Oh, I have.” Plucking the strap of my dress, he leaves goose bumps as he brushes the pad of his finger down my arm. “I just wanna hear you say it.”

Releasing a groan, I roll my eyes, then smile. “Fine, I’ll stroke your ego this one last time, but then that’s it.”

“Mm-hmm.” He smirks.

Instead of giving in to his cockiness, I inch closer and make demands of my own. “Make me yours, Gavin. I want you.”

He cups the back of my head, pulling me toward him until our mouths collide. I gasp as he holds me into his body and captures my bottom lip between his teeth.

“Mine, Maize,” he growls, sliding his hands down my back until his palms reach my ass. “Fuckin’ mine. Got it?”

I nod and release a rush of air. “Yes. All yours.”

Gavin lifts me, and I wrap my legs around his waist. His erection presses against his jeans, and I know he’s as desperate and eager as I am.

Instead of taking me to his bedroom as I’d hoped, he sets me on top of the kitchen counter and stands between my legs.

“Waxed everywhere, huh?” He moves his mouth down my neck.

“Yes,” I pant, tilting my head back.

Gavin slides his hand over my thigh and over the thin fabric. His fingers roam under my panties, and I release a moan of anticipation.

“Fuck,” he groans in my ear. “So damn soft.”

His thumb finds my clit, and soon, my breathing turns ragged and needy. He plunges two fingers inside me as he sucks on the softness of my neck.

“You’re so tight and wet, baby. Shit, I wanna fuck you so hard.”

“God, yes.” My head rolls back.

He thrusts his fingers faster and harder until I can no longer take it and dig my nails into his biceps as I scream out my release.

Our mouths slam together, hot and greedy, as I claw at his clothes.

“Off…now,” I order.

As he strips, I do the same, not wanting anything between us. He cups my face and crashes our lips together again. His tongue tangles with mine.

“Goddamn, baby.”

“You’ve been teasing me all damn week,” I tell him. “With your little kisses, then leaving me all hot and bothered. So rude.”

He chuckles. “Imma make up for it, baby. Turn around and put your palms flat on the counter.”

I do as he says, and anxious butterflies swarm low in my stomach as I look over at him studying every inch of my body.

“Now spread your legs and let me see your sweet pussy.”

I obey, watching him stroke his hard cock.

Gavin closes the gap between us, brushing the tip of his erection along my slit. “Say it again, Maize. Say you’re mine,” he whispers in my ear.

Licking my lips, I look at him over my shoulder. “I’m yours. Have been since that first night a year ago.”

“That’s fuckin’ right,” he hisses, pushing in slowly. “’Bout time you realize it.”

I smile at his possessiveness. “Now fuck me, Cowboy.”

Gavin squeezes my hips as he thrusts deep inside, jolting me forward until I’m nearly flat on the counter. God, it feels so good.

“Shit,” he whispers. “You’re so tight.”

Gavin pulls out slowly before ramming back in. Our bodies form a rhythm as we slam together over and over. Wrapping an arm around my waist, Gavin aggressively rubs my clit until I lose myself. My release is intense and harsh, and when I float back to earth, he squeezes my breast.

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten about your ass…” He pulls back, then slaps a cheek, hard and sharp.

My body jerks, and I moan in response.

“We fit together perfectly,” he says in my ear, his voice hoarse and raw. “We always have.”