Cowboy (Steele Riders MC)

“Fuck, my sweet, dirty woman.” A ringing goes off in his pants pocket, which I’m sure is somewhere around his knees right now. “Who the hell could be calling me?” he snarls, pulling his enormous length out of my slit.

His hands skim down my body while he lowers down onto his haunches. “Damn, you’re so fucking sexy, even in the dark.”

“Thanks,” I sigh as he lifts my pants back up, covering my ass before giving it a nice spank.

“You’re welcome,” he growls, stepping backward out of the closet. I follow, staring as he pulls up his briefs and jeans together.

I catch a glimpse of his cock through the light from the hallway and I smile. “Thank you again, big boy.”

“Fuck, can you stop making my dick hard for a minute, Phoenix?”

“Where’s the fun in that?” I wink at him and walk out of the closet, sashaying my hips as I go by.

“Baby, we have plenty of time for fun.”

“I have to check on dinner.”

“I have to check on the animals.”

“Okay.” He kisses me again before exiting. I work on dinner and let it simmer for the next hour while I take a shower, washing away all the remnants of our last encounter and just getting fresh because I’m sure he’ll be on me soon. My body lights up, thinking about the moment he has his rough hands on me again.

I turn off the water and wrap a towel around my body, finding a smaller one for my hair. Looking in the mirror, I see the marks Ray left on my chest starting to fade. Smiling, I wonder if he’s going to try and give me more. I forgot to bring up my clothes, so I sneak downstairs in my towel only to find Cowboy talking to some man I don’t know.

“What the fuck?” the other guy says, eyes landing right on me.

Ray whips his head around with a growl leaving his lips. “Phoenix, get your naked ass upstairs.”

“I need clothes.”

“Take something from my drawer before I have to take my friend’s eyes out.”

“I’m not looking.” When I look at the guy, he’s turned around, facing the front door now.

With a giggle, I slap my hand over my mouth and take my butt back to his room. A minute later, the door flies open. “Woman,” his growl could shake the room, and I might be afraid that he would be pissed at me if it wasn’t for the lust pouring out of his eyes.

“I’m sorry that I yelled at you,” he says before crossing the room.

“Is it bad that I’m wetter than when I was in the shower?”

“Not when it’s for me.”

“Only you.” He proceeds to show me that I belong only to him, and an hour later, I need another shower.

****

It’s been a wonderful week with him, but now real life is intruding. “I’ll be back tomorrow.” He has to go out of town and we both remember what happened the last time he left, so the day has been fraught with tension. A sense of dread fills me immediately, but I quash it because I’m free to be with him, so I have no reason to run.

“I’ll be waiting for my Cowboy.” I wink at him, heart breaking as he stands on the sidesteps of his pickup. He’s going on a quick run for cattle and this is the first time that we’ll be apart since we’ve been together. I have a terrible feeling, but I put on a brave face because I love that man more than anything and I don’t want him to worry.

“Good, my angel.” He gets into the vehicle with one of his hands who will help him on the job.

I finally step inside when he’s down the road. I’m going to rest and relax for a bit before I clean the house. We’ve been so busy making love for the past week that we haven’t done much of anything else. When he works, I either sit in his office helping him or I’m taking a nap because he’s fucked me into a coma.

I pop onto the sofa with my legs crossed and just chill. It’s cold outside and near the end of winter. Come to think about it, it’s nearly Valentine’s Day. Perhaps I should go and find an awesome present for Cowboy. I pop up off my ass and run to take a shower, so I don’t go into town smelling like sex. Besides, I actually haven’t met any of Cowboy’s friends and I was never formally introduced to the guy who saw me in my towel. I dress warm and then grab my purse about to run out the door when my phone rings. Looking at the caller ID, I breathe a sigh of relief because it’s Raymond. “Hey, Ray.”

“Hi, beautiful. Is everything okay?”