Buck Me Cowboy

“Heya gorgeous,” comes an answering grunt, taking the glass in his right hand while grasping the nape of my neck with his left hand. Pulling me close, I get a whiff of man musk, which works like seduction serum. My eyes droop and head feels light just being in his presence.

“You okay?” he growls, eyes knowing as I swoon.

I jerk. What a cocky asshole! But he grins knowingly and leans close then.

“Doesn’t take much, hmm little girl? One wink and you’re mush.”

I shriek, slapping his arm playfully. Ouch, it’s hard as iron and we both look up at the contact.

“I’m not mush,” comes my playful protest. “You’re the one who’s mush.”

“Baby, I’m not mush,” he growls teasingly. “Take a good look and you’ll see.”

Slowly, I squint up at him, the sun forming a halo behind his head. Shit, he’s gorgeous. If before, I thought he was amazing, then from this angle, he’s even better. Big and huge, that frame blocks out a lot of the sun. A rock hard chest and abs narrow to a vee, before leading to solid, tree-trunk like thighs.

But it’s his cock as always that makes me gulp. Because he’s absolutely not mush, not at all. Beneath that stiff denim, his club is at it again, pressing against the fabric, hard and powerful.

“No,” I breathe. “Not mush at all. The opposite.”

Tyler grins. A lazy smile creeps to his lips.

“You stay inside today. Do whatever you want,” he finally says after staring at me for a long moment. “Crochet, bake pies, do whatever makes you happy.”

“Oh no,” I demur, holding my hand above my eyes as a visor. “There’s a million things to do on the farm, I can’t just go in and nap all day.”

But Tyler won’t have it. He shakes his head again, determined.

“I know you’re busy baby, but get some rest,” he rumbles before removing my hand from my face and continuing. “Are you sore?” that low, sexy growl comes again.

I blush, my entire body going red. Oh god, oh god, how does he do this to me?

“I little,” I murmur, looking down in embarrassment. Tyler leans forward and kisses me, long, slow and lingering.

“I’ll fix that later. Go relax,” he growls before nodding towards the house. Lifting up on my toes, this time I gently press my lips against his and he starts back, again staring down at me.

“What is it?” I ask gently.

“Nothing,” he answers, but I know something’s up because he’s still staring at me. We’re like two school kids looking at each other googly eyed, and I smile sweetly again.

“Where’d you get these?” I wonder aloud, running my finger across the waistband of his destroyed denim jeans. I cut the jeans he showed up in and I’m sure my Pa didn’t have anything as stylish as the ones he’s wearing.

“I ran out this morning to get a few things. I left some things for you on the couch,” he touches the tip of my nose with his index finger.

“For me?” I breathe, eyes opening wide. It’s been so long since I had something new. Heck my clothes are practically in rags now, the cotton near disintegrating from being washed so often.

“For you,” he rumbles again, eyes filled with something, although I don’t know what. “Git now,” he growls. “Get outta here. If you weren’t sore, I’d fuck you right here in this field,” he rasps, eyes beginning to burn.

But I’m not afraid. If anything I want it, but there’s no sense in staying out any longer. Despite his entreaties to rest, I have no intention of doing so. There’s a million things to be done, and I’m a farm girl, not a princess. Even if the heat is coming off this man in waves, the chores just won’t wait.

“I’m going inside,” I announce with a queenly air and he grins again at me, this time dangerous. Whirling on my toes, I begin to prance off, but not before a long wolf whistle sounds out.

Turning to scold him, I burst out in laughter when meeting those blue eyes.

God he’s sexy.

God, this is so fun.

It’s easy, not like some complicated love story where the hero and heroine have no idea what they want. I know what I want, and it’s right there, two hundred pounds solid on that tractor.

“Give me a kiss,” he squints his eyes, tilting his head, daring me to disobey him. I want to, I really do. I know I should walk straight into the house to show him he’s not in control of me, but my feet are stuck in place. My eyes are trained on his topless body as he swings himself off the machine, stalking to me with long, sure strides.

“I need to go,” I breathe once Tyler’s within spitting distance. The alpha has to be at least a foot taller than me.