Catching the Cowboy (Circle B Ranch 2)

It’s not long before Diesel’s groaning out his release and burying his face in my neck.

“Jesus fuck,” he grunts with a laugh. He falls to my side, and we look at each other with big, satisfied smiles on our faces. Leaning in, he brushes the hair out of my face with a grin. “Wow. That was…incredible.”

“My thoughts exactly.” I chuckle while trying to catch my breath. The way he looks at me has my heart pounding, but not because of what we just did. Diesel stares at me as though he actually sees the real me.

I wish I knew where we go from here, how we’ll announce the news, and what it’ll mean for his friendship with my brother. Diesel’s been a part of my life for years, and I can’t imagine him not in it.

Leaning forward, I brush my lips against his, and we kiss slowly. He lets me take the lead as I slide my tongue inside and capture his with my teeth, smiling as his hand moves down to my ass, then smacks it.

“I think we’re gonna be late for our reservations if we don’t get out of this bed,” I tell him after twenty minutes of us making out and teasing each other. He got up to dispose of the condom, but then climbed right back into bed next to me.

“Probably,” he says, shifting our bodies until I’m straddling and leaning over him. “But knowing how you look underneath me will distract me too much, so you better ride me to help me focus.”

“I don’t think that’s how that works…” I mock, grinding my pussy against his bare cock between us.

“Or we could just order room service and stay naked the rest of the night,” he counters.

“Now that’s a deal I’m willing to accept.”

By the next morning, my entire body feels like I’ve run a marathon. Every inch of me is sore but in the most delicious way. Knowing it’s from having sex with Diesel all night and into the early morning has me smiling like a damn fool. The man is insatiable, and I’ve never experienced anything like it before.

After I rode him for our second round, we ordered food and ate while talking and laughing in bed. It was actually quite sweet how attentive he was and all the memories he recounted of us as kids.

Our third round was him bending me over, but when my legs gave out, he slid behind me so my back was to his chest, then fucked me until I nearly went blind.

We finally passed out sometime after three a.m., and our fourth round was in the shower before we had to check out at noon. The entire night feels like a dream come true, one I wish didn’t have to end, but when Diesel drives us back to Wyatt’s house, I know we’re back to hiding and sneaking around.

“Say something to piss me off,” I tell him after he opens the door to my car.

“What?” He laughs, putting my bag inside.

“If I go back all euphoric and happy, my cousins and parents will start asking questions. So I need a reason to wipe this smile off my face,” I explain, knowing how ridiculous I sound, but it’s true. “They’re already suspicious, and I won’t be able to hide the way I feel unless I lock myself in my room all week.”

“Guess that makes two of us. The guys will be all over my ass. You’re better at telling me off, so you say something to piss me off instead.”

I groan. “We’re not gonna be convincing at all.”

He closes the gap between us, brushing his finger over my cheek to fix my hair. “It’ll be alright. If they find out, they find out. I can handle Riley.”

“And my dad?” I add.

“He loves me!” We both laugh because it’s true. My dad treats Diesel like a second son, but he wouldn’t think twice about hounding Diesel for dating his only daughter.

“And my grandma, my cousins, and my uncles. All their opinions and comments.”

“Don’t care.” He shrugs. “I’ve been telling them for years I’d finally get you.”

Wrapping my arms around his waist, I rest my chin on his chest. “That’s true, you did. Kinda like a stalker.”

He kisses the tip of my nose. “Stalkers need love too.”

I snort, and we break apart, knowing I have to get home before my mom and dad send out a search party for me.

“I’m gonna hang out with Wyatt for a bit so we don’t arrive at the ranch at the same time,” he tells me as I sit in the driver’s seat of my car. “Text me when you’re back home.”

“I will.” I start the engine and stick out my lower lip, pouting that our weekend’s over.

“Don’t be sad. I’ll see you soon,” he promises. Then he kisses me one final time before I leave, my heart racing as I think about what an amazing night we had and how I hope this never ends.