Catching the Cowboy (Circle B Ranch 2)

“Duly noted.” He winks. “But I actually have something for you.”

“A gift?” I prompt.

“Perhaps.” He stretches back and reaches for a small box behind him. “This is one of them. The other is at the house.”

“You really didn’t have to get me anything,” I tell him. “I just wanted to spend time with you.”

He grabs my chin. “I know. But this gift is a little selfish.”

I narrow my eyes as he sets it in my palm. “What do you mean?”

“It’s for both of us,” he clarifies.

“Oh God. Is it one of those remote vibrators?”

“Huh?”

“Like I put it inside me, and you have the remote to control the speed…”

Diesel furrows his brows, looking at me like I’ve lost my mind.

“Okay, so by your expression, I’m gonna say no.”

He smirks. “Rowan, just open it.”

My heart races as I lift the top and unwrap the tissue paper. Whatever it is feels light. My fingers rub against metal, and when I pull it out, I narrow my eyes in confusion. “A key?”

“Yep,” he says.

I hesitate. “Because I have the key to your heart?”

He releases a laugh. “Well, yes. But this is the key to my cabin.”

“You’re giving me a key to your house?” I ask. Is this the next part of a relationship? Exchanging house keys?

“I am.”

“Oh.” I flip the key and study it. “Thank you.”

“But I’m also giving you the key to your house.”

My eyes meet his, and I frown. “Wait. What?”

Diesel grabs my hand and rubs the pad of his thumb over my knuckles. “I want you to move in with me.”

With wide eyes I blink, and my throat goes dry.

“I want to wake up with you every morning and go to bed with you every night. I’m tired of cramming time with you between our work schedules and hectic lives. Now that the cabin is all fixed up, I want it to be our home. Decorate the walls. Fill it with pictures and candles. Pick out new pillows and blankets in your favorite color. Hell, new china and silverware. I’ve been ready for the next step with you for months but didn’t want to rush you. However, I know I want you in my life forever.”

Diesel’s looking at me as though I’m his whole world with his cowboy hat sitting just right and his green eyes sparkling at me. The scruff on his chin is newly trimmed. He’s my everything.

There’s no doubt in my heart that I want him.

“Rowan, what do you say? Do you want to live together?”

My eyes swell with happy tears. I frantically nod and wrap my arms around his neck. “Yes, absolutely!”

I pull his lips to mine, and he tightens his hold on me. “I love you,” I murmur.

“I love you more.” His hands slide up my thighs, moving my dress up to my waist, and he shifts my body until I’m straddling him. Rocking my hips, I feel him harden between my thighs. Diesel groans as I rub his cock against me.

“You want to take another one of my firsts?” I whisper.

He pulls back slightly, furrowing his brows. “What’s that?”

“Sex in a truck,” I explain. “I’ve never.”

The corner of his lips tilts up into a wide grin. “Good, neither have I.”

Leaning back, I flash him a skeptical look. “Really?”

“Serious! I was saving all the fun places for you.”

I snort, laughing. “I’m sure.”

He manages to undo his buckle and jeans, sliding them down until I palm his cock and stroke him.

“Fuck…” he hisses. “Why does it feel like it’s been too damn long?”

“Because it has!”

Sliding my panties to the side, he pushes a finger inside me. “Now you’ll have me all the time.”

“Finally,” I say, gasping as he adds a second finger. When Dawson sleeps over, we have to be quiet since his room isn’t far from the master, but now that we’re in his truck, we can be as loud as we want. “I need you inside me.”

He lifts me slightly to position himself against me, and I slowly slide down his length. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, and my head falls back as we rock in unison and come together.

It’s the best Valentine’s Day ever.

“You’re what?” Riley shouts as I tape up the boxes in my room.

“You heard me.” I smirk.

“You and Diesel are moving in together? Like…legit?”

I nod.

“No one asked me.”

Snorting, I laugh. “Why does this surprise you so much? We’ve been dating for six months. You married Zoey after twelve hours,” I remind him with a shit-eating grin.

“Am I ever gonna live that down?” he huffs.

“Nope,” Diesel answers, rounding the door and walking in.

“That’s different. You’re moving in with my best friend,” Riley retorts, then points at Diesel. “And you…”

Diesel holds up his hands in surrender. “What now?”

“You know the rules. You break her heart; I break your neck.”

Diesel smirks. “Crystal clear, boss.”