Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
But I only make it two steps before he grabs my arm. In one quick motion, he’s yanked me back against his body. I can feel the hard press of his bulge against my belly. His voice is low and gritty, his breath fanning my ear as he says, “Hell, no. That’s not how this works.”
I struggle against him. At least, I try to. My body though doesn’t mind being held by Barrett. “I’m not interested in your terms.”
He grunts. “I don’t give a damn. You’re not fucking another cowboy. Hell, you’re not fucking anyone. No one but me gets to know what you look like when you’re taking nine deep. No one but me gets to know what you sound like when you’re bent over my bed, begging to come.”
I sigh, frustrated at this man who won’t just give us both what we want. “That’s all I’m asking for—a quick and dirty fuck!”
He pulls on my hair, tipping my head back. He’s just rough enough to let me know that he’s in charge. “First, we will never, ever under any circumstances fuck. When I’m inside of you, I will always be making love to my wife. Second, there’s nothing quick about what I plan to do to you. It’ll take all night long.”
His words make me squirm even more. There’s a dripping inferno between my legs and he’s the only one who can ease that ache. “Stop teasing a girl.”
He ignores my squirming and refuses to let me go. Why is it so hot to feel him overpowering me like this? “Go out with me.”
“I’m offering you my body,” I answer, needing something. If he could just take the edge off, just skim his big hands lower and lower until he was palming my pussy.
His voice is tinged with something that sounds a lot like affection. “And you have no idea how tempting that offer is, but I’m all in, Sadie. I want more than your body. I want your heart.”
Chapter 5
Barrett
“Horny. That’s what honorable gets you,” I grit out as I glance at my reflection in the mirror. Underneath the towel tied at my waist is a serious hard-on. It’s been there since the moment I met my sweet girl. But it got worse after last night. After she approached me—more than a little tipsy—looking for a midnight fling, I let her know in no uncertain terms that wasn’t happening.
She marched off my porch and down the dirt path. I tried to tell her I’d drive her back to town, but she was having none of that. She stormed around, cussing me under her breath and calling me something that sounded a whole lot like a big, crazy cowboy.
I followed her without her knowing. I was half-amused by how adorable she is when she’s drunk and half-tempted to spank her cute little ass for wondering around in the dark by herself.
Eventually, she had the good sense to call her friend and get a ride back to town. Good thing too. I was about five seconds away from scooping her up and carrying her back to my place. I’d have tied her to my bed if it meant keeping her safe.
Fuck, definitely don’t need those images in my head. At nearly thirty, I’ve never had a woman catch my eye. Sure, a few girls in town flirted with me. But I didn’t pay attention. I was too busy helping my brothers run the family farm after our adoptive father’s death and cracking jokes to ease everyone’s grief.
Then I met Sadie, and all I want is to slide a ring on her finger and give her those Os she was craving. If last night proved anything, it’s that my girl is trying to protect herself. But I’ll be the cowboy who knocks down all of the walls guarding her heart. I’ll show her it’s safe to let herself be loved by me.
As soon as I finish my morning chores, I plan to let her know that too. Fortunately, I manage to rush through them before stopping at mom’s shop. I promised her I’d package more inventory.
I’m always the first of my brothers she texts when she needs something, and that’s a fact that I’m damn proud of. The way I look at the situation is it’s an honor to care for the woman who gave me and my siblings so much love. She rescued us from a system that kept moving us around like little chess pieces instead of tiny kids with big traumas.
But today is my lucky day because when I enter mom’s shop, the first person I see is Sadie. She’s rearranging the front window display, looking good enough to eat in her little black apron with her shop logo on it and those skin-tight leggings.
She glances over her shoulder when the bell above the door rings, announcing my arrival. I can’t help smirking at her as I ask, “Still in the mood for those Os?”