Catching the Cowgirl Read Online Lucy Darling

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Insta-Love, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
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It doesn’t take long for Jackson to get us into town. Oddly, that is one of the things I've enjoyed about Cottonwood. Getting around is easy. You can get to town quickly, but it also doesn’t take much time to get out in the middle of nowhere. I could appreciate the isolation.

We pull into a packed parking lot. When I get out, I toss my jacket to Owen and roll up the sleeves of my button-up shirt as I make my way inside the bar. The smell of stale beer assaults me. For a second, I tense up. All the people are mushed together, speaking loudly over the blaring music. As soon as I spot June, everything else fades from my mind. I can’t take my eyes off her. It’s as though she has me in some sort of trance.

She does a spin, her hands going to her hips as she does another little hop. Everyone follows her motions. I didn’t know what the hell Jackson meant when he said she was leading the line dance, but now I get it.

An older lady, one I’m pretty sure was with the Crafty Stitches, is holding up shots for them. June leans down to take it from her hand, staying on top of the bar. She and Paisley click the glasses together before shooting them.

With the back of her hand, June wipes her mouth. I don’t know why I find the motion adorable. She frequently makes me shift to finding her sexy and adorable. I didn’t know both could be used to describe a person, but June isn’t typical in any sense of the word.

When her eyes land on me, I expect her to be pissed that I’m barging in on her girls’ night. Instead, her whole face lights up with a giant smile. She hops off the bar, coming toward me. My heart rate picks up the closer she gets. I swear for a few moments the music is blocked out, and all I can see is her.

“Luka!” she squeals, throwing herself at me. I catch her, pulling her body against mine.

June wraps her hands around my neck, pulling me down for a kiss. My hands go to her ass, lifting her as I kiss her right back, tasting the sweetness that is not only her but whatever she’s been drinking tonight.

I deepen the kiss, not giving a shit who can see us. If anything, I want them all to see it. She’s like a drug that I can’t resist. I’ve been craving her taste. I haven't gotten another kiss from her since that one we shared on our walk. The sound of catcalls and whistles rings out throughout the bar. June pulls back, her lips swollen and red from our kisses.

“You came.” She licks her lips.

“You wanted me to?” June nods her head.

“Why didn’t you say that?” I keep a firm hold on her—not that she is trying to get away from me, but just in case. You can never be too sure of anything when it comes to June. She enjoys surprising the hell out of me. I should loathe that, but with her, I find I like it.

“I don’t know.” She shrugs one of her delicate shoulders. Her cheeks start to turn pink. “It was a fight not to text you.”

“I don’t understand why you would fight it.” I carry her over to where Paisley and Abigail are so that we aren’t standing in the middle of the bar. June isn't paying attention to anything around her except me. She plays with the top button of my shirt, undoing it, and then another.

“I guess I get a little shy with you.”

“You’re shy?” That’s not a word I would ever think to use to describe her.

“I don’t know.” June faceplants into my chest, right below my neck, so I can no longer see that beautiful face of hers. I don’t think she’s used to feeling shy. I’ll fucking take it. As much as I’d rather she text or demand I be somewhere she is, I love that I can draw that shyness out of her that no one else can.

I enjoyed the hell out of her texts over the past few days. Sometimes I don’t even understand the memes or jokes she sends, but I get a weird thrill each time my phone goes off when I get a message from her. Everything about June is light and easy. It’s different from everything else in my life.

I sit her down on one of the high chairs at the bar, but I don’t let her go. I can see my sister out of the corner of my eye, staring at us, with her mouth hanging open. I'm guessing June hasn't told her much about us.

“Your family is staring at us.”

June slowly lifts her head. “Look around. Everyone is staring at us.”


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