by Lucy Darling
Forever Her Cowboy
Lucy Darling
“Everyone hears what you say. Friends listen to what you say. Best friends listen to what you don’t say.” – Author Unknown
Contents
Summary
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Epilogue
Epilogue
CONNECT WITH ME!
Also by Lucy Darling
Always His Cowgirl
Prologue
Summary
They think I’m a good old boy. Who knows, maybe I am, but not when it comes to my Noelle, my little sister’s best friend. I’ve been patient. I’ve followed the rules. I’ve waited for her. But now I’ve come to claim what’s mine.
My family has plenty of deep roots, put down for generations. Now, I’m ready to lay down some of my own. I may be the clean-cut cowboy to everyone else, but that’s the last thing I want to be when it comes to my Noelle. She needs to know how I burn for her, how I’ve thought of so many delicious ways to make her say my name.
Soon enough she’ll see the part of me that I’ve saved for her and only her. Soon enough she’ll realize that she’s my life, my love, my everything. I’ll stop at nothing to make her mine.
Prologue
Josh
“You’re staring,” my dad says, coming to stand next to me as I lean up against the barn.
“That I am.” I don’t deny it. He lets out a long sigh, leaning up against the barn with me and folding his arms over his chest.
“You’re just settling into your life. She just started hers. You need to consider that,” he points out. He is right. I powered through college because that was what was expected of me. I got my business degree, but I’m not really sure how much I’m going to use it. Working the land is in my blood. If anyone should get that it’s my father.
I understand though why it was so important to him. He wanted me to be able to take over the oil rigs one day, and he wanted me to be as prepared as possible. So I did as he asked. I always do.
“Are you going to try and stop me?” I pull my eyes away from Noelle to look at my father.
“No, but I want you to remember that girl is your sister's best friend. Not only that, she’s like a daughter to your mom and me. If you hurt her…”
“I’m not going to hurt her.” I cut him off. My parents have always been good to Noelle. She spent as much time as she could at our house. She practically lived there through high school. Thank fuck I was away at college and only got to see her every now and then. When I left she was an annoying teenager, but while I was gone she had grown into a beautiful young woman. I might have cracked sooner if I were home. What I do know is that I’m tired of waiting.
After I graduated I moved back home, but not into my parents’ house. I took one of the houses on the property. My best friend Eric did the same thing as me. He lives next door and he has the same plans as I do when it comes to stepping into our fathers’ shoes.
My eyes flick to Eric, who is standing with his mom, PJ. He’s staring right at my sister. I pull my hat off, running my hands through my hair. I still feel like a dick for what I did to my own best friend and little sister all those years ago. I thought it was for the best. Now, I’m starting to think I fucked up. They had been so close, but I ruined their relationship based on some idea that I was protecting my sister. All these years later and they still haven’t mended it fully.
“Don’t worry about Daisy and Eric.” My father reads my mind. “They’ll work it out.” He pushes off the barn. “Remember what I said.”
“You’re the one who told me that when you saw Mom you knew right then she was going to be yours.”
A smile pulls at his lips. My parents have never hidden their love or affection for one another. Growing up I used to think it was embarrassing, but now that I have my eyes set on Noelle, I understand it.
“You’ve got a point, son.” He slaps me on the back. “Don’t go after her if you’re not planning on her being your forever.” I simply nod. I don’t tell him that it’s not a question of if she’ll be my forever but when. Because Noelle is it for me. Now the only thing I have to do is convince her of it.
“Understood, Dad.” He strolls back over toward Mom, tucking her into his side. Like always, my eyes linger back on Noelle.
This is how I prefer her. Her blond hair down, her face free of any makeup, letting me see the subtle freckles on her nose and cheeks. She smiles at something Bryson said, showing off those giant dimples in her full cheeks. I grit my teeth reminding myself the Davis brothers are my friends.
She pushes her glasses up her nose, turning her head until her eyes meet mine. She looks away quickly. Looking at her now in sneakers, a pair of ripped-up jean shorts and a shirt covered with cookies that I think are dancing you’d have no idea she was a fucking beauty queen.
Her mom had her in and out of pageants for years. Noelle grew to hate it over time. I fucking hated it from the start. Her mom makes her dress up into something she’s not. I think my girl went along with it for so long because she wanted to be close to her mom. That didn't work out so well. Her parents are strange. That's the best word I can think of to describe them. She’s grown close to my parents because of my little sister Daisy.
She turns, heading back toward the house, making me wonder where she’s going. This is her and my sister’s graduation party. I never thought this day was going to come.
Before I know what I’m doing, I’m following her into the house. I pass through the kitchen, where my mom tries to hide a smile. Noelle stops in front of Daisy's room, turning the knob to go in. I snag her around the waist and pull her into my room across the hallway. I can’t wait another second to be close to her.
“Josh, what are you doing?” She lets out a small laugh thinking I’m playing with her. I don’t let her go as I kick the door closed and turn the lock. “Josh?” She looks up at me, her pink tongue coming out to wet her lips. It’s too much. A man can only take so much temptation.
I take her mouth. She lets out a surprised gasp. I take advantage of that moment, slipping my tongue into her sweet mouth. I fucking knew she’d taste good. Like peaches and cream. Her hands come up to my chest. She doesn’t push me away. She digs her fingers into it instead.
Her hands move from my chest to wrap around my neck. I pick her up, pinning her to the door as I keep on kissing her. I don’t want to stop, but I need to taste more of her.
I pull my mouth from hers to kiss her neck. She lets out a small moan that goes straight to my cock. Before I know it, I’m moving us toward the bed. I shouldn’t be, but I need more of her and she needs it too. She shifts her hips up and down, trying to dry hump on my cock. It feels damn good, but if she continues this will be over before it starts.
I place her on the bed, already pulling at her clothes. “Tell me to stop.”
“Don’t stop.” I growl at her response. She lifts her hips again, making me moan.
“Shirt and bra off,” I order her as I slip her shorts down her legs, pulling her shoes off with them. When I hook my fingers into her panties, I raise my gaze to meet hers.
“Josh.” She breathes out my name with so much need, spurring me on. I pull them down her legs, leaving her completely naked in my childhood bed. How many times have I dreamed about this? I trail my fingers up her smooth skin. “Your shirt needs to come off too.” I reach behind me, pulling it off. She licks her lips,
liking what she sees.
I know I’m built and it’s not from working out. It’s from the manual labor I do every day, and I’m more than fucking pleased she likes what she sees. I spread her legs slowly, giving her a chance to tell me no. She doesn't. Her pussy is already wet, her clit poking out, wanting my attention. I groan, burying my face between her thighs.
“Josh.” Her fingers dig into my hair as she rocks her hips, greedy for release. I listen to her small moans and heavy breathing to see what she likes. Reading her body for clues that I’m doing this right for her.
I suck her clit into my mouth, my tongue flicking it. Her whole body goes tight as the orgasm hits her. More of her juices flood my mouth. I drink them down, wanting every drop of her. I place a kiss on the top of her mound before I lift my head. Her eyes widen, her glasses gone somewhere in the shuffle.
“More?” I ask her. She nods her head. I trail my finger down her slit before pushing a finger inside of her. I grit my teeth at how fucking tight she is. Again, she rocks her hips, fucking my fingers as I slip another into her. Her breathing gets heavy again, and I know she’s about to come. I hook my finger to hit her just right, my thumb going to her clit as I send her over into her second orgasm.
She lies on the bed, looking up at the ceiling and trying to catch her breath. I pull my fingers out of her, licking them clean before I kick my shoes off and ditch my jeans. She lifts her head.
“Are we doing this?”
“Yeah, we’re doing this if you want to.”
She nods her head yes. I come down on top of her, kissing her. I want her to taste herself on my mouth as I reach down between us, pulling my boxer briefs down, never letting her mouth go. My cock rubs against her pussy as she digs her fingers into my back. I release her mouth to kiss her everywhere that I can, wanting to taste every single inch of her. I’ve been starved for her.
I shift my hips, letting my cock rub against her clit as I suck one of her nipples into my mouth. I grip the other in my hand. It’s a perfect handful. Yeah, she was made for me. I reach down, grabbing the base of my cock to press inside of her. I should stop. I should let her go away and experience her life, but I can’t. Not when she’s underneath me with her pussy wet from the orgasms I’ve given her and her body inviting me to give her more. This wasn't what I was expecting today. I was only going to steal a kiss. Then tell her that I was over all the secret looks. But she is as greedy as I am, wanting more.
So I give her more, pushing inside of her. I capture her mouth, pausing for a second to allow her to adjust. She’s so fucking tight, but she’s still wet from her two orgasms. I thrust into her more, breaking through her virginity. She whimpers into my mouth, her body going still. She stops kissing me back. I pull my mouth from her leaving myself fully inside of her. I brush her hair out of her face.
“You okay, princess?”
“Yeah. I feel full.” She shifts her hips. I let out a groan at how good it feels. She pulls me down for another kiss. I feel her legs spread wide, silently telling me she wants more. I pull out and thrust back in. A moan comes from her, and I pick up my pace, not sure how long I’m going to be able to last. My balls are already drawn up tight, wanting to come. I need her to come with me.
My finger goes to her clit, rubbing her just right. She throws her head back, arching her back as her pussy clenches around me as she comes again for me. I thrust a few more times, letting out a grunt as I spill inside of her. I keep rocking back and forth, drawing the pleasure out for both of us.
I slowly pull myself from her, feeling some of my cum drip out of her. My cock, which was half hard, comes right back to life. I roll over, taking her with me, then tuck her into my side as we try to catch our breath.
“Josh.” She whispers my name against my chest. She feels so fucking good next to me. This was so worth the wait. “You’re my best friend's brother.” Doubt is slipping in for her.
“So?”
“I love your family.” She sits up a little to look at me. Her cheeks are a rosy pink, and her lips are swollen from my mouth. “This could mess everything up.” She shakes her head, trying to get up. I keep my hold on her, not wanting this to end.
“This is happening between us, Noelle.”
“It can’t,” she hisses.
I release my hold as she pulls herself from the bed. I lay there and watch her pull on her clothes. My eyes never leave her body.
“Stop staring at me.”
“I just had my mouth all over you. And my cock buried deep inside of you.” Her cheeks go from pink to red. She turns, giving me a view of her ass that would bring a man to his knees. One day I’ll take her there too. She pulls up her panties and then shorts.
“Okay.” She lets out a breath. “This is our secret.”
“Whatever you say, princess.”
She glares at me. “Stop calling me that.” She hates the nickname I gave her years ago. When she was in her pageants she looked like a damn princess.
“You were okay with it when I was inside of you.”
Her eyes go wide. “Josh. I didn't know you could be so..so... so.”
“Greedy for you?”
“Dirty.”
Yeah. I could see that. I live my life by the rules, doing everything as it should be done, but not with her. With her I’ll play dirty if it means that she will be mine forever.
She runs her fingers through her hair. “I’m going to have cake and hang with Daisy. You keep that mouth of yours shut.”
“There are a lot of other things I’d like to do with my mouth.”
She throws her hands up. “You're out of your mind.” She turns, heading for the door.
The only thing I’m gone for is her.
“You can run, but you know I’ll catch you.”
She flicks the lock on the door before turning to look back at me. Her eyes roam over my body before her eyes meet mine. I can see the desire there that she’s fighting. “I can’t lose this family. We shouldn’t have done this.” I don’t stop her as she slips from the room, leaving me alone. I flop back onto the bed. This did not go according to plan.
I guess it's time for plan B. Not that I have one, but I’ll figure it out because Noelle is going to be mine.
1
Noelle
Months later
“I don’t need all of that.” I watch my mom try and shove another overdone dress into a box. “I already packed what I need.” It’s moving day. I’ve been waiting for this all my life. Sweet freedom. Not only that, I am getting it with my best friend Daisy. It’s going to be marvelous. I already spend as much time as I can over at the Prices’. They are everything a family should be and nothing like my family at home.
“What if we do a pageant this year? You’ll be in the city.”
I should have known it wasn't going to be so easy to quit those. When I’ve told my mom in the past that I was done doing pageants, she only nodded. She’s trying to live her dreams vicariously through me, not caring about what I want. Stopping means it will be over for her. This is why I hate pageants. At first I did them because I was too young to realize what I was doing. Then I’d kept it up because I thought it would bring me and my mom closer together. It didn't. I gave up that battle years ago. I shouldn’t have to fight to be close to my parents. I am closer to Daisy’s parents Bunny and Jameson than them.
“Mom. I’m not doing them anymore.”
“But you’re beautiful.” Her nose scrunches. “Well, when you wear makeup and take those ridiculous glasses off your face you are. What’s the point of contacts if you don’t wear them?”
“I think she’s always beautiful,” Josh drawls. He gives me a smile that makes my insides flutter, but I can see the anger behind his eyes at what my mom said. I’m used to her saying these things to me, so I don’t even waste my time getting upset about them anymore. I’ll never change her. I stopped trying a long time ago.
“Josh, what are you doing here?” My mom puts on a fake smile. Everything is
always a show.
“Helping the girls move. Eric is loading Daisy’s stuff, so I thought I’d head over here and get a start on Noelle’s.
“We have more stuff to pack still.”
“Mom. I’m not moving that far away. I can come back if I need something.” So not coming back for any of this crap.
“Fine,” she snips at me before leaving my bedroom in a huff.
“Don’t.” I point my finger at Josh. His easy smile drops away as he kicks the door closed. I have no idea where this side of Josh has been hiding. I’ve known him since I was little, and all I’ve ever seen was the polite all-American cowboy. This Josh is something way different than that.
My body betrays me as I feel myself grow wet between my thighs. Ever since that day in his bedroom it’s like my body has a mind of its own, wanting me to crawl back into bed with Josh so he could do all those dirty things to me again. So he could unleash the wicked part of him that he hides so well.
“I’ve been giving you your space, but time’s about up, princess.” He leans up against the door. His eyes roam over me. I swear it feels as though he’s touching every inch of me when he looks at me this way.
“Your sister would lose her mind if she knew what you were doing.”
“Are you sure about that?” He pushes off the door. I take a step back.
“I don’t know but it’s a terrible idea! Your family is like family to me.”
“Yeah, I get that. Your parents are shit.” I bite my lip to try and keep from laughing. He’s right, but it’s nice to hear someone else say it.