My Virgin Cowboy

by Sade Rena

  With my shoulders pushed back, I take in a deep breath, encouraging myself to focus. I pull my eyes from her mouth and admire her. She leans forward, accepting the food.

  “Mm,” she moans as the juice flows down her chin.

  Everything around me slows, and my sights narrow in on the liquid, threatening to drip onto her blouse. Renee closes her lids and enjoys the taste of Nikki’s greens. It’s the best food in a hundred-mile radius, so I understand her expression.

  But, God! That moan.

  My heart races, and my fingers tingle with anticipation. I cup her cheek, using my thumb to wipe the wetness from her chin. Renee looks at me, and her eyes squint with her mouth ajar. I watch her chest hitches as her breath seems to lodge in place.

  There isn’t much space between us, but I move closer anyway, erasing whatever distance remains. She licks her lips, drawing my attention back to her mouth. Her eyes gloss over when I lean in and am only seconds away from kissing her.

  My shoulders curl, and she lifts on her toes, bringing our touch together. Her scent fills my lungs, relaxing every muscle in my body. It always does. I don’t know what it is, but being close to her, having her in my arms, is electrifying. It always feels like—home.

  I deepen our embrace, running my hand to the back of her neck and lock my fingers in her hair. My free hand finds her waist, and I turn us so her back is pressed into the island. The need to explore every nook and cranny of her body takes over, leaving no room for whatever inhibitions I have.

  I squeeze her hips, push our pelvis together, and rub the back of her thigh and up again. I groan, and almost instinctively, she moans in response.

  She’s so amazing, I think, while continuing to let my grasp roam her body. Images from the other night flash in my mind, and I quiver from the memory. It’s as if my nerves relive it all over again. The throbbing in my jeans, the racing of my heart, all of it comes back to me at this moment.

  I want her. No, I need her.

  Over and over, and more after that. Is this it? The addicting craving my friends rave about? Is it always this way, or is it because it’s her?

  She pulls away with her breast rising and falling against me. “Wow.”

  Pride fills me, and I fight the urge to smile. She doesn’t even know what she does to me. She doesn’t realize that one word is like a seal of approval, showing me I can evoke similar feelings within her.

  Renee swallows with her eyes full. “Um.” She pauses. “Yesterday, you wanted to ask me something?” she says, breaking the lustful tension around us.

  I swipe a curl behind her ear, letting my touch linger just behind her lobe. “I did.”

  She blinks. “What was it?”

  Unsure of what to say, I peer at and lick my lips. Things need to be perfect between us. I want her to enjoy being with me just as much as I enjoy being with her. Denton’s advice weighs heavily on my mind, and I crave to do what he suggests.

  “Teach me how to please you.” I run the tips of my fingers down her shoulder, stopping at her waist and pulling her closer to me. I lean in to kiss her, claiming her like it’s the last thing I’ll ever do.

  A hard, shaky breath forces its way from her. “Okay,” she says against my mouth.

  Her hand scrapes down my chest, sending tingles to my toes. Renee locks sights with me when she moves my grasp from her hips and redirects me to the tail of her skirt.

  She leads me to the inside of her thigh, moving my fingers in slow sensual circles. I take it upon myself to switch to the other, and when I do, she sighs sweetly. I mimic what she just showed me, confident I’m doing well.

  “Sit me on the island,” she whispers with her arms hanging loosely around my neck.

  Without hesitation, I brace myself and swoop her up, planting her on the cold, hard surface. I reach for the waistband of her skirt, dying to pull it from her body. My muscles twitch in anticipation, but she stops me, her palms firmly over mine.

  Renee moves me back to the space between her thighs. Her heat greets me, radiating through every nerve. Somehow knowing what she wants, I massage her flesh and love the sultry gaze she gives.

  She spreads her legs, and I groan as her skirt rises. I continue to rub her, going from her knees to her bikini line. With each pass, I deepen my caress, squeezing as I go. I walk my fingers to her center, stopping when I meet the seat of her panties. Biting down on a smile, I reach to peel them off.

  Renee lifts, helping me in my quest. I push her legs back and hold them in place while leaning down to kiss her once more. I come up for air, her legs still where I pinned them. She falls back onto her elbows, watching as I straighten out the left and stroke her from her calf to her erogenous zone.

  I strum a finger along her pelvis with my focus nowhere but on her center. Her eyes on me, and though I know I should do the same, I can’t. My jaw drops when her knees fall open, and her pussy stares back at me. I sigh with my breaths caught in my throat.

  God, it’s so pretty, I think, and rub her one more time.

  My hands find their way to her sex, stroking in a downward motion, alternating from one side to the other. When I start back at the top, I grow closer to her clit, brushing against it. Her leg twitches, but she regains composure. I repeat myself, going from long touches to short steady ones.

  “Do you like this?” I ask, desperate to know if I’m heading in the right direction.

  She doesn’t have to speak to give me an answer; her swollen nub does so for her. It glares at me, hard and exposed. I pinch it, and she shutters from the pleasure.

  “Uh, fuck,” she lets out with her head back.

  I continue to tease her clit, surprised by the arousal building within me. She enjoys my touch, and knowing this, sends power and conviction soaring through my veins.

  “Now rub it, Parker,” she instructs in short waves.

  I press my thumb on her button, giving her what she’s asking for. Confidence overcomes me, an emotion I’ve never had concerning sex. But it’s there, ready to be unleashed. Renee reaches out, rubbing my cheek, encouraging me to look at her. I glance up, my heart thumping so hard I swear we both can hear it.

  “Kiss me,” she demands.

  I do.

  Long.

  Hard.

  Feverishly.

  Every ounce of passion I have comes flooding to the surface, tipping over like a volcano. I grip the back of her head, forcing our mouths closer together while still working her clit. She moves her grasp between us and grips my wrist, guiding me to replace my thumb with my two middle fingers. Together we knead her nub, and when I glance down to see for myself what we’re doing, she stops me.

  Renee forces my gaze in place, but not once does she break the rhythm we have. Staring in her eyes like this is—hot. So hot, my skin burns from the intensity. She presses my fingers, instructing me to increase my pressure.

  Slow and deep is how I massage her.

  Slow and deep is how she likes it.

  “Mm-hmm,” she moans.

  The whisper of her breath against my lips, the sweet scent of her femininity, it all drives me wild. Heat surges, and my loins pulse behind my zipper. I want to witness her unravel at my touch, make her come and scream my name. I’d love to have her climbing the walls of pleasure, begging me to do this over and over.

  But with the way my desire is set up, I might be the one reaching the finish line. Would that be bad? If I were to cum my pants just from fingering her, what would she think of it? Would she be turned on by how turned on I am? Or would she still feel I’m inexperienced?

  Renee leans back on both palms, and I hike her skirt up to her waist, exposing all of her. The night air is warm, but it doesn’t keep chill bumps from forming on her thighs. She’s wet and coating my fingers.

  I bite down on my bottom lip. “Fuck,” I mutter.

  With one hand, I rub between her slit. And when I find her hole, my shoulders buckle at the pool of arousal waiting for me. I slip inside her, tensing when her head fal
ls back.

  “That’s it, Parker.” Her voice is broken and low.

  I smile, knowing I’m the one doing this to her—the one who has her spread eagle on my workbench. I’ve been so caught up in her. I didn’t even think of the fact anyone could walk in and catch us. They could see the beautiful faces she makes, and the subtle moans that escape her.

  They could see what’s mine.

  But even with that notion sitting at the back of my mind, I can’t stop. I guess it’s good the ranch is empty this time of day. I slide in and out of her, increasing my sweet torture. Her pussy squeezes before releasing me, and I know it’s sending her closer to the edge.

  The front of my jeans stiffens, and I run my palm down my crotch. I grip myself before refocusing on the beauty splayed out on the table. I turn with the underside of my hand facing the ceiling and curve my fingers, aiming for her G-spot. If I took nothing else from the clips I watched, it’s women like it when you do this.

  “Oh, yes. Damn it, Parker.” She drops to her elbows while making two fists.

  “Like this?” I moan, my breaths labored.

  She nods, her face contorted. “Yes,” she mutters and presses her lips together.

  Renee moves her hips, riding my hand, making me wish it was my dick instead.

  “Oh, shit. Baby, your pussy is so pretty,” I admit. “I want to watch you cum. Can you do that?”

  “I’m close.”

  “Yeah?” I huff. “Good.” I keep pressing against her spot but add my thumb to the mix, simultaneously working her sex.

  “Parker,” she cries, still humping my grasp. “Ah… Ah.”

  The more I stroke, the louder she gets, her accentuation vibrating off the walls. Cows moo in the distance, and I know it’s because we’ve disturbed them.

  Shit, that’s hot.

  To do such a job, her moans are heard in the distance. I groan and speed up, wanting to pull every drop of cum from her.

  She pants while squirming under my touch. I inch closer, now using both hands to please her. Her muscles contract, and her back bows just a little, signaling she’s on the verge of ecstasy. I hunch over and kiss her, holding her by the neck and slam my fingers in and out. Over and over, devouring the seductive energy, she feeds me.

  She tries to pull away by reaching for my wrist. “I’m coming. Shit, Parker, I’m coming,” she drags out her announcement.

  Her body slumps over the island spent and sated. I reach for her skirt and pull it down to cover her before helping her to sit upright. She opens her mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. Instead, she pulls me between her legs and cups my cheeks.

  We gaze into each other’s eyes, neither saying a word to the other. There’s no need. I made her feel good, and I know she appreciates it. Our foreheads touch, then our noses, before I claim her mouth with my own.

  If you had told me a year ago I would be here, in this position with such an amazing woman; I wouldn’t have believed you. For a long time after Madison, things were dark and lonely. But now—now that I have Renee, I found the part of myself I thought I lost.

  This is it. That moment my parents and brother told me about.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Parker

  “Where are we taking the horses?” Charlie asks while holding Spot, our newest pony, by the bearing rein.

  I unhook the gate on Harley’s trailer. “We’ll be on the left near the entrance. You’ll see the McNeely Pony Rides sign, it’s right next to the petting zoo,” I answer, leading him in line with the rest of the animals.

  He’s one of the oldest of our herd, but he’s excellent with kids. So we always bring him out for the bigger riders.

  “They aren’t making us share a pit with the Wilson’s again, are they?” she blurts. “Margo mentioned last year was a disaster and the cows went crazy when his pigs crossed over to our side.”

  I chuckle. “No. We weren’t sharing last year; their hogs caused the enclosure to snap. But I double-checked everything myself. It’ll hold.”

  “Okay,” she sighs with her brows raised. “I just wanna be prepared.”

  “Yeah, that was bad. But we’re okay. Chance already got them set up.”

  Charlie exits the barn with me behind her. “Will you need me to stick around to help get them all back in the stables? Tonight’s my pop’s birthday, I want to be home in time for cake,” she says over her shoulder.

  “No, we can handle it. I’ll be here all night, and Chance will be around too. Tell him we said happy birthday.”

  “Thanks, boss.” Charlie opens the encasing for the pony station and escorts Spot and another inside.

  I follow behind her, taking Harley to his corner and strap him to the posting. Not many of the older children or adults ride during the fair, so he doesn’t get put to work much. But on the off chance someone shows up, he’ll be here.

  We spend the next hour getting everything set up. People will pile in soon, and we need to be ready. I may not enjoy spending my day like this, but I take pride in doing it. It brings a smile to the children’s faces, and for me, that makes it all worth it.

  “How was your night?” Chance asks when he enters the pit with a wicked grin on his face.

  “It was fine,” I answer, and remove the brush from my back pocket.

  He leans over the pole that separates the petting area from where I am. “Just fine?”

  “Yeah. Why are you looking at me like that?” I quiz as I continue growing the horses.

  “Are you sure… Parker?” he moans my name.

  My eyes grow wide. “You asshole.” I throw the brush in his direction. “You better not have watched.”

  He dodges my toss. “It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what you two were doing. And keep on throwing shit, ya gon’ tear your rotator cuff.”

  “You’re such a dick.”

  He picks it up and slings the brush back to me. “Hey. You’re the one who was getting freaky in the shop. Could’ve at least closed the door.”

  “You make me sick. Tell me you weren’t a creep?” I straighten my shoulders, staring at him past the brim of my cowboy hat.

  “No, the cattle caught my attention, so I left my room to make sure no coyotes were out there. Then I realized what had the animals so riled up.” He grins.

  My cheeks heat, and sweat lines my brow. I should have closed the barn door, or better yet, waited until we were in private.

  “Don’t worry. I was decent and went back inside. No one else seemed to notice.”

  I let out a sigh of relief. I don’t regret what we did, but I would never want to have her in an uncomfortable position.

  “Mind ya damn business,” I blurt.

  Chance laughs and turns to tend to the cows. Children and their parents are filing in, giving me a much-needed distraction. I’m not sure what I would have done if he admitted he watched us. Wring his neck, that’s what. The thought of someone else catching a glimpse of my woman has my muscles in knots.

  My phone buzzes in my pocket, pulling my attention away from the line forming at my station. We’re always a hit during the fair. The little ones love to ride, and even though Chance tells me it’s all in my head, the mothers like to watch me. I may not be as experienced as him, but I know when a lady is checking out my butt. All proceeds go to the town’s restoration fund and help with supplies for the school and library, so I won’t complain.

  I dig my phone out, smiling when Renee’s name bounces across the screen. “Hey you,” I beam.

  There’s a low ruffle before her voice pours through. “Sorry, I dropped my phone.”

  “It’s okay. Are you on the way?” I rub the nape of my neck.

  The sun is already beating down on us, signaling it’ll be a long day. It’s all good, though. She agreed to keep me company, so that’s a glorious thing to look forward to.

  “That’s why I’m calling. I’ma be late.” She pauses, and more shuffles pierce my ears. “I need to make a run to FedEx, and considering we don’t
have one in Coldbank, I need to run to Bradford. But I am coming, I promise.”

  “Oh, no worries. Take care of what you need.”

  “I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

  “Okay. Drive safe for me.”

  There’s a brief pause. “I plan to.”

  She disconnects, leaving me grinning from ear to ear. When I glance to my left, Chance is staring and silently teasing me. I ignore his torment and gather my composure to let the first two kids in for a ride.

  “Here you go, Mr. Parker,” little Dahlia says, handing me her ticket.

  She’s followed by her brother Brandon, both eager to get started.

  “Thank you, Dahlia.” I nod. “Brandon, my man, what’s up?” I ask, taking his entry fee.

  “Oh, nothing. I want to ride Harley this year. I’m nine now,” he quips.

  “Nine is a big age. You sure you’re ready?”

  “I was born ready. Needy for speedy,” he adds while shaking two fists out toward me.

  I chuckle and tap the top of his Stetson. He’s a cool kid. We’ve been giving lessons to him and his sister since the start of spring. The boy has been itching to get his claws into my horse, claiming when he grows up, he’s going to be a Cowboy like the lot of us.

  “Hey, Parker!”

  “Hi, Mrs. Miller.” I direct my sights to their mother.

  She waves me off with the corners of her mouth, reaching her eyes. “Now how many times do I have to tell you to call me Brenda,” she flirts, batting her lashes at me.

  “Brenda,” I nod. “All right, Brandon. Let me get your sister situated. Then we’ll get you set up on Harley.”

  He nods and rushes over to stroke Harley’s coat. I take a few seconds to get Dahlia strapped in before Charlie takes the rein, allowing me time with Brandon.

  Charlie and I spend the next several hours doing laps with kids. Some were too afraid to finish, while others demanded more. It’s a tiring job, but it’s all for a good cause, and seeing the looks on everyone’s face makes the high temperature and long hours worthwhile. We’ve been at it all morning, and it’s finally time for a break.