My Virgin Cowboy

by Sade Rena

  Those are all the thoughts running through my mind as I pull the see-through lace top over my white cami. There’s no turning back now. Leah’s aware I’ll be attending, and she will not let me back out. Plus, I’m supposed to be there in about twenty minutes. So I put on my figurative big girl pants and pull myself together.

  I slip my feet into my strappy nude heels, grab my clutch and do one more take in the full-length mirror.

  A long flowing skirt is classy, right? Not too much?

  I push my shoulders back and hit the light before I walk out of my room. I’m approaching the stairs when there’s a knock on my door. A frown finds my lips, and I hurry down to see who it may be.

  The weather has turned, leaving a beautiful breeze in the air most nights, so I grab my light jacket and keys from the hook. Remembering the bottle of wine I plan to offer as a gift, I rush to the kitchen to retrieve it from my new island. The person knocks again, hurrying me along. I yank the door open, a smile escaping me.

  Parker.

  “Wow. You’re beautiful,” he says the moment he sees me.

  My skin grows flushed. “Thank you. What are you doing here?” I close the door behind me, but not before stealing a glance down his frame. This is the first time I’m seeing him in a button-up, but I admit, I like the way the white shirt looks on him.

  “I wanted us to ride over together. You don’t mind, do you?”

  “Not at all,” I say with my back to him as I secure my house.

  “Great.”

  There’s a tension that leaves his shoulders at that moment, and I realize he’s just as nervous as I am. Is it bad that his discomfort sets me at ease? To know if there’s an awkward moment, he’ll live in it with me makes it easier to pull it together.

  “Ready?” I beam.

  “If you are?” He leads the way.

  I take half a second to step off behind him and skip to catch up to his long-legged strides. He holds the door open for me, closing it the moment I’m seated and buckled in. I watch as he struts to the other side of his oversized truck. He hops in and starts the engine.

  “My momma’s a stickler for being on time, so let’s roll.”

  He turns out of my drive, sending dust flying around his tires. The sky is draped in hues of orange and purple from the sunset as his radio plays. I gaze out the window, watching the stars on the way to his family’s estate.

  With each passing minute, I grow more comfortable and realize there may be nothing to worry about. They love Leah, so they’re bound to love me. It’s weird to say, but we’re practically the same.

  The ranch comes into view once we make our last turn, and I sit up in my seat. He reaches into the back for his hat, plopping it on my head. I give him a quizzical glance.

  “Still looks better on you.”

  I laugh and slap his thigh. He’s nervous. I stroke his cheek to reassure him. The sudden confidence I have comes out of nowhere, and seeing how worried he is, helps me some. Not that I want him to be uncomfortable, but it gives me something to focus on other than my own thoughts.

  When we enter through the front door, I tuck the wine bottle under my arm and slip inside, waiting for him to guide us. Leah’s laugh sounds off, followed by a heartier one.

  “My dad’s been drinking,” Parker whispers in my ear. “His voice is only that boisterous when he’s had a beer or two.”

  I chuckle. Good, that’s at least something I have in common with one of them.

  Parker takes my jacket and hangs it up near the door. He grabs my hand, pulling me down the long stretch of wall to the kitchen. He’s ahead of me by a foot, so he reaches the threshold first. His chest puffs out, and he releases me before rushing inside.

  “Ma.” He beams.

  “There’s my baby.” A middle-aged, dark-haired woman screams.

  Leah sees me and comes for me, grinning ear to ear. Everything happens so fast that I lose Parker when Leah tugs me further inside. Denton meets us near the island and offers me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. When I look up, Parker and his mother are hand in hand, both grinning at each other. The sight warms my heart.

  An older gentleman approaches me, and I recognize immediately where Parker gets his looks. Where Denton resembles his mother with dark hair and features, Parker takes after his father. They both have the same dirty blonde hair and super defined cheekbones. And those beautiful blues I’ve fallen for belong to this man, too.

  “Momma, dad,” Leah yells to gather everyone’s attention. “This is my best friend, my sister, Renee.”

  I smile and glance around the room, waving at the two new faces. “Nice to meet you.”

  “I remember you from the wedding.” His mom says as she approaches me with open arms.

  I accept her hug, drowning in her warmth.

  “Hi, sweetheart, good to see ya again.” Mr. McNeely says before planting a kiss on my cheek.

  “So, we’re all here?” Mrs. McNeely clasps her hands together.

  “Yup.” Leah answers.

  “Good. I can’t wait to see what my daughter cooked for my welcome home dinner.”

  Leah grins, and I can tell she loves the affection and connection she shares with Denton’s mom. I have only been here for a few seconds, but I get it. They’re so loving and infectious. It makes sense how optimistic and free-spirited both Parker and Denton are. They get it from their parents. So homely and hospitable.

  Mrs. McNeely and Leah lead us all into the dining room. Their parents take the two end seats while Denton and Leah take the right side, leaving Parker and me with the left. He allows me to sit before he does.

  Being here together takes me back to our first meal. It was a week after I jumped his bones at the bar, and I was certain I’d never see him again. Now, look at us all these months later, having dinner with his parents no less.

  I bring the bottle from under my arm. “Oh, I brought wine for dinner tonight.”

  Mr. McNeely takes the bottle and sticks in the chiller next to a half-empty one.

  “I like her already.” Mrs. McNeely says. “I’m Daphne, but everyone calls me Momma.”

  I smile. “I can call you, Momma.”

  “And my husband is Parker, Sr.”

  I glance at Parker with my chin buried in my shoulder. “So, you’re PJ.”

  “Don’t call me that,” he snaps sarcastically.

  “We’ve been tryna to get that to stick since he was a kid. But he wouldn’t have it.” Daphne says. “Pour me a glass, sweetheart.” She directs at Denton.

  I realize the pattern of their names. Parker gets his name from their dad, and Denton carries the first initial of their mom’s name.

  God, this family is too cute.

  “Do you have any nicknames, Renee?”

  “Leah calls me, Nay. But there’s Nay Nay, Riri, and some off the wall names my family’s given me over the years. I prefer being called by my name, though.”

  “Well, Renee is a beautiful one.”

  I smile. “Thank you.”

  Parker, Sr. helps himself to the food and, in his own way, is telling us all to make it snappy. We take turns passing the items around, loading our plates with a helping of everything prepared. Leah outdid herself tonight. Everything tastes terrific, and I don’t think I’ve ever had salmon this moist.

  As we eat, Daphne fills us in on their trip. I find myself jealous of their ventures. Even Leah tells Denton they need to plan a trip soon. Who wouldn’t love three-plus months of travel with the love of their life? I know I would—one day.

  Mrs. McNeely instructs their dad to showcase the pictures he took of their time away. He passes his phone around, and we all marvel over the images.

  Parker, Sr. digs into his fish, popping a piece into his mouth. “So, Renee? How are you settling into our little town? I’m sure it’s vastly different from life in Washington, DC.”

  I swallow my food. “It’s very different.” We all chuckle. “But it’s been great. Everyone here is so nice and welcoming.”


  “That’s good. Sorry, we weren’t here to greet you. We’ve been waitin’ for a chance to get away since we brought this ranch,” Daphne interjects.

  “Oh, it’s fine. I’m meeting you now, so it’s all good. And your boys would’ve made you proud.” I grin toward Parker before taking another bite.

  “Actually, Parker helped her fix up the Clark house. You should see it now,” Denton offers.

  Daphne chews before continuing. “Oh. Do you have pictures?” she asks.

  “No—”

  “Yes—”

  Parker and I say at the same time.

  “Yes, I sent some to my mom this morning,” I finish.

  Daphne holds her hand out to me. “Show me.”

  I pass her my phone and watch the expressions she exudes.

  “This is gorgeous.” Daphne squeezes Parker’s hand. “Sweetie, you did a brilliant job.”

  She continues to flip through my phone and pauses, her eyes growing wide. Her gaze meets mine and lingers for a second. Daphne sucks in a breath before speaking again.

  “That must have taken a while.” She looks between Parker and me quizzically. “You two should be rather close now.” She clears her throat, and picks up her glass, staring at me over the rim. “Well, you did great, baby.” She gives me my phone face down.

  My shoulders stiffen when I see the last picture on the screen. No wonder she keeps looking at the two of us. Sweat lines my brow as I contemplate deleting the photo of his butt. I couldn’t help myself. He was bent over, working on the house, and I wanted a little reminder—but now I’m mortified.

  “I’d say we’re close,” Parker says between mouthfuls of parmesan rice.

  Momma swallows and sips her wine, peeking at us over her glass. “Hmm.”

  He sits back and grabs my hand, pulling it to his chest. “She’s my girlfriend,” he blurts.

  We all face him as he grins at his mother, unfazed, and proud of his announcement. When he looks at me, he smiles and squeezes my hand tighter. Suddenly I’m cold, and a shiver surges through me. He continues to stare at me, warmth, and determination behind his gaze.

  To keep my throat from going dry, I gulp and snatch my wine, taking a big sip. My heart flutters, my blood races, and I fill with emotions. Leah squeals, and Denton nods.

  “You don’t say.” Daphne smiles.

  I know now the picture indeed gave it all away. But that’s the last thing I care about—he just called me his girlfriend.

  “You ready?” He asks when we step up on the porch of his cottage.

  I nod.

  “Close your eyes,” he directs.

  I do as he requests and wait for him to unlock the door and show me the project he’s been so proud of. He escorts me in, instructing me to step over the door jamb. I’m surrounded by the scent of wood and paint.

  “Okay, you can look now.”

  I glance around the room. It’s empty except for a small TV and a couch. It’s a cute, quaint build, similar to Denton’s and Leah’s. But where theirs has two bedrooms for a growing family, this is fit for a single man.

  “I wanted to make sure you had somewhere to sit, so I brought my couch over until I can move the rest of my things in,” he says as I continue the tour.

  I step into the back room, flip the light, and admire the size, instantly picturing a king-size bed in the space. His closet is enormous, big enough it can be a tiny office or something. I come back out into the living room and saunter over to the bathroom. There’s a large jacuzzi style tub with modern fixtures.

  Parker’s standing in the kitchen, sipping a beer when I join him. I take it from him, swallowing a mouthful of my own.

  “This is so nice.” I push my back against his front. “You did this from the ground up?” I ask, handing him back his drink.

  He takes a swig. “Yeah.”

  I turn and wrap my arms around his waist. “Tell me again why you aren’t doing this for a living?”

  He peers down at me, his shoulders slumping when he sighs. “We’ve been groomed to take over the ranch. Construction is more like a hobby.” He pours more beer in my mouth then kisses me.

  “This isn’t just a hobby. You’re too good for that. This is your passion.”

  He flicks my nose. “You’re my passion.”

  I smile and dig my chin into his chest. “So I’m your girlfriend, huh?”

  “Yeah.” He stares into my eyes. “Is that okay with you?”

  I rise on my toes. “That’s perfect.”

  We kiss, and it’s one of the most passionate kisses I’ve had in all of my adult life. He sits his drink on the counter and grips me by the waist. His hold is firm, sure, dominant. I want to ask where this confidence comes from, but he doesn’t give me a chance too.

  Parker scoops me up, planting his strong hands under my ass for support. I giggle at the sudden movement but compose myself. He kisses me again with a force that surprises me. His tongue dances around my mouth, tickling the roof of it before suckling my lips. I moan into him, appreciating this newfound assurance.

  He carries me over to the sofa and releases me. I slide down his body, the firmness of his frame, and the aggression in his touch sparks my nymphomaniac side. Parker cups my face, and I reposition our stance, so the back of his legs are against the couch. I push him down, and the way he looks at me causes my thighs to quiver.

  “I want to make love to you, babe,” he announces, and I smile.

  He’s so sweet, always asking for permission before he does anything to me.

  “You asked me once before what it takes to please me?” I say, straddling him.

  He nods.

  “Don’t ask.” I move his palms to my ass. “I’m yours, and you can have me anytime or any way you want.”

  His dick twitches beneath me, and he moans. “God,” he growls. “Take your top off.”

  I do.

  “Your bra.”

  That too.

  Parker wets his lips while taking both my mounds in his grasps. “Why are they so perfect?” he groans and sucks the right one.

  Watching him as he enjoys himself with my breast is euphoric. Being with him is even better, more than I ever thought possible.

  “Pull your skirt up,” he demands in between licks to my nipples.

  Parker lifts, digging in his back pocket. He pulls out his wallet and a second later a condom. It isn’t lost on me how composed he is, far better than the first two times we were in this predicament.

  He undoes his pants and pulls it out without removing his bottoms. I wait while he dresses his dick in the protective sleeve, my breathing already getting away from me. He grips my hip with one hand and pulls me in for a kiss with the other.

  “Ride me,” he whispers into my mouth.

  My body shudders at his request, and I breathe into him. With my skirt bunched in a fist, I use my other hand to move my panties to the side. He helps guide me down on his shaft, both of our mouths gaping open once I’m fully seated. Parker closes his eyes and presses his head into my chest. He’s bracing himself. I give him a moment to collect his urges before moving up and down, still watching him as I do.

  I lean forward to lick his earlobe, and he shivers. “Don’t overthink it. Just enjoy it,” I say.

  “I don’t want to come.”

  “If you need to come, come. I’ll be ready to go again when you are,” I assure him.

  I can sense he’s uncertain of what I’ve said to him, and I get it. Men are taught it’s bad to finish before their woman. Not that all men think about that, but he does. I appreciate his desire to please me, but if he knew the satisfaction I get from seeing my man come undone, he wouldn’t be questioning it.

  With his eyes locked on me, he grabs my cheeks in his palms, separating them to bury himself deeper inside me. My lids close from the sensation and the dominance in his touch.

  Parker licks the space between my breasts. “I love how big your tits are,” he announces and smothers himself with th
em.

  Still grinding in his lap, I push my boobs together. He flicks his tongue out, running it across both nipples, and moaning at the same time. My head goes back when I feel him growing inside me.

  It never fails to surprise me how a man as hung as him, as sweet as him, and as fine as him has never been with anyone before. But I’m glad I’ve had the chance. I’m glad I got too drunk for my own good, and I’m glad his friends dared him to get out.

  Parker thrusts up, the crook in his dick hitting my spot. I cry out from the pleasure, my pussy tightening around him. He groans and reaches my G-spot once more. And just like before, I lose myself. He senses my needs and grabs my waist, holding me above him and continues pumping into me.

  “Oh, yes, right there, Parker,” I yell.

  His nails dig into me as he accepts my challenge and slams me down on his lap. I yelp, but only in pleasure. I find my groove, bucking my hips in tune with his, and lock my fingers in his hair. When I look down, his tongue is out, fighting to connect with my breast as I bounce atop him.

  My head falls back as my orgasm builds, and when he reaches for my clit, I almost faint. He’s worried about finishing too soon, but if he keeps that up, that’s it for me.

  “I want you to gush all over me again,” he requests. “Can you do that for me?”

  I nod. “Mm-hmm.”

  Parker quickens both his strokes and the circles he does on my nub. I fuck him back, wanting nothing more than to reach the orgasm that’s right there. It hangs in the balance, waiting to rupture.

  My chest caves, and my breathing goes shallow. He keeps pushing into me, but instead of focusing on my breast like he has most of the night, he’s staring at me. Hard.

  “Oh shit, babe. I feel you squeezing me. You’re coming, ain’t you?”

  “Yes.”

  He meets me stride for stride while still massaging my clit. I lose myself, and every ounce of composure I have when my juices pour out around him.

  “Fuck, Renee. I feel you, baby.”

  Parker kisses me, draining me of every breath I have left. It doesn’t take him long to reach his climax, and before I know it, we’re both spent and sated. Without pulling out of me, he strokes my hair and plants a kiss to my nose.