Cowboy Up: A Contemporary Romance (The Cherry Series Book 1)

by Luna Starr

  I let her walk for a few minutes on a loose rein, staying relaxed as she got accustomed to the surroundings, then I collected her up and got her into a nice frame to start our hack. Her back was tense and I was sure she was tight from the drive out. After some time, I felt her back loosen and we did some basic exercises, including a spiral in and spiral out, we worked a square, a triangle, threw in some serpentines and finally did a slalom exercise.

  After forty-five minutes, I put her back on a loose rein and cooled her down. That was when I noticed that Tom was sitting on the porch with Rue, both of them watching me.

  “Nice riding,” she yelled.

  He held up a water bottle. “Want one?”

  “Sure,” I replied.

  He jumped off the porch and approached us as I halted Aria. He handed me the water and smiled up at me in that flirtatious way of his that was getting under my skin. “You’ve got skills, Summer.”

  “Did you doubt me?” I smiled down at him as I took a few gulps of the water and then handed the bottle back to him. Aria started to whinny like she was getting bored just standing here with me atop her.

  “Nope. Hey, Rue says you’ve got to go into town for a job interview over at the diner,” he started, sounding like an excited kid. “I can take you.”

  “I don’t want to be a nuisance,” I answered as I glanced back at the Chevy. “And I’ve got my own ride.”

  He chuckled. “Yeah, I’m still amazed you made it here in one piece in that thing.”

  I sighed because it was the truth.

  “Look, it’s no problem,” Tom continued. “Rue’s sending me to the store for some things anyway.”

  “Okay, thanks,” I replied, hearing the hesitancy in my voice.

  “You better get a move on then,” Tom continued. “Want me to rinse her off for you?”

  “No. No. I can do it.”

  “Okay. See you in forty minutes?”

  “I’ll see you then.”

  He headed back over to Rue, as I rode Aria out of the arena, all the while trying to ignore the sensation in my stomach which felt a lot like butterflies.

  Chapter Eight

  Tom

  Bob was nowhere to be found again, which probably meant she was at Summer’s. I walked up to the door and knocked but there was no answer. I turned the knob and it opened, so I popped my head in. “Hey, Summer, you around?” Still nothing.

  I took a step into the living room and didn’t see her but I whistled, figuring Bob might be in the bedroom. At the sound of Bob’s collar jingling, I realized I was right. I took another step inside and closed the front door behind me.

  “Summer?” I called in a louder voice. “Posh Spice!”

  “Yes!” she answered. “I’m in the bathroom about to take a shower!”

  “Sorry!” I yelled, my cock immediately stirring as soon as I wondered if she was naked yet. “Didn’t mean to bug you but I figured I might find Bob here,” I said. “I forgot to tell you that she has a knack for opening doors. You probably want to keep it locked.”

  “Oh yeah. Thanks,” she yelled back, through the cracked door of the bathroom. “I’ll be ready in a few.”

  “Good deal,” I answered as I called for Bob. The damned dog wouldn’t come. I took a few steps into the hallway toward Summer’s bedroom, calling for Bob a few more times. I heard her tail thumping against the bed and her collar jingling but that was it. I needed to get her fed before I took Summer into town.

  “You can come in and get her,” Summer called out from the bathroom with a laugh.

  “Thanks,” I grumbled as I walked into her bedroom and spotted Bob where she was sitting on Summer’s bed.

  “Gotcha,” I said to Bob as I grabbed her by the collar. “Sorry, Summer,” I apologized as I started to turn around and head back out.

  “Hold on, Tom!”

  I faced the bathroom, the door of which was cracked open a few inches, enough so that steam was pouring out of it. “Yes?”

  “Uh... would you be able to hand me my shampoo? I accidentally left it on top of the bed.”

  “Sure,” I said as I turned around and immediately spotted the shampoo. I grabbed it and then started for the bathroom, stalling with my hand on the doorknob. “Are you covered up?” I asked.

  “Yes,” she answered as I pushed open the door before I stepped inside. I could see the silhouette of her body behind the white shower curtain. If I had to rate a silhouette’s sexiness, I definitely would have given this woman a twelve out of ten. Maybe even a fifteen.

  Summer peeked her head out of the shower and smiled at me as she reached her arm out and I started to hand her the shampoo. I could see the long, elegant line of her neck that led to her collarbone and then below, to the swells of each of her breasts. I tried not to look but, damn me, that was a hard deal. I wasn’t sure if she was aware she was revealing so much of her beautiful body but I couldn’t keep my eyes off her.

  “If you could peel off the wrapper for me?” she asked hesitantly. “My hands are soapy and wet.”

  And from what I could see, so was the rest of her amazingly luscious body. I peeled off the wrapper on the top of the shampoo bottle and turned to face her. From my angle, I could see just enough of her to make my heart start doubling its beat. She opened the shower curtain a bit more as she leaned forward and extended her hand. I put the shampoo into it and she smiled at me. She closed the curtain again but not all the way. There was still a sizable gap. She started lathering her hair and closed her eyes as she leaned back into the water. I knew I should have turned around and walked out but I couldn’t. It was like my feet were suddenly in tar. All I could do was stand there and watch her. And I had to wonder if she’d intentionally left the sizable gap in the curtain. She also had to have known I was still standing there because I was a big man, so it went without saying that she would have heard me leaving.

  No, she knew I was still there. She had to have known. And she hadn’t closed the curtain all the way on purpose. It was as if she knew what she was doing and was deliberately teasing me. Sweat began to build on my brow, which was an indicator that I was extremely turned on. This was possibly the sexiest woman I had ever laid eyes on. Although I couldn’t see all of the goods, the curves I could see were enough to make my brain go numb.

  “Shoot, the conditioner is on the counter,” she said with a sigh.

  That meant she knew I was still standing there. I turned to face the sink and noticed the pink bottle of hibiscus scented conditioner.

  “Here,” I said, handing the bottle to her. When she reached up for it, she accidentally exposed her right breast. It was the most perfect example of the female breast I had ever seen—the skin was white and unmarred by anything, not even a freckle. And the pinkness of her small nipple made my mouth salivate because I wanted nothing more than to suck it, to take her into my mouth and taste her. After my eyes went to her tits, I quickly looked up at her face... well, at those stunning green eyes. Her strawberry blond hair was wet and plastered to her pale shoulders. She looked absolutely stunning.

  She quickly covered her breasts with her tiny hands, shock registering in her expression. Her hands were only capable of covering about half of her tits though. She snapped the shower curtain closed as a wave of disappointment rode through me.

  I could feel my cock swelling as I continued to stare at the outline of her, envisioning those perfect tits. This woman was hot. The whole series of events had my heart racing, and my cock was now straining against my boxers, demanding action.

  I watched as she lifted her slender leg and pushed it through the curtain as she started shaving. This was all deliberate, on purpose! It had to have been. I mean, she knew I was standing here, watching her. She knew I’d seen her luscious tits. And she hadn’t asked or demanded I leave. Was she teasing me?

  I slowly unbuttoned my jeans and then unzipped them, pulling them down my legs, along with my boxers. The material caught itself around my more than generously large cock that
was standing at full attention. I began stroking myself. My cock was throbbing right along with my heart.

  “Uh... Tom?”

  “Yeah?” I asked, hesitantly.

  “I can see what you’re doing,” she said but there was nothing angry about her tone. Instead, it was amused, curious, inquisitive.

  “Should I stop?” I asked.

  She paused for a moment. “Do you want to stop?”

  I laughed. “No,” I said. “The view out here is very good and, I’m sorry, but I just couldn’t help myself.”

  There was another long pause. Then Summer did something that surprised the hell out of me. She peeked her head out of the shower curtain and began to watch me stroke my cock.

  “Wow,” she said. My boxers were now around my ankles and I was stroking my huge dick with my left hand, all the while staring at Summer as she stared right back at me. Her eyes were wide and fixed on my cock. Almost like she’d never seen a man’s naked cock before.

  “You’re… you’re enormous!” she said in shock. Her eyes met mine and then returned them to my dick. I loved it that she seemed so in awe of me. Yes, I knew I had a huge cock. I’d heard that my whole adult life but there was something about the way she looked at it that was different. There was an innocence in her expression that I’d never witnessed on another woman before.

  Even though I’d had my fair share of erotic experiences, this was turning out to be one of the hotter ones. And that was something that struck me as odd considering I hadn’t even touched Summer and she hadn’t touched me.

  I continued to stroke my cock while she watched. My dick was so hard I couldn’t think straight and pre-cum was beginning to leak out of the head. A true sign of my excitement. God, all I could think about was gripping her tiny waist in my hands and then bending her over so I could take in all of that wide ass. Then I’d slam my rod so deep inside of her that she screamed.

  I stepped toward Summer in a calm, smooth motion so as to not startle her, all the while stroking my cock and imagining what it would feel like to push into her slick, tight depths. I looked into her eyes as if to say, ‘kiss me if you dare.’

  She responded by pulling open the shower curtain and displaying her gorgeous body from head to toe. And she was exactly that. Her tits were heavy and milky white with those tiny aureoles. And the hair on her pussy was cut short, making a perfect triangle above her lips.

  “You’re fucking stunning,” I said as I forced my eyes back up to hers. She looked a tad startled at her own boldness but whatever was going through her head wasn’t stopping her. She reached out and grabbed me by my shoulders, need burning deep in her eyes.

  “I want you, Tom,” she whispered.

  “Hold on, sweetie,” I said as I kicked off my shoes and then yanked off my socks, boxers and pants in record time. I stepped into the shower, feeling the hot water pour down on my shoulders. I pulled Summer’s body close to mine and thrilled over the feel of her in my arms, her soft skin against mine. I pressed her slick, wet body up against the back of the shower while the hot water fell on both of us. And then I kissed her. Her lips were soft and full. Her tongue was shy but eager. She kissed me all over my face and mouth with an excitement and anticipation I’d never witnessed before. As I pulled away from her and looked down at her, I realized that she was completely ready to go, dying for it, for me.

  My hard cock was pressed up against her luscious body, so big I half wondered if she could take it. But I wasn’t going to do anything down below until she gave me the sign. I needed her to touch me first. I wanted her to touch me first—to show me that she wanted me, that she wanted to be fucked by the biggest cock she would ever have.

  She leaned up on her tiptoes and kissed me again as I waited for her to touch my aching dick. As if channeling my thoughts, she reached down and felt my balls. They were nearly exploding with excitement as soon as her delicate fingertips brushed against them.

  I kissed her harder to let her know I approved of her choice as she reached down and enclosed my straining cock with her hand, stroking it in a gentle motion. I threw my head back and moaned as I clenched my eyes shut tight. She continued to rub me up and down, her grip tight and perfect. I slowly reached down as I opened my eyes and stared into her wide ones. I let my fingers trace up her thigh as she continued to stroke my cock. I touched her inner thigh and moved my hand upward, needing to feel her pussy.

  I was going for one thing only and when I felt the base of her swollen clit, my cock got even harder. She moaned and the sound was like music to my ears. Her clit was rigid with excitement and I rubbed it in circular motions, forcing myself to go slowly even though I wanted to bury my fingers deep inside her hole. I began sliding my fingers up and down her tight opening all while rolling my thumb over her clit. Summer’s eyes rolled back as I rubbed clit her faster and harder. Moans began to drip off her lips.

  She let go of my cock as the sensation proved too much for her, but she continued to passionately kiss me and moan while I continued to rub her swollen nub, loving the mastery I had over her body. Suddenly, she stiffened and grabbed my hands with both of hers as her eyes went wide.

  “We need to stop,” she breathed out.

  Disappointed, I did what I was told. “Let me make you orgasm,” I said as I looked down at her. “You don’t have to touch me but I want to do that for you.”

  She immediately shook her head. “No,” she said as she took a deep breath and stepped away from me. “I should never have started this.” She exhaled deeply. “I’m… I’m sorry.”

  I immediately stepped out of the shower because the last thing I wanted was for her to feel guilty about this. I glanced down and found I was still hard as a rock. Grabbing a towel, I covered myself and realized I’d need to take care of myself as quickly as I could so I didn’t get blue balls.

  “Don’t beat yourself up about this, please,” I started.

  “I’m sorry, Tom,” she said as she turned off the water and then just stood there, covering herself with the shower curtain.

  “Don’t be sorry,” I answered as I pulled on my boxers and then my pants. I wanted to give her privacy so I hurried into the other room to put on my shirt and my shoes. “If you want to talk to me, I’m here.”

  “Thank you,” she said but she sounded sad.

  “I’m going to go,” I called out. “But please remember what I said.”

  I never heard her response.

  Chapter Nine

  Summer

  I didn’t want to feel this way but I couldn’t believe what I’d just done—what I’d almost just done. I’d basically invited Tom into the shower with me and we’d very nearly had sex. I’d nearly just lost my virginity to someone I barely knew! What the hell was wrong with me?

  I had no desire to go after this guy. I didn’t. I knew that if something happened between us, he’d soon discover how truly messed up I was, and that would be that.

  But that shouldn’t even be a thought in your head right now! I berated myself. You have an interview to get ready for and you should be focused on that!

  And then I remembered who would be driving me there and I felt my heart drop all over again. God, what had I been thinking by basically inviting him into the shower with me? Where had the cool and levelheaded me gone? The one who had a plan laid out for her and one that didn’t include blue-eyed men with the devil’s smile?

  Focus on your interview, Summer! I yelled at myself. That’s the only thing you should be thinking about right now! Not Tom or his enormous…

  Looking at my clothes bunched together in the tiny closet, I didn’t know what to wear. I had plenty of clothes. Most of them with designer labels on them, which now kind of embarrassed me. I used to think that having a Tory Burch belt, or a pair of Chanel sunglasses, or a Kate Spade bag meant I was something or somebody. And yet that was so far from reality for me now. It just seemed stupid. An image of my dad flashed through my mind and I pushed it aside. I didn’t want to think about him right
now.

  I picked out a plain, white, quarter-sleeve blouse and a clean pair of jeans. I wondered though if maybe it was a little too casual for a job interview. So, I decided on a simple black pencil skirt and a pair of low-slung heeled sandals. I dried my hair, put on a bit of makeup and I was out the door. As I closed it behind me, my heart started to beat a little faster.

  Tom was waiting out front, tossing a ball for Bob who was running back and forth, looking happy. As soon as I saw him, my stomach sunk. Images of him touching me returned anew and I felt my cheeks heat up. What had I been thinking, leaving the shower curtain open? And as soon as I’d noticed him noticing me, I should have stopped it right there. And yet, I’d perpetuated the whole thing. I’d led him on. I’d wanted him to do what he had. God, what had gotten into me? And what was it about this guy? Besides his good looks, charm, and the fact that he adored his dog?

  He smiled as I stood at the bottom of the porch. “Ready?” he asked, acting completely nonplussed, like what had just happened between us had never really happened.

  “I think so.”

  “You look ready. You look, uh…”

  I felt my face go red as I glanced down at myself. Was there something wrong with the way I was dressed? “Is this okay?” I smoothed my hands over the top of my thighs.

  “I think it’s great,” he answered and seemed like he was at a loss for words, a role I had yet to see him in. He cleared his throat as his attention settled on something in the distance behind me. “I think you look great.”

  I turned around to see Brady walking toward us. “What’s going on?”

  “I was just taking her into town so she can talk to Sharon, and Rue asked me to grab some things at the store,” Tom answered quickly.

  Brady nodded. “I see.”

  I couldn’t help but notice that Brady was eyeing Tom and if I wasn’t mistaken, it was with suspicion. On top of that, Tom seemed a little anxious.

  “Well, you two better get going,” Brady said as he watched Tom narrowly. “Just remember what I told you.”