Wrangling the Cowboy (Circle B Ranch Book 3)

by Kennedy Fox

  It feels amazing to be able to touch him wherever and however I want. Considering it’s been so long since we’ve been together, I drop to my knees and put the tip of his length in my mouth. Gavin places his palms on the wall to steady himself as I tease his cock with my tongue. His grunts only encourage me to devour as much of him as I can. Knowing how good I make him feel gives me all the confidence I need to continue.

  His head rolls back on his shoulders, and his body tenses, but I don’t let him come, not yet. When I stand, I brush my fingers over his thighs and up his stomach muscles, then give him a devilish grin. Gavin leans forward and plucks my bottom lip into his mouth.

  “You wanna play dirty, sweetheart?” he asks.

  With a popped eyebrow, I smile. “Maybe.”

  “Alright,” he says, turning off the water and handing me a towel from the cabinet.

  After we’re dry, Gavin leads me to the bedroom. Seconds later, he removes my towel and moves me to the king-size bed. I sit and climb up, watching him intently. Swiftly, he grabs my ankles and slides me down to the edge. His warm mouth sucks on my clit until I’m squirming, then he flicks it with his tongue. Gavin goes painfully slow, allowing the orgasm to build to monumental levels before he slides a finger inside. Reaching up, he grabs one of my nipples and pinches. The sensation soars through me. My pants seem to please him, and before I come, he pulls away.

  “Welp, that was fun.”

  I prop myself up on my elbows and look at him with wide eyes. “You wouldn’t.”

  “You started it in the shower,” he reminds me.

  “Alright,” I say, slowly moving my hand down my stomach and resting my fingers on my hard nub. “I’ll finish myself. Trust me when I say I’ve had lots of practice.”

  Slowly, I massage my clit and close my eyes. Moans escape me as I love how good it feels even though I still wish it were his mouth.

  “That’s hot as fuck,” he admits. Grabbing my wrists, he pulls them away. “But that’s my job.”

  His tongue goes inside me, and he hums as he tastes me. “Delicious.”

  I don’t know how much more I can take of him waging war on my pussy, but I try to hold the orgasm back as long as I can. Seems like an impossible feat and becomes one when my muscles tense and the build begins.

  “Yes, baby, come for me,” Gavin encourages. He finger fucks me as he flicks his tongue against me, picking up the pace. Seconds later, I’m crumpling beneath him, screaming his name. The orgasms nearly blind me, and I feel as if I’d been shot to the upper atmosphere. When I’m brought back to reality, all I can do is grin.

  I move my head to the side and coax him toward me. He obliges and slides his tongue up my body until both of his arms are on either side of me as he hovers above.

  “I’ve missed you so damn much, Maize,” he admits.

  I bite my bottom lip. “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel the same.”

  “We’re good together. You should just give up your game.”

  Before I respond, I wrap my arms around his neck and bring his mouth to mine, wanting to kiss him and taste myself on his tongue. The tip of his dick sits outside my entrance, and I want nothing more than to have him inside me.

  “I should get a condom,” he says before he continues.

  “I’m on the pill,” I admit. “I want to feel you. All of you.”

  “You’re sure?” he asks, being the perfect gentleman.

  I nod, begging him with my eyes. I’ve never wanted a man to take me as much as I want him to at this very moment. Slowly, he moves forward until we’re one again. I gasp, forgetting just how big he is, and open my thighs wider to give more clearance.

  “You okay?” he asks, making sure he’s not hurting me, which I appreciate.

  I nod. “Yes, feels amazing,” I encourage, wanting him to lose control with me tonight.

  Gavin takes it slow at first, his eyes meeting mine. Something boils between us, an energy I can’t quite describe. It’s magical and dangerous because I’m feeling things for him that I haven’t experienced in a long ass time. I push the thoughts away, and my eyes flutter closed. Scratching my nails down his back, I hum his name.

  “Fuck me, Gavin,” I beg.

  A second later, he’s flipping me onto my stomach and moving me to the edge of the bed. I stick my ass into the air as he grabs my hips and slides inside. In this position, he might split me in two. He slaps my ass with his hand, and the pain causes so much fucking pleasure.

  “You like it when I do that?”

  “Yes,” I call out. “Slap my ass harder.”

  He does exactly what I say. The orgasm comes quick, without much of a warning, and I feel as if I internally combust. Sex this good should be illegal.

  “You’re so goddamn tight,” he groans, moving in and out of me so quickly our skin smacks together. He grunts.

  “Fuck, Maize,” he moans, and then he loses it. Grabbing my hips, Gavin comes, and I feel his warmth inside me. It takes us a minute to catch our breath, and I swear I’m dreaming. After we’re clean, I collapse on the bed like my body is gelatin.

  We stare at the ceiling, and my mind is mush. Gavin rolls over on his side and wraps his arm around my stomach, pulling me close to his body. I lay my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as he holds me. As his fingers brush against my arm, I close my eyes.

  Being with him was the perfect ending to my day, and somehow I instantly fall asleep.

  The next morning, the sun blasts through the windows and wakes me. My eyes flutter open, and it takes me a minute to realize where the hell I am. When I look over, Gavin wakes up.

  He almost looks shocked and pulls me into his arms.

  “Good morning,” he says. “Glad to see you’re still here.”

  I playfully smack him, and he laughs. “I guess I kinda deserve that. What time is it?” I ask, knowing my phone is probably still in my jeans on the bathroom floor.

  “Almost eight.”

  My eyes go wide. “Eight? Shit.”

  “You gotta at least let me cook you breakfast. I kinda owe you for all the blueberry pancakes of yours I’ve eaten over the past few months,” he says, and I laugh.

  It’s so tempting, but I know I have to go. “Can I take a rain check? Crap. I need to run home and grab a change of clothes so I don’t get questioned by my entire family for wearing the same thing as yesterday.”

  Gavin sits up, giving me the perfect view of his bare chest and abs. My eyebrow raises, and right now, he’s the only thing I want for breakfast.

  “You like what you see?”

  “Mm-hmm. I’m really enjoying the view right now.”

  He pulls me close and devours my lips. “So, if breakfast is out of the question, how about a quickie?”

  I create some space so I can look at him, and I narrow my eyes. “Are you a mind reader or something?”

  “No ma’am, it’s your body that gives you away every time.”

  Seconds later, I’m crawling on to his lap, straddling him. He’s already hard, and I want him so badly my entire body aches. We kiss as he slides inside, filling me full of his length and girth.

  “Damn,” I whisper as he digs his thumbs in my hips, steadying me as I greedily ride him. It feels so goddamn good being with him like this, taking full control as he gives me my body everything it needs and desires. The pace slows, and he thumbs my clit, and the build happens fast and quick.

  “Maize, you feel so fucking good,” he whispers as my mouth runs across his neck and up to his ear.

  “I’m close,” I breathlessly tell him, and then the orgasm rips through me. My head falls on his shoulder as he holds me tight, but I don’t stop rocking my hips. Seconds later, he’s riding out his release too, letting out a guttural moan.

  After we clean up and I put on my clothes from yesterday that smell like brisket, I tell him goodbye. He kisses me so softly, and I just want to spend all day rolling in the sheets with him. No one has ever made me feel the way he does, and
it’s scary as hell.

  “See you later?” he asks.

  I nod and smirk. “I’d really like that. Want to meet me at the judging area at ten thirty-ish? They’re supposed to announce who won then.”

  “I’ll be there,” he promises and pulls me in for one last kiss.

  As I go to walk away, I look at him over my shoulder and smile.

  “I already miss you,” he admits, and I playfully roll my eyes at him as I go to the front door. He’s everything I’ve ever wanted and needed, and I wonder what we’d be like if I actually gave him a chance. When I step outside, the sun is hot against my skin. I rush to my truck and try to think of what I’m going to tell my parents when I get home. It doesn’t matter how old I am; they question me when I’m out all night.

  I pull up to the house, and I’m relieved to see Kenzie’s the only one home. Of course, she’s still asleep, though. At least, I hope she is because she’ll give me just as much shit about this.

  I hurry and go to my room, grab a fresh set of clothes, and then jump in the shower. My only goal right now is to get back to the rodeo before my parents arrive. When I turn off the water and hear their voices, I realize that’s not gonna happen today. I take my time fixing my hair and getting dressed. Then I grab my keys and try to sneak past my parents in the kitchen.

  “Where’ve you been all night?” Dad asks, stopping me.

  “John, leave her alone,” Mom cuts in, thankfully.

  He studies me. “You’ll always be my baby no matter how old you are.”

  “And this is exactly why I want my own place,” I say with a big grin. “Also, my business is only for me to know.”

  He sucks in a deep breath. “You are not moving out until you’re forty-five.”

  I snort and pat him on the shoulder. “Nice try, Daddy.”

  Mom shakes her head and turns her attention to me. I’m scared she can see through me, or maybe she notices the glow I’ve been sporting all morning from having the best sex of my life. “Going back to the rodeo?”

  “I am. Gonna check on everything, walk around a bit, then make my way to the judging area,” I explain.

  “We’ll see you there,” she tells me as she refills her cup of coffee.

  “Okay, well, bye!” I sing-song and rush outside.

  It’s so quiet I can hear the birds chirping and the light breeze blowing through the trees. When I get in the truck, I become all sorts of nervous. Gavin was the perfect distraction to keep me out of my head about this competition, but now that I’m alone, it’s all I can think about.

  I drive to the rodeo as fast as I can. Once I’m parked, I text Gavin and let him know I’m back.

  Gavin: Good. I missed you. I’m still at the camper. Wanna meet me here?

  Maize: I’ll be right there.

  A blush hits my cheek, and I realize I’m biting my lip. My heart flutters as I walk to the RV, and when I knock on the door, he comes out.

  “Want to grab some coffee?” he asks, looking sexy as sin in tight jeans, boots, and a black button-up shirt.

  “Thought you’d never ask.”

  We mosey to the food trucks, his fingers brushing against mine as we walk. I want him to grab my hand, but I also know we could get caught too. The smell of bacon and eggs makes my stomach growl, and Gavin offers to get us some breakfast burritos because I’m starving. As we sit at a picnic table and eat, I try to imagine what it would be like to be with him. How our life could be if we were together. Would my parents accept our relationship? Would I be enough to keep him here?

  “Only one hour to go,” he reminds me around a mouthful.

  “I know. I’m getting super anxious.”

  He places his hand on my thigh, and that’s when I realize my leg was bobbing up and down, and I stop moving.

  “Sorry, bad habit,” I admit with a smile.

  He finishes his burritos and crumples up the foil wrappers. “Your breakfast has spoiled me. Nothing tastes good anymore unless it comes from the B&B.”

  “It’s the secret sauce,” I say, then nudge him.

  “Do you bottle it up and sell it?” he jokes.

  “Nah. The secret sauce is cooking for the love of cooking, not for the money,” I explain.

  He tilts his head at me and nods. “I understand and respect that so damn much.”

  After I finish, we make our way to the judging area. People are already in the seats they have set up at the pavilion, and I try to steady my breathing. The reality is I’m a nervous ass wreck. Time feels as if it’s passing by so slow, and Gavin rubs my back to calm me down, but I tense. I quickly look to see if any of my family are around because if they saw this type of affection, the questions would come like crazy.

  He moves his hand to his lap. I grab and squeeze it. “I just. I don’t…”

  “No, I get it. You don’t have to explain, Maize. It’s hard not to touch you after what we’ve shared. You know?” he whispers. “I’ll be your best-kept secret. I have been for this long.”

  I smile, and my skin burns as I relive last night and this morning.

  Soon, the family arrives and sits beside Gavin and me. The ceremony starts, and the judges go through each entry. As they talk about my brisket and the way it tasted, butterflies fill my stomach. After the judges have explained the rules, they announce the third prize winner. I’m relieved but also scared not to be called. Second place is next.

  “And the first place winner is…” They hesitate. “Well folks, this was a hard one, very hard. There were so many incredible entries.”

  Uncle Jackson’s sitting behind me and leans forward. Talking just loud enough for me to hear, he says, “Shut the fuck up and get on with it.”

  “Maize Bishop,” the judge announces. Climbing to my feet, I look down the row at my mom and dad, who stand and wrap me in a hug. The crowd screams my name, and hoots and hollers fill my ears.

  “Go, sweetie. Go get your prize,” Dad tells me. I’m in complete shock and speechless, not able to comprehend what the judges are saying. Blood pumps through my body as I walk to the stage. They hand me an oversized check and a trophy, and I’m so overwhelmed with emotion, I instantly burst into tears. I never thought this would happen to me.

  “Would you like to say anything?” the older man asks and hands me the microphone.

  I take it and swallow. “I’m not good at public speeches so forgive me, but I’d like to thank my grandma for encouraging me to enter and my parents. Also thanks to all my cousins who helped out and made this possible. And Diesel.” I blow them all kisses. “And thanks to the cowboys who insisted I had a chance and believed in me.” I look at Gavin, and our gazes meet.

  Jackson lifts his hand to his mouth, and yells, “And what about your favorite uncle?”

  Kiera elbows him hard in the ribs.

  “And you too, Uncle Jackson,” I say, handing back the microphone. As another judge speaks and entertains the audience, I’m brought to the back to sign some paperwork. They tell me a real check will be in the mail, and I guess I didn’t realize the oversized one was just a novelty item. After I thank them nearly a million times, I return to my family, who are all waiting for me with smiles.

  I’m surrounded by Bishops, and all I can do is cry because I’m so damn happy. A few older guys who have been competing in competitions like this all over the state come over and congratulate me.

  After the onlookers disperse, I realize how much my cheeks hurt from smiling.

  Gavin walks up and wraps his arms around me, nearly swallowing me whole. “Congrats. I knew you’d win.”

  “Thank you!” I exclaim as we linger for a few seconds, but he looks around and backs away, creating space between us.

  “Congrats, baby,” Grandma tells me, then looks back and forth between Gavin and me with a lifted brow but doesn’t say a word. “Knew you had it in you.”

  After I’ve spoken to every single family member, we return to our cooking area and finish packing up the supplies. Once everything is loa
ded, Gavin walks me to my truck. Before I unlock the door, he looks around, then dips his head and gives me a soft kiss, and I get lost in it.

  I pull away breathless, and I meet his eyes, mesmerized by him like he put a spell on me.

  “Hopefully, we can do this again sometime,” he suggests.

  “Maybe,” I say, liking I can keep him on his toes.

  He chuckles and shakes his head. “It’s all about the chase with you, woman.”

  “And it’s a marathon, not a sprint.” I climb inside the truck and give him a wave, which he returns. I back out and drive home, feeling the happiest I have in years. I think about the contest, my family, watching the bull riders, and being with Gavin. I’ve had a perfect weekend.

  Right now, I don’t know what we are or where this is going, but the chemistry we share is undeniable. The way he makes me feel is incredible. But is he in this for the long term?

  Deep down, I want to give him a chance, but I also have to protect myself and my heart.

  Chapter Twelve

  MAIZE

  It’s been a week since the rodeo, and I’m still riding the high of winning the barbecue contest and being with Gavin again. We haven’t talked about it and have just shared side glances and texts with each other. He knows I’m wary, given my past, but I have a feeling I’m about to break my rules for him. If our feelings are mutual, then we need to decide where to go from here.

  Our work schedules are hectic, and we haven’t been alone since the rodeo. While I have some free time, I decide to drive to the training center, hoping to get a few minutes alone with him. This isn’t a conversation to have over texts, and it’ll be better to grasp his reaction if we’re face-to-face.

  I smile when I see him brushing one of the horses in the stables but quickly come to a halt when I notice Knox and Kane walking toward him. Those boys are the last people I want to run into here. They have loud mouths, and everyone would know I was visiting Gavin before dinner.