by Kinley Cole
POSSESSIVE COWBOY
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KINLEY COLE
POSSESSIVE COWBOY
Copyright © 2019 Kinley Cole
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Possessive Cowboy
1
2
3
DEDICATION
This is for y’all who LOVE cowboys!
PLAYLIST
Craving You - Thomas Rhett
All About Tonight - Blake Shelton
I Wanna Make You Close Your Eyes - Dierks Bentley
Fall into Me - Brantley Gilbert
Gonna Wanna Tonight - Chase Rice
Drunk on Your Love - Brett Eldredge
Kiss You in the Morning - Michael Ray
Just Got Started Lovin’ You - James Otto
1
Jed Cooper
“Why do you always have to be such an asshole?” Riley snarls at me.
“Because that’s what I do best, Riles,” I smirk. “Maybe you shouldn’t be doin’ shit you know you shouldn’t be doin’ , and I wouldn’t have to be an asshole and rat you out to your daddy. Ever think of that?”
“I didn’t even do anything!” she shrieks.
“I saw you with Corey. You know he’s bad news, and that you’re not supposed to be hangin’ around him,” I scold her in a deep rumble.
“I’m eighteen years old! I’m a grown woman, I can do whatever the hell I want without permission, Jed, and not that it’s any of your business, he is a friend!” she barks, her cheeks are growin’ bright red.
This fiery attitude of hers is bound to get me in trouble because it’s takin’ every fuckin’ morsel of self-control I possess to keep my damn hands off her curvy lil ass.
I shake away the dirty, forbidden thoughts of her that are coursing through my brain.
Riles is my best friend’s daughter.
I can’t be having these kind of thoughts about her...
“At times I really wish you weren’t my best friend’s daughter...” the confession slips through my lips.
“Why is that? Because then you wouldn’t feel forced to make my life a livin’ hell, Jed?” she crosses her arms over her large, perky breasts.
My cock perches at the way my name rolls off of her pretty pink tongue, even if it was said with hatred.
“Nah, that’s not it. I’ll let whatever the hell I saw between you and Corey slide...this time. If I see you with him again or even hear about you bein’ with him, I’ll skip tellin’ your daddy and kill him with my own bare hands.”
Something lit up in her emerald eyes. “What is it about Corey that bothers you so much, anyhow, Jed?” she steps closer to me, her arms still crossed over her chest as she narrows her eyes at me. I step backward slowly, not wanting her too close for fear what little self-control I have left will disappear, my back meets my pick-up truck. She uncrosses her arms and places her hands upon her thick hips. “What is it, Jed? Cat got your tongue?”
Oh, how I wish her kitty had my tongue...the fuckin’ things I’d do to her...
“Don’t push your luck, Riles... your daddy should be here any minute and I just might change my mind,” I warn her through a deep, low growl. My cock is pressin’ against the seam in my jeans so hard I can’t believe it isn’t rippin’ a hole through the fabric. I shift, tryin’ to get it to sit more comfortably and all it does is draw her attention below my belt. Her eyes widen and nips at her bottom lip.
“Looks to me like you’d better get out of here and take care of your own business instead of worryin’ about mine...” she snickers and her gaze trails from my eyes down to my stiff cock and back up.
“I don’t know, Riles, it seems to me from that look and attitude you’re givin’ me that it just might be your business, too...”
“Yeah, right,” Riles scoffs and turns away.
Son of a bitch...what in the hell is wrong with me?
I hop in my truck and speed off toward my home down the road, I can’t get there quick enough. My cock is damn near about to erupt through my jeans. I whip my truck down the gravel driveway and come to an abrupt stop, throwin’ into park and turnin’ off the ignition. I open up my glovebox and pull out a few napkins. My fingers fumble with my belt buckle and then I unzip my jeans, pullin’ ‘em down slightly along with my boxers. My cock springs free, and I spit in my palm and begin strokin’ my shaft, up and down. My mind wanders to every forbidden thing I want to do Riles and everything I want her to do to me. Stroke after stroke, I picture my cock gettin’ buried into her slick heat. Then I feel the guilt creeping its way into every pore of my skin.
I can’t do this...I can’t.
2
Riley McClinton
Three weeks later
All my thoughts about Jed have taken over every moment of every day since I saw his erection for me. I turn my alarm clock off and slip my fingers beneath my panties, under my bed sheets. Runnin’ my fingers between my sensitive wet folds. I press gently, rubbin’ in circles against sweet bits, imagining my fingers are Jed’s. I picture his shirtless, muscular body and the big bulge he had in his jeans. I think about what it’d feel like, stretchin’ my innocent center and going...ah...I shove my fingers inside my tight hole, my walls stretchin’ to fit my fingers and I imagine them bein’ his cock.
I want him to pull my red hair and choke me like I’ve seen men do to women in porn videos...
Slowly pullin’ my fingers from my wetness, I pinch my folds and imagine my folds slidin’ between his teeth. I dip two fingers inside my tight center again and rub against my clit with my thumb. A soft moan of delight flees from my mouth, I spread my legs further apart and get my fingers as deep as I can. In and out they slide, my thick hips shift in circles.
“Mmmm...Jed, yes! Fuck me, Jed,” I whisper through a whimper as I bring myself closer to the edge. In and out my fingers go, and I remove them with my wetness rubbin’ hard against my sensitive button until an orgasm rips through me and I make a mess of my bedsheets.
THE WORST PART ABOUT livin’ in a small town is that everybody knows everybody and there’s no such thing as a secret. It’s even worse bein’ the general store owner’s daughter because everyone watches my every move. The bell rings as someone walks in, yankin’ my attention away from stockin’ the shelves with canned goods. As soon as I make eye contact with the customer, my stomach drops to my toes.
Jed Cooper is the biggest, arrogant asshole of a man in the South and he just so happens to be my daddy’s best friend.
“What do you need?” I ask in a huff, crossing my arms over my chest.
A cocky smirk tugs at the corner of his delicious mouth as he struts in my direction. Sweat glistens upon his bronze, muscular arms, and heat begins to rise in my cheeks. It feels like the walls in the store are growin’ closer, and closer to me with each click of his cowboy boots across the hard floor. My heart pounds in my chest, my hands grow clammy. Ever since I last saw him when his erection was nearly bustin’ the seam of his jeans, I haven’t been able to stop thinkin’ of him. Jed firmly grips the met
al shelf next to me, and I watch as his forearm flexes with his grip. “You sure do sport an attitude for such a beautiful, young lady, Miss Riles—”
I cut him off, “How many times are we goin’ to go through this? My name is Riley, not Riles. I’d think you know that after all these years...”
“Riles, Riles, Riles... What happened to good ol’ fashioned customer service when a man walks into a store lookin’ for some sugar?” he slides his tongue gently across his bottom lip as though he’s lookin’ at a big steak platter with mashed potatoes and gravy.
“Ugh! Seriously, Jed. What in the hell makes you think it’s okay to waltz in here like that askin’ for sugar? If my daddy heard you talkin’ to me like that, he’d get his shotgun.” My words fly out in a nervous, frustrated shriek. My knees grow weak.
Deep laughter escapes him and my blood begins to boil. He slowly shuffles his way directly in front of me. I take a step back and I’m up against the shelf. Jed steps a little closer, completely closing the space between us. He lowers his head to mine. The intimidating, seductive gesture causes a soft gasp to flee from my shaky lips. Jed reaches for something off the shelf and pulls it between us.
“See, Riles...just lookin’ for some sugar is all,” he whispers gravelly. His hot breath tickles my lips as he backs away from me, pullin’ his bottom lip slightly between his teeth before he struts toward the cash register.
Dear Lord, please have mercy on my soul...
Takin’ a deep breath, I attempt to pull myself together as quickly as possible. All while tryin’ to pay no mind to the pool of wetness and ache between my thighs. Once I reach the cash register I completely avoid eye contact with him, and quickly ring up his sugar. As I hand him his change, his thick, callused hand grips my wrist.
“One of these days, Miss Riles...I’m gonna make you mine, even if it’s only for a night.”
“Mr. Cooper!” I whisper gruffly as though there’s a fly on the wall listenin’ to our conversation.
“I wouldn’t say somethin’ like that if I didn’t think you wanted it, too. I can see it in your eyes Riles, I can see it in the shiver of your lips, and the heat risin’ in your cheeks,” he rubs his thumb gently over the skin of my wrist.
“Well you’re sadly mistaken, Jed.” I lie and try to pull my arm away from him, but he tightens his grip. In all honesty, I’ve had my heart set on Jed Cooper for as long as I can remember. But he’s twice my age and my daddy’s best friend, I can’t want him.
I can’t have him.
Or can I?
“So you’re tellin’ me those panties under those short shorts aren’t soaked right now, Riles?”
“Good grief, Jed. You’re a pig! My daddy’d kill you if he heard you talkin’ to me like that. Hell, he’d kill you if he heard you talkin’ like that to any woman.”
He chuckles sinisterly. “Good thing he can’t hear me, huh?” he pauses before continuing. “Just tell me...yes or no,” he growls.
“No,” I bite.
“Prove it,” he challenges me with a seductive whisper.
“If I prove it to you, will you leave me the hell alone from now on?”
“I promise, and trust me, Miss Riles. I’m a man of my word..”
Ugh...what the hell am I thinking? What the hell am I about to do?
Thank the heavens Daddy runs this store mainly on the honor system and there aren’t any cameras except by the front door, back door, and in the office. Without wasting another second, I cave for him. Not because I feel forced, but because I want to. I want him to know that he’s right. I am wet for him. Slippin’ my opposite hand beneath my shorts and my soft cotton panties, my fingers slowly inch their way to the innocent slickness between my legs. I slide two fingers through the wetness and shiver at the small jolt of pleasure I feel from touchin’ myself, I pull my hand out of my shorts.
Nervously showin’ my wet, glistening fingers to him, he bites down hard on his bottom lip and growls roughly. He drops my wrist with his change and the coins bounce off the counter. He grips my other wrist and pulls my hand toward his face, he inhales my scent and I watch in awe as his pink tongue slowly emerges and slides from the base of my wet fingers to the tips before he wraps his lips around them, and licks my fingers clean. A moan escapes me as electricity courses through every bone in my body.
“I can’t leave you alone now, Miss Riles,” his steely gray eyes pierce mine.
“You’re gonna have to learn how to because I’m not that much of a fool to get wrapped up in a man like you, Mr. Cooper. You’re my daddy’s best friend, this will never work.”
“A man like me?” he arches his brow. “We’ll see about that, Riles. I’m not too worried about your daddy ever findin’ out, as long as we keep our business between us.”
This mornin’ I decide on goin’ out for breakfast at the cafe instead of just eatin’ a couple pieces of toast like I usually do. My breath hitches the moment someone sits down next to me in the booth.
It’s him.
I narrow my eyes at him. “What the hell do you want, Jed?” I bite.
“You.”
I’d be lyin’ if I said this man doesn’t have a way with words. My panties turned into a damn waterfall the moment he sat next to me and I noticed it was him.
“Damn it, Jed. I already told you, I’m not goin’ to get into a mess with you.”
“I want you,” he whispers against my sensitive lobe and places his hand firmly on my bare thigh. Slowly inching his fingers up my leg, under my yellow sundress, so close to my sweet spot.
Even though I don’t mind his hands bein’ on me now, and I wish he would’ve taken it further, we just can’t, especially not here. I swat his hand away. “Get your damn filthy hands off of me, Jed.”
“You and I both know you don’t want me to do that,” a seductive grin pulls at the corner of his lips.
“What makes you so sure of yourself?” I ask, she forcin’ myself to hide a smile, my lips quivering.
“Because that sweet little pussy of yours tells me a whole other story than your beautiful mouth,” he whispers in a gravelly tone. I try to speak, but he places a finger against my lips to shush me. “I can still taste your sweetness lingerin’ on my tongue and I want more, Riles. I want the real thing. So do us both a favor and give it to me,” he whispers against my lobe again, this time suckin’ it gently between his teeth. A spark of electricity shoots through my spine, and a soft moan escapes me. I wiggle away from him.
“You better stop that, Jed. Somebody is gonna see and then the whole town is goin’ to hear about this. Includin’ my daddy,”I bark beneath my breath.
“Ain’t nobody payin’ attention to us right now. You’re temptin’ me, Riles, and I’m givin’ into the temptation. I can’t control myself anymore,”
“We can talk about this somewhere else, Jed. This is not the time or the place. What do you want to eat?” I quickly and nervously change the subject. But I know right away by the mischievous sparkle in his eyes, I set myself up for somethin’.
“You...” he smirks, pullin’ his bottom lip between his teeth.
AFTER FINISHIN’ BREAKFAST with Jed, he asked me to go on a drive to the lake with him. Of course I said yes, but now I’m regrettin’ it. I know sooner, much sooner, than later, I’m gonna have to tell him I’m still a virgin. I stare out the passenger window as Jed drives down a gravel road. The sun is beatin’ down on my skin through the windshield and the breeze from the open windows flows through my long red hair.
As soon as we reach the lake, Jed parks and hops out of the truck. Walkin’ around to my door, he opens it for me and helps me out onto my boots.
“C’mon, firecracker.”
“Firecracker? No more Riles?”
“Which one bugs ya the most?” A smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth and he adjusts his cowboy hat.
“I’d say they equally bug me.”
“I guess I’ll use both then, Riles,” he teases.
He turns his attention
toward a small trail that looks like it was made by a four wheeler, and leads me through it. After walking way deeper into the wooded area, I see a small wood cabin.
“What’s this?” I ask, puzzled.
“A cabin,” Jed’s voice is lightly laced with sarcasm.
“Well, no shit? I couldn’t tell that by just lookin’ at it,” I return the sarcasm.
He chuckles. “You better watch that lil attitude, firecracker.”
“And what exactly will you do about it if I don’t, Jed? A whole lotta nothin’?” I ask coyly.
“Keep it up and you’ll find out, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Jed licks his bottom lip and pulls it between his teeth.
I can’t help but think about what that mouth’ll do to me.
“So why did you take me here? Are ya gonna murder me and throw me out to the lake monsters?”
“How the hell did you know that?” he hollers with a playful growl. Running toward me, I take off toward the cabin door and he catches me. Lifting me up in his arms in a swift swoop, my head tilts back and he twirls me around, he slowly brings us to a stop and our eyes lock in on one another’s. It’s as though time came to a complete halt. Everything around us silenced, I can’t hear the waves in the lake. I can’t hear the rustlin’ of sticks and leaves from the critters runnin’ about the woods. All I can hear are our hearts beating heavily and our unsteady breathing. Jed lowers his face to mine, and the magnetic pull between our lips is so intense that every ounce of my breath is ripped from my lungs as his mouth crashes into mine.
Reality hits me, and I pull back away from him.
I’m not ready to admit I’m still a virgin.
At least not yet.
“Let’s go swimmin’,” I break the silence.
Jed arches a brow, but quickly follows with a mischievous smile.
“Kick your boots off or they’re goin’ in with ya,” he warns.
“No, no, no! Don’t throw me in the lake!” I shriek.