by Jaye Diamond
“That’s me,” I agree, gripping his hair.
I cum twice on his tongue, and then he kisses me sweetly, before grabbing something from under the bed.
“Again?” I say, raising an eyebrow when I see the pleated uniform skirt.
It’s the second thing he bought me, after giving me my very own cellphone. Part of me feels like he only got the cellphone so I could send him pictures of me in my skirt, making dinner, while he closes up the shop.
“Yes, again,” Harris says, “because you’ve made me greedy too.”
I giggle at that and take the skirt, pulling it on before I sit up. It’s his turn to lay back and enjoy a mouth.
I love these early moments between us, when we’re both bare and there’s no items of clothing to struggle with or keep us from touching what we want. I’m wearing nothing but the skirt and Harris is completely naked. When he lies down, I admire the sculpted planes of his chest. His broad shoulders. Thick thighs. I can’t wait to see it all tense up. I love the way he looks when he comes undone.
“Mmm, give me that sweet mouth, schoolgirl,” he grunts, as I wrap my hands around his huge cock and wet my lips with my tongue.
“Yes, sir,” I tell him, using the title for him that he wants to hear while we play this game.
I lick a dribble of pre-cum from the slit, then suck the fat head of his cock into my mouth. Harris moans and curls his fingers in my messy hair. Then he works his hips, forcing my jaw to relax as he fucks into my mouth, penetrating my throat.
I stroke what I can’t fit in my mouth, my hands tightening around his shaft as his fingers tighten in my hair. I breathe hard through my nose and don’t let my mouth leave his cock for a single second.
“Fuck,” Harris breathes, “I’m gonna cum in my little schoolgirl’s mouth.”
I moan around his cock, sending little vibrations over his sensitive skin as I watch the taut strain of his muscles. He lets out another grunt and release hits him. I swallow down all of the strong-tasting prize that I earned from sucking him off, before I kiss my way to his mouth, enjoying the scent and salty taste of his sweat.
We make out lazily, running our hands over each other’s bodies, ignoring the clock on his beside table for as long as we can. Until Harris looks over at it and groans.
“I have to shower. I have a meeting,” he says, although he pulls me close, as if he doesn’t plan on going anywhere.
“A meeting with who?”
“Pat and the big shot.”
“But you told me and the guys you weren’t interested in selling anything,” I say, blinking at him.
He grins, his whole face lighting up. I’ve never seen him like that, and it just confuses me even more.
“That was before I had someone I want to share my life with,” he explains. “Someone who grew up in a small city, and wants more excitement out of life.”
“I don’t want you to hurt anyone for me,” I say, my stomaching twisting at the idea of the guys getting the news that Harris is going back on his word.
It would kill Walter, who is helping his daughter, Mary Grace, save up for college. I got her number from him after Harris gave me my cellphone, and we’ve become fast friends.
She’s as sweet as honey, and as pretty as a beauty queen, and I don’t want her dream of going to a top school to be crushed.
“Don’t worry,” Harris says. “I’m going to take care of them. I’m going to have enough money to open a new shop wherever I want, and they’ll be free to follow me if they want, because I’m going to give them part of the profits from the sell.”
“You’re going to give them the money you’re making from selling your land?”
He nods. “Yes, some of it. More than they’ll need to start over somewhere else—maybe with me—or to stay comfortable here.”
“But what about landfills and—”
“I can’t worry about that stuff anymore,” Harris cuts in. “I can’t be loyal to a piece of land. There are more important things I need to be loyal to.”
He puts his hand on my stomach to make his point clear, and I find myself grinning now. He’s so dedicated to our baby. It doesn’t matter if there’s one growing inside me yet or not. He knows I’m going to get pregnant sooner or later, so he’s already planning for their arrival.
“Our little one is going to be the luckiest person in the world,” I tell him, and Harris’ grin returns.
“No,” he says, kissing my cheek. “As long as I have you in my bed, that person will be me.”
TOO YOUNG FOR THE COWBOY
CHAPTER ONE
MASON
Working on my family’s ranch, where marriage ceremonies and wedding receptions are regularly hosted, I see a lot of pretty girls. Girls who are usually dolled-up, wearing dresses that cost more than the horse I’m riding, with their hair and makeup professionally done on the big day.
I’ve seen a lot of pretty girls, but none of them stole my breath—until now.
“Who’s that?” I ask, nodding my head toward a young woman with a freckled face, brown hair pulled back into a long braid, and some extra meat on her bones.
She’s dressed plainer than the other girls I’ve seen around here, and she isn’t wearing any makeup, but she has big, bright hazel eyes that can’t escape notice, and an ass that would tempt any man.
She’s standing in the middle of the daisy field near the stables, taking pictures of an altar that’s being decorated on the wide dirt path that cuts through the field. Lots of brides choose to walk down the aisle there, while their guests stand on either side of the path, among the wildflowers.
“What girl?” my brother asks, as we pull on our horses’ reins, bringing our unhurried ride to a halt. “The one in the plaid shirt?”
“Yeah, Mack,” I say shortly. “Who else could I mean?”
“The looker in the sundress?”
I glance around and spot her: a woman in a white sundress, with curly blonde hair. She’s coming down the path and is headed toward the girl who took my breath away.
“Oh, that’s the bride. I didn’t even notice her.”
My undivided attention was on the darker haired darling.
“But you definitely noticed the flower girl.”
“Flower girl?” I repeat, not believing my ears.
The girl is obviously too young for me—but she’s not that young. I hope.
“Don’t worry,” Mack laughs, reading my expression. “She’s the same age as me. Her dad’s paying for this wedding, and he insisted on her being the flower girl, since she’s really into anything floral.”
So, she’s eighteen. Hallelujah. I can take in her curves without feeling like I belong in cuffs.
“Her name’s Caroline Carter. Want me to introduce you?”
I shake my head. “I’m not in the mood to torture myself.”
I’ve been burnt by a rich girl before—and I’m not eager to put myself in that position again. My head knows that, but my dick doesn’t get the message as I watch Caroline fan herself with a beige cowboy hat. The way she closes her eyes, and parts her lips, makes my cock stir in my work jeans.
“Great,” Mack says. “If you stay away from her, then I might have a chance.”
She’s not even his type, but my brother loves getting under my skin after the years he spent on the sidelines. He went through puberty real slow while all the hot girls who volunteered at the ranch—or visited for riding lessons—ignored him, and swooned over me.
“Get!” Mack lightly kicks his heels into the sides of his horse and takes off.
I should hang back and let my brother chat up a girl who is not an appropriate age for me, but the thought of any other man getting their hands on her makes me want to punch a wall. My heart is acting as mindless as my cock right now.
I kick my own heels and I’m right behind Mack in a flash, galloping along side him by the time we reach the field of daisies.
“Whoa!” Caroline’s eyes bulge with fear when our horses
slide to a stop a few feet from her, kicking up dirt on the path. “I thought you guys were going to trample me to death!”
“My apologies.” I tip my brown cowboy hat at her. “We didn’t mean to startle you.”
“Well, you did,” Caroline says, taking a step back as my horse, Sage, huffs air out of flaring nostrils.
“You scared of horses, sugar?” Mack asks, remaining seated on his own while I climb down from Sage.
The kid is as smooth as fucking sandpaper. When we’re alone, I’ll have to tell him it’s a bad idea to stay on a horse while flirting with a girl who is clearly anxious around them.
Caroline gives a little nod. “I’ve never felt comfortable around big animals.”
“If you treat them right, they’ll treat you right,” I say, offering a hand. “Let me show you.”
Caroline hesitates, and I decide I won’t take no for an answer. I have to touch her. I reach out and grab her hand, and it looks so small in mine. The feel of her soft skin against my callused fingers and palm makes my pulse quicken.
“C’mon.” I tug on her arm, pulling her over to Sage. “I trained Sage myself, and I always train my horses right. You can trust him.” I put her hand on his right flank. “Give him a pat.”
Caroline pats Sage’s flank, and he trots backwards, then bows his head toward her feet.
“Aw,” Caroline says. “How cute.”
She pets Sage’s silky black mane and I wink up at my brother, who is glaring down at me.
“Not in the mood to torture yourself, huh?” he mutters, turning his horse toward the bride, who is standing under the altar she’ll say her vows at tomorrow.
Giving up on Caroline, Mack rides over to her. Later, I’ll have to also tell him that flirting with a soon-to-be-married woman isn’t the best way to mend your ego, after your brother effortlessly swoops in and scoops up the first girl you wanted to sweet-talk.
“Is Mack your son?” Caroline asks, giving my own ego a serious blow.
“I’m not that much older than him,” I huff, although I am old enough to be his father, if I had him young—which isn’t uncommon in my rural town.
“So, you’re not his father,” Caroline says, unfazed by my indignance. “But you are a Wyatt?”
“Yeah, I’m Mack’s older brother.”
“It’s cool that your parents let people throw weddings on your beautiful land.”
“They’re not doing it out of the goodness of their hearts,” I say with a shrug. “You big city girls pay good money to have them here. Well, your daddy’s do.”
“I’m not a big city girl right now.” Caroline puts on the cowboy hat she was fanning herself with when my dick threatened to grow uncomfortably stiff in my pants. “I’m a cowgirl.”
“Cowgirls aren’t afraid of horses, dar-lin’,” I tease.
Caroline ignores my jab and focuses on my southern lilt. “I’ve never heard someone say darling like that.”
“Are you saying the way I talk sounds funny to you?”
“No,” she says quickly. “I like your accent.”
“I like everything about you,” I say, my eyes roaming over her.
They must look drunk with lust, because her cheeks turn red as her own gaze drops to the dirt.
“You don’t even know me,” she says shyly, holding onto her long braid.
God damn. She has the most fuckable body I’ve ever seen, but the innocence of a virgin is radiating off her. I could sense it a mile away. I should excuse myself and get my filthy mind away from this pure girl, but I’m not that noble.
“You’re right, I don’t know much about you,” I concede, “but I want to find out more.” I want to get up close and personal with every inch of her young body, and show it all the dirty things I do know. I want to show her why I’m the only man she should spread her thick thighs for. “Do you want to go for a ride, darlin’?”
CAROLINE
I’ve never seen a man so beautiful and rugged, all at once. Mason has the coarse-skinned touch and scruffy face of a ranch hand, but if he shaved his strong jaw and put on a suit, he’d be ready for the red carpet. He has the blue, dreamy eyes of a romance-movie star, and the body of an action hero.
And he has the sexiest voice.
And he’s flirting with me.
Is this some sort of prank for his brother’s YouTube channel? I wonder. When is the hidden camera coming out?
“I don’t know...” I trail off, looking from Sage to Mack’s horse, which is getting some love from my cousin, Holly. The horses are the only living and breathing things out here who are bigger, and look more powerful, than Mason. I feel like he could protect me from an unruly animal, but not without being injured badly—and picturing that scares me almost as much as my fear of being harmed. “I’m afraid I’ll have a panic attack, if I climb up on that horse.”
“It’s too bad you’re too young to have some of my father’s famous moonshine,” Mason says, sounding amused. “You look like you could use some. Your cheeks have gone from red to white.”
“I told you,” I say, clenching my hand tighter around my braid. “I’m not okay with big animals.”
Except maybe you, I think, because I suspect this man turns into quite an animal in the bedroom.
That scares and excites me.
“I’ll make you a deal,” Mason says in a low voice, leaning in close so only I can hear him. “Take a quick ride with me, and I’ll make a real cowgirl out of you. I’ll show you how to lasso a mechanical bull.”
How can I say no to that? I open my mouth to accept Mason’s offer, but a familiar voice cuts me off before I even speak.
“Did you get the pictures of the field, Carebear?” my dad asks, as he comes stomping down the dirt path.
I jump back at the sound of his voice, putting space between Mason and me. Why the hell am I even entertaining the idea of going on a date with this much older man? My father would never allow it! I’m so shaken by his sudden appearance, I don’t even cringe at the nickname he gave me when I was five, “Carebear.”
“Yes, Dad. I’m all finished.”
“Then let’s grab brunch,” Dad says. “I need a break from this wedding stuff.” He turns to my cousin. “No offense, Holly.”
“None taken,” Holly says, running her fingers through the fair mane of Mack’s horse one more time, before she steps away. “I’m hungry too.”
“Thanks for letting us pet your horses, and offering me a ride,” I tell Mason, without looking at him.
I’m worried I won’t be able to keep my face under control, and I don’t want it to light up with my father watching.
“You can ride or pet my horse anytime you want,” Mason says, his tone suggestive.
Dad gives the cowboy a once-over and puts his arm around me. “You must be the other son of the venue owners.”
“That’s me. Mason Wyatt.”
“Your brother—” Dad nods toward Mack “—and parents have been very helpful.”
“Well, I hope I can be helpful too. If there’s anything you need,” Mason says, and I can feel his eyes boring into me.
“I appreciate that,” Dad says. “It’s hard to find good help these days.”
“Dad,” I whisper, elbowing him. “Come on. Let’s go.”
“It was nice meeting you, Mason,” Dad says, his voice tight, but polite.
“I’m looking up restaurants in the area,” Holly says, walking past us as she pulls her phone out of the pocket of her sundress.
Dad pulls me closer to him as we follow her. “So, that man was what was keeping my Carebear.”
He does not sound happy.
“We were only talking,” I assure him, because I don’t want to be locked away in our Airbnb for the rest of our time in this rural town.
My father is insanely overprotective, which is why I’ve never dated a boy, and am very much a virgin. I’ve never even kissed a boy.
“You promise?”
“I promise, Dad, we just talked.�
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Although, I wish we had done more. So much more.
CHAPTER TWO
MASON
“Geez,” Mack says, as we head back to the stables on horseback. “Maybe you were right, Mason. Maybe all rich girls are like Barbara.”
I used to tell my brother that whenever he considered asking a rich girl out.
“You can’t trust the rich ones,” I would say. “They’re all like Barbara: only good for one thing, and even that isn’t worth the trouble.”
For years, no girl made me doubt those words—but after meeting Caroline, I’m suddenly questioning them.
“Caroline is nothing like Barbara,” I say gruffly, annoyed at my brother for even suggesting that.
Barbara used me to play games with her daddy. If Caroline was like Barbara, she would have moved closer to me when her father looked at me with disapproval written all over his face. Caroline isn’t looking for a man to rebel with, before returning to her cushy life. She needs someone who will get her out from under her father’s thumb, and give her the same security and love she’s only been allowed to receive from him. She needs a real man to make her his woman, in all the ways her daddy can’t.
“But she totally blew you off,” Mack says.
“She’s just trying to be a good daughter—and is probably afraid of stepping out of line. I have a feeling Mr. Carter keeps her on a short leash, so she’ll be his little girl forever.”
“Creepy,” Mack says, making a face.
“Yes, it is, which is why I’m going to set her free.”
“Wow, Mase. I haven’t seen you get worked up like this since Barbara. Caroline really has a hold on you already, doesn’t she?”
“You have no idea, brother,” I say, feeling a tightness in my chest.
My heart is aching, and I don’t think the sensation will go away until I’m certain Caroline is mine.
The truth is, even though a rich girl broke my heart, no country girls have made me feel a damn thing. Not in my chest or in my pants, no matter how many times I flirt with them. And most of my feelings for Barbara were wrapped up in lust. There’s no denying I am burning with desire for Caroline Carter too, but it’s a very different kind of lust. A lust for a life with her. Of course I want to fuck Caroline’s virgin pussy, but I also want to wed and breed her. It might be hard for her to believe that, since we just met, but I’m hoping the instant connection I felt sparked something strong in her as well.