Page 33 of Roped in Rawhide

She blows out a noisy exhale, the air whistling between her teeth. “No wonder you’re grumpy and reckless. A man in his prime, all that”—she motions at me with a wave of her palm—“masculine energy and testosterone flooding through your veins. You’ve been denying yourself.”

Heat blazes under my skin as I allow desire to take hold. “Well, I’m hoping to change that. Just picture it like riding lessons. You can break me in however you want. I’ll pass you the reins.”

Her giggle is husky. “Gosh, you’re so bad at this. It’s becoming endearing.”

“Teach me,” I breathe and move into her space. “I’ll do whatever you say. You’re in charge.”

A hint of her lilac perfume teases my nostrils. “I like the sound of that.”

“Tell me what to do. I want to give you endless pleasure.”

Her pupils dilate as she digests my words. “Mhmm, that’s more like it.”

I erase the last foot separating us, wanting nothing more than to hug her. “Will you let me?”

Her gulp is audible over the rustle of leaves. “I’m not interested in having a relationship with you.”

My heart thuds. “But?”

“Maybe a few… spicy sessions wouldn’t hurt. It’s a lot to consider. I haven’t been intimate with someone since…” She points at a thick scar on her left leg.

I take another liberty as my thumb gently drifts along a raised mark on her forearm. “Give me permission to worship your body the way it deserves.”

Gemma’s lashes flutter at the slight caress, but then she takes a generous step back to break our bubble. “I need to think about it.”

“No pressure.” Other than the insistent throb in my cock. “I’m willingly to wait as long as it takes to make you mine.”

Heartbreaker: Remember when I told you I’m a virgin? It feels like just yesterday. ;)

Heartbreaker: I hope that doesn’t feel like I’m pressuring you. You’ve just been on my mind, but that’s nothing new.

Heartbreaker: I haven’t been able to think about anything other than us finally being together.

Heartbreaker: Again, no pressure.

Heartbreaker: I might be obsessed. It’s just that I’ve been fantasizing about this since we were far too young to actually do it.

Heartbreaker: I’ve always wanted it to be you, though.

Heartbreaker: I hope you’ll say yes.

Heartbreaker: There’s so much I want to do with you, but I’m not sure where to start.

Heartbreaker: Eating your pussy sounds so damn good.

“Why are you blushing?”

I slap my phone down on the counter as if it committed a horrific crime against me. “Mother! Warn a girl if you’re going to sneak up on her.”

My mom quirks her lips and leans against the table I’d been using as a seat. “I’ve been standing here for a solid minute and you didn’t notice. What’s got you so distracted?”

“Nothing!” I blurt entirely too fast. “Uhhh… I mean, just a funny Reel about this woman bringing a fuzzy cow into the house. Her husband wasn’t amused.”

“Uh-huh,” she drawls. “You’re not squirming like that over some comedy skit.”

Which is obviously true. Mama June’s keen awareness knows no bounds, especially when it comes to her children. It’s no secret that my dirty mind hasn’t strayed far from Chance or his big reveal since yesterday. This entire shift at the shop has been a struggle in the concentration department, and that was before I checked my phone.

Mom is still waiting for an answer, hovering entirely too close for me to sneak a peek at what else Chance sent. The vibration beneath my palm strongly suggests he’s still going at it. That sends my thoughts spiraling all over again. Warmth spreads through my lower belly and I have the sudden urge to restock the coolers.