Chapter 15
WHEN HE CALLS ME COWGIRL (SWOON)
“I know you’re just helping Daddy out but, what if you decide you want to stay?” Sadie asks as I drag a brush through her hair, about to put it in a braid before bed. Last week she asked me for help with her hair, and I think that one ask has meant more to me than anything.
“Oh, sweetheart,” I say softly, setting the Elsa brush down to gather the elastic.
I begin braiding, talking quietly to her as Landry comes inside downstairs, evident by the clank of the screen door against the house.
“You know my mama and sister live in California. I have to go back to them or they’ll miss me. ”
She nods as I finish the braid, tying off the end. Sadie turns and hugs me, resting her cheek against my chest. “I’ll miss you, too.”
Right about now is when I start cursing the Montgomerys.
They put us all in this position, and they’re the only ones to blame for this damn inevitable pain eating up my chest. “Well, let’s not worry about that tonight, because the rodeo isn’t for five more weeks, and that means I get lots more time with you. ”
She nods, lying back as I tug her pony covers up to her chin. Sadie gives me a tired smile, and I kiss her cheek as Landry enters, crouching at her bedside.
“I’m sorry I had to train late tonight, sweetheart,” he says, the scent of fatigue, leather, and dirt filling the space behind him. It’s not cologne, it’s better. It’s masculine, it’s cowboy, it’s Landry Vaughn after a long day, and it’s got my insides burning.
“It’s okay, Daddy. Miss Love says you’re gonna win, and that’s why you’re trainin’ so much. To make sure of it.”
“That’s right, sugar, I’m gonna win, and we’re gonna fix this place up real good,” Landry says before kissing Sadie again on the forehead. My eyes burn watching them, so I step into the hall, pressing my back against the wall, and listen.
The two of them share a quick prayer before exchanging good nights. Landry pulls her door closed and turns, finding me in the dark hallway, barefoot, my heart racing.
Moonlight pours through a small window at the end of the hall, barely illuminating our faces.
But I see it—the same look I have on my face.
Desire, etched deep into his features, from the way his eyes search mine to the controlled set of his jaw.
He wants me, and I want him. I’ve wanted Landry Vaughn since I laid eyes on him.
He says nothing but reaches for my hand and takes it, and I follow behind him until he’s closing the door to his bedroom, locking it.
He lifts his hat from his head, revealing a mess of sweaty dark hair that I can’t help but run my fingers through.
“I’m filthy,” he argues, but I already know, because I’ve been filming him all day.
Up until putting Sadie to bed, I recorded all of his hard work.
Every flex of his thighs around the bronc, every time that bronc had enough and sent him skidding to the mud.
I saw it all, and I’m well aware of how hard that body’s been working.
With my hands on each side of his neck, I step onto the toes of his boots, my lips dusting his chin as I ask, “Is this okay? Will I hurt you, standing on your feet like this?”
He shakes his head, the answer no. I press my lips to his, and the sigh that floods my mouth makes me melt against him.
He’s been waiting for this kiss all day, whether he’d admit it or not.
Landry’s tongue slides against mine as his hand comes to my ass, his large palm spanning the entirety of one cheek as he squeezes, making me moan.
“What do you need tonight?” he asks me, his voice frayed and thin as he breaks the most perfect kiss. The clock on the wall ticks, and my heart thuds in my eardrums as I take in the tall drink of cowboy that is currently my husband.
“This,” I admit, reaching between us to cup his cock, grinning when I find it very hard and eager. “Take off your clothes and get on the bed.”
He shakes his head. “I need a shower,” he starts, raising his palms to assert his willingness to play ball. “But then…” He looks at this bed for a moment. Blue eyes back on me, Landry nods his head. “Then okay, I’m yours.”
I place my hand on the strap of my tank top, and push it down, exposing a bare, tanned shoulder. “Hurry up.”
He moves past me, toeing out of his boots while gripping the doorframe between the bed and bathroom. Grabbing the hem of his T-shirt, he lifts it off, over his head, right as I’m placing his hat on my head. Our eyes collide.
“You look mighty good in my hat, cowgirl.”
“Why, thank you.” I take in his chest, the dark hair trimmed short, the muscles defined even without a flex, the small tattoo over his heart, of the letter S.
His arm is completely inked, and when his hands fall to his belt, working it open and apart, I find myself telling Landry something I never planned on sharing with anyone.
“I never had an orgasm with anyone until you.” I push the other strap down, and since he took his shirt off, it’s only right I return the favor. But not before glancing at the door to make sure it’s locked.
He laughs as he shoves his jeans down to the knee, pulling them off each leg, one at a time. “I don’t believe that.”
With my tank top just above my breasts, I pause and wait for him to look at me, which only takes a second.
He stands, eyes on me, holding his balled-up jeans, hiding the outline of what I know is a tremendous cock.
His body is so incredible that even without seeing his cock, my insides grow fuzzy, heat blooms in my clit, and my pussy aches.
Muscular and tough, he wears a few pink scars on his calves and around his belt.
I love that he has chest hair, and judging by the trail of hair down his belly, pubic hair, too.
I shake my head, completely in awe with what’s temporarily mine.
“I’ve been close. But I’ve never crossed the finish line until I was in your lap last night. ”
I shove my tank top down, taking in Landry’s eyes going hooded as they lock on my breasts. His lips part, and after what feels like forever, he looks up at me.
“Lose the jeans,” I tell him. “Let me see you. It’s only fair, husband.”
His hands fall away, and I see his thick, veined cock, hard for me, pressed up against his briefs, dying to be sprung free.
His balls are full, resting below his shaft with a heaviness that tests the cotton fabric and makes my mouth water.
He’s big, all of him, and I’ve never, ever wanted unprotected sex so bad.
“Jesus,” I breathe, then flick my hand in the general direction of the master bathroom, without taking my eyes off of the other Landry. “Go shower, hurry up. No funny business, either.”
He goes, and I strip out of my jean skirt and thong.
Standing in front of his mirror, I take in the sight of myself, completely naked with only a cowboy hat in the way of clothes.
It’s a hot look, much sexier than I expected, even hotter than lingerie or pantyhose.
I slip into one of his shirts from the closet and sneak down the hall to my room, where I snag my back-up camera.
Back in his bedroom, I lock the door and lose the shirt, and get the camera in the perfect position.
The shower turns off, and when the bathroom door opens, steam floods the bedroom. Landry appears in the doorframe, a white towel tucked in at his waist, rivulets of water traveling the trail between his pecs, down his abs.
“My god,” he breathes, taking me in on my knees, naked, in the center of his bed. I glance at the camera, and his eyes follow me there. Landry smirks, and my chest tightens that he likes the idea, too.
I tip his hat at him. “Lose the towel, cowboy.”
With a flick of his fingers, the terry cloth pools at his feet, and I’m left staring at the veiniest, thickest, most beautiful cock and pink plump balls I’ve ever laid eyes on.
“Stroke it,” I tell him, and to my surprise Landry obeys, reaching between his legs. I watch his bicep first, loving the way it flexes when he grips himself.
“Get on the bed, on your back.”
“Damn, I’ve never been… bossed around like this,” he says while obeying, getting onto the bed. His cock is erect, but so large it lies thick and steely against his belly instead of standing. Good problem to have. I climb on top and straddle him backward.
Peering over my shoulder, I love the way his face is held tight, restraint clearly his only thought right now. “You okay, partner?”
Landry runs his hand over his belly, through the neatly trimmed hair, then gathers himself in his fist. “This ain’t a dream, right?”
I smirk and hold up my hand, showing off the plain gold band that he also wears, the set made by Love Collier for our ceremony today. “You’re not dreaming. I did my part, now it’s time you start doing yours.” I kind of like this arrangement. “Put on a condom.”
I turn and face the bedroom wall, waiting for him to rustle around beneath me, dig in his drawer, and get going. My mind starts to slip into “you’re banging the man you’re making a movie about” guilt when Landry walks his bare fingers up my back, then taps my shoulder. I twist and look back at him.
“I don’t have a condom.”
I reposition myself until I’m facing him, my naked pussy pressed against his shaft.
His eyes snap shut, and his abs tighten beneath my fingertips.
“Landry,” I whisper, sifting my fingers through his belly and chest hair, finally resting them over his pecs.
His heart is racing a mile a minute. “Landry,” I try again, even softer, my voice even lower.
His hands come to my hips, and his grip is so crushingly tight, I whisper, “We don’t have to do this. If you’re not ready.”
One blue eye pops open. “You got me… worked up,” he grits, jaw tight. “I’m just trying to muster the self-respect to even look at you.”