Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
SAM
“Yeah, baby. Just like that. Open wider.”
“Like this?”
“Perfect.”
I swipe my tongue through her folds, loving how wet she is for me. Her fingers sink into my hair and hold on tight.
It’s the sting of pain that causes me to rock my hips into the bed.
“Are you going to fuck me, Sam?”
Those words.
“Patience, darlin’. I’ll give you anything you want.”
“Please, Sam.”
I rock back onto my heels, stopping my moves. “Hmm.”
“What?” she groans.
“I like hearing you beg.”
“Please. I need you.”
“What a good—”
“Fuck!” I startle awake, breath hot and heavy. “Fuck.”
I press the heels of my hands into my eyes to try and clear the thoughts flashing through my mind. Of the sexy brunette that was laid out before me.
Fuck. Me.
I damn near came in my pants at the thought of Joey. My dick is still rock-hard. I try to do everything I can to will it down without actually touching it. That won’t do me any good.
Except nothing is working. It’s still tenting my damn boxers.
Fuck. I’m going to have to take care of this.
Throwing off the sheets, I head into the bathroom and flip on the shower. Steam fills the room as I brush my teeth.
I kick off my boxers and step into the hot steam.
Damn. That feels good. But it doesn’t compare to how good it feels when I finally get my fist wrapped around my cock.
“Fuuuuuck.” I let out a hiss as I give myself a long, slow stroke. “Fuck.”
Thoughts of Joey flood my mind. Maybe this will help. Imagining her on her knees for me. Taking my thick cock to the back of her throat. Watching her eyes go wide as she moves that pretty mouth of hers up and down my length.
Hell, maybe she’s even getting herself off. I’d slide my fingers through her hair to make her go faster. My grip tightens as I fuck my fist.
Damn it. It feels good. So damn good. The thought of coming down Joey’s throat pulls my release from me, spraying it all over the shower wall.
“Yes,” I hiss, throwing my head back and letting the water stream over me. The tension leaves my body as I give myself another few strokes, the last of my cum spraying over the floor.
I finish my shower and get dressed. I throw on my usual ranch T-shirt and jeans with my boots before heading out to the barn to check on all the horses.
This is my favorite time of day. It’s still early. The dew sticks to the grass as I walk inside. It’s only me and animals. No one else is around to distract me from tending to them.
“Morning, Storm.” I rub his muzzle as he neighs. “Ready for a good day of rides?”
He nods again. I like to think that he can understand me. He’s one of the best horses we have.
“I’ll be back to see you later, okay? Make sure you keep everyone else in line.”
He goes back to chomping on the hay as I check on the other horses. All of the stalls are clean—just how I like it. It’s good to have people working for me that I trust to help me.
I grab my hat off the desk before strolling to the main lodge. A few guests are already out and about. The sun is peeking out from behind the mountains as I stuff my hands in my pockets, breathing in the cool morning air. I’ll savor it before it gets hot as hell today.
Heading into the lodge through the kitchen, I grab a cup of coffee before going to the front desk. Where I know Joey will be.
Fuck. I shouldn’t have kissed her. I really shouldn’t have jacked off to the thought of her on her knees for me.
But it was too damn tempting. She’s too damn tempting. It’s going to be hard to resist her. I sip my coffee as I stuff my free hand into my pocket and head toward the front desk.
Joey’s back is to me and I allow myself a minute—only a minute—to appreciate how sexy she is.
That long brown hair of hers falls halfway down her back. Her jean skirt clings to her hips with her long legs leading down to her cowboy boots.
When did I start falling for my best friend’s daughter?
I don’t know, but she really is the most beautiful woman in the world.
I clear my throat, walking into the lobby. “Morning.”
Her head turns to find me, a smile lighting up her face. “Morning, Sam. I’m glad you’re here.”
“Is that right?” I rest my elbows on the hardwood of the front desk.
“I have something for you.” She pulls a Christmas tin out. “These are for you.”
“What are they?”
I tug the lid off, the sweet smell of cookies filling my senses.
“A thank you for helping me out the other day.”
“You didn’t have to do this, darlin’.”
“It’s the least I could do. Max helped me with them. They’re his favorite—peanut butter with a chocolate kiss.”
“They smell delicious.”
“Well, help yourself.” Joey pushes the tin closer.
I snag a cookie and tear into it. “Fuck. These are delicious.”
“You know what they say…” Joey teases.
“What do they say?” I ask, swallowing the bite.
“If you give a cowboy a cookie…”
I cock my eyebrow at her. “I’ll want a glass of milk?”
“I can give you more than a glass of milk, Sam.”
I finish off the cookie, needing something to do with my mouth so I don’t say anything I’ll regret. Like…I want her like she wants me.
“I’ll take the cookies for now, darlin’. Thank you.”
Her smile is still bright. “Anything for you, Sam. Anything.”
I nod at her before turning on my boot and leaving with the tin of cookies in hand.
Fuck. I need to distance myself from this woman. Being around her is intoxicating. I’ll need to dig out whatever reserves of patience and will I have to push her from my thoughts.
It can’t happen again. It’s the responsible thing to do. She’s my best friend’s daughter. I haven’t had a serious relationship since my wife died. Hell, she’s practically Lennox’s age. Fuck what I want.
No matter how much it might hurt.