29. Have Fun Cowboy
HAVE FUN COWBOY
R owan
“How many times are you going to watch the feed?” Oliver asked me, a knowing smirk plastered on his smug face.
“As many times as I want,” I replied.
It was a Saturday, and Oliver and I were at a rodeo today with a few of the bulls and horses we’d bred specifically for this. Normally, we didn’t do this anymore, but a few of the local riders housed their horses at The Carragan Ranch, so we took care of them when the riders weren’t competing.
We used to come to rodeos in order to network, offer our services, see who may be interested in buying a new horse from us, and make a point to meet the event staff of the rodeos so they’d be more likely to use our bulls.
We hadn’t done it much lately because our work spoke for itself—we were damn good at our jobs.
Our bulls were angry and tough; our horses were agile and spunky.
But Oliver swore we were about to see a slowdown, so out we came.
Normally, I wouldn’t mind. Truly. I enjoyed this, coming out and seeing the new up-and-coming riders, watching our friends ride—it was fun.
But my girl was home, alone, and she didn’t work this evening.
Lucas did his best to give rotating weekends, and this was her weekend off.
I should be home, buried deep inside of her, but I was here watching sweaty cowboys and working my ass off instead.
Oliver chuckled from beside me. “You’re obsessed.”
I didn’t deny it—I couldn’t. So I said nothing.
“I’m happy for you, Rowan, truly,” he said a few moments later. “She seems like a great girl, and you deserve that in your life.” He clapped me on the shoulder and then turned back to the arena.
I smiled to myself and watched the next ride.
That was about as emotional and heartfelt as Oliver got, and honestly, even though by most people's standards it wasn’t much, it meant a great deal to me.
Not only that he felt that way, but that it was so damn obvious how happy Aspen made me—how happy we made each other.
My phone buzzed, and I looked down to see it was my lady in question.
Aspen: Having fun, cowboy?
Me: Not as much fun as I’d be having if I were home with you right now.
Aspen: Fair point. Missing you.
I was about to start typing back when another text came through, but it wasn’t a text—it was a photo.
She was in nothing but a black thong and my black baseball cap, her arm across her chest covering her nipples.
She was sitting in the middle of the couch, biting her bottom lip the way she knew drove me fucking insane.
“Oh, fuck me,” I mumbled to myself.
“What’s wrong?” Oliver asked, looking over at me, concern clear on his face as he glanced down at my phone. In my attempt to lock it, I ended up dropping it on the ground face up. He looked down, realized what I was looking at, and busted out laughing. “Oh, she is damn good.”
I felt the anger start rising before he held up his hands in a look of defense, still chuckling. “I didn’t mean it in the sense of, damn, she looks good. Chill. She’s basically my baby sister already. I meant, damn, she’s good and knows just how to push your buttons.”
I picked up my phone, dusting off the dirt, and let out a breath. I was way too damn worked up for this shit right now, and he was still chuckling and shaking his head at me.
“You’re not wrong about that,” I grumbled at him.
“I know. Good luck, Ro,” he said, his eyes moving back to the arena.
I unlocked my phone and looked down at the text she’d sent in after the photo.
Aspen: I’ll be here waiting for you to get home, cowboy. Hope you enjoy the show.
The show? What did she mean by—my heart rate sped up as I thought about what she could mean.
She’d given me a bit of shit about the new cameras I’d had installed around the house.
She understood why, but she still shook her head at me when I’d told her we should get our own for the bedroom.
I told her we could put on quite the show.
I pulled back up the camera for the living room where she’d been on the couch and was immediately torn between regret and enough lust to cause a painful hard-on.
I cleared my throat and muttered to Oliver that I’d be right back.
“Yeah, I’m sure. Have fun, cowboy ,” he said with another chuckle. Fuck I needed to find this man a girl just so I could torture the fuck out of him too.
I started dialing Aspen, and she picked up after two rings, her voice clearly breathless.
“Hey, cowboy, I thought you were busy,” she said with a soft giggle.
“Are you trying to kill me, little angel?” I asked quietly so the people walking past wouldn’t hear how gravely and frustrated my voice sounded.
She laughed, but it was that breathy laugh she only gave me when she was soaked and riding my cock. “Never. I just wanted you to know I was getting myself nice and prepared for you, Rowan. I just wanted to ensure you could come home and enjoy your treat.”
“Fuckkk, Aspen. Give me a damn minute.”
“Where are you off to now?” she asked.
“Trying to make it back to the truck where I’ll hopefully have a small amount of privacy to fix my raging boner right now, don’t stop what you’re doing.
Talk me through it until I can watch again,” I said, my tone more commanding than I meant for it to be, but fuck me, I didn’t care.
Oliver and I drove together with a trailer for the two horses we had to take back tonight.
We had a ranch hand drive the trailer for our few bulls here.
But that meant I couldn’t just leave him here or the animals.
I had to wait until we were finished before I could be home with her—which she knew, the little vixen.
“Oh, Ro baby, you sound so frustrated right now, but I’ll oblige you for now. I’m naked on the couch, one leg thrown over the back of the couch, so my legs are nice and wide, my pussy bared for your viewing pleasure,” she let out a quiet moan.
“Yeah, I saw little angel. It’s quite the view,” I growled as the truck finally came into view. I unlocked the driver's side door and climbed inside. Quickly putting Aspen on speaker phone, I pulled back up the video feed, watching her. “What are you doing now, Aspen?” I asked.
She let out a louder moan, as if just my voice was enough for her to get off on.
“Running my fingers through the mess between my thighs, cowboy, wishing it was your mouth. What are you doing?” she asked.
I could tell from the camera that her eyes were closed as she held the phone with one hand to her ear, and the other hand was slowly running circles over her clit.
I unbuckled my jeans and pushed them and my boxers down enough to pull myself out.
“What would you like me to do, little angel? This seems to be your show, honestly,” I said as I stared down at my cock.
A ringing started on my phone, and I realized she was video calling me. I answered without hesitation.
“Have you touched yourself yet, cowboy?” she asked, her voice husky with clear desire.
I shook my head as I stared at her beautiful face.
This was much better than the cameras at the house.
No lag time, and it was much closer to her.
I’d have to think of a solution for that, or just never be away from her again.
“Good. Spit in your hand and get your cock nice and wet for me. You’re not allowed out of that truck until I see you come. ”
Normally, taking orders was not my cup of tea, but how could I possibly deny her when she was demanding so sweetly? I spit in my hand, never breaking eye contact with her, and slowly ran my hand up and down my shaft. “Fuck, Aspen,” I groaned.
“That’s right, cowboy,” she said as she bit her bottom lip. I set the camera in the phone holder I had attached to the windshield so she could see my face and cock, since I knew that’s what she wanted. “Oh, how you spoil me, Rowan.”
“I want to see you, little angel,” I growled as I lazily stroked.
She smirked and sat up on the couch, setting her phone against something on the coffee table, and then she leaned back, her feet planted on the floor, thighs wide so I could see all of her.
“A goddamn vision, Aspen.”
“Show me what I want to see, Rowan, please,” she whimpered as she ran her fingers through her folds and sank two into her wet cunt.
I started stroking my cock, watching her, and found myself groaning.
I’d never been one to make a ton of noise during sex; it was more of a get in and get out, with a ton of other shit on my mind.
But with this woman? I couldn’t seem to help myself.
Especially once I noticed my noises and my words got her off even harder.
“Add another finger, angel.” I watched as she slid in her ring finger, and I stroked myself harder at the sight. “Thumb to your clit, Aspen, I want to see your sweet little pussy squeezing those fingers when I come,” I said.
Her thumb slowly started circling her clit, and I watched her eyes look down at the camera.
The harder I stroked myself, the faster her thumb moved, and before I could give her any more direction, we were both coming apart to the sounds of each other.
I sat in my truck for a moment, trying to catch my breath and watching her chest rise and fall, before I grabbed a napkin from the glove box and wiped myself off.
I looked up at my phone to find her smiling at me. “What?” I asked, finding myself smiling back at her.
“Thank you, cowboy,” she said. She laid down on the couch again and took the phone with her. “How much longer until you’re back here with me?”
“Another couple of hours. I’ll be back before the sun goes down. We only have one more of our bulls being ridden, and the horses are done for the day.”
She nodded. “Good. Chinese for dinner?”
“I’ll grab it on my way home, beautiful.
” I was still smiling as we chatted for a few more minutes, and I told her I’d see her soon.
The smile didn’t leave my face the entirety of the afternoon as I caught up with Oliver and watched the rest of the rides.
And when I got home, Chinese food in hand, the smile stayed.