Chapter 14 Mason
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You seem happy,” my dad commented as I finished up my work, sliding my chair underneath my desk. “This have anything to do with the girl your mother was telling me about? The Sullivan’s daughter?”
I ran my fingers through my hair. Of course, she’d told him. I shouldn’t have been surprised.
“Maybe,” I murmured, looking out the window.
I’d come home to Emily every single night since she’d come with me, and yeah—it had been damn hard to wipe the smile off my face these days.
We’d brought her car back, too, so she could come and go from my cabin, letting her head home and water all of her mom’s plants and check on her parents’ house when she needed to.
But at night, she was in my bed. And every morning, I gave her a kiss before I slid out of bed, heading out to the ranch to take care of things. I wanted every day to be just like this last week had been. To be together, whatever that looked like.
She told Hannah that she wasn’t planning on going anywhere anytime soon. Did that mean she wanted to stay here with me? I sure as fuck hoped so.
And then, afterwards, she’d blown my mind by riding me in the barn.
“I just want you to follow your heart, son.” My dad clasped his hand on my shoulder. “That’s all your mom and I have ever wanted from you. For you to be happy. To have the life you want.”
“I know.” I was all choked up. “I feel like I wasted so much time on the wrong woman when the right one was here all along.” I shook my head.
“So don’t let her go.”
“It’s not that simple.”
“Isn’t it?” He winked. “If I know you—and I do—I know you’ll give that girl everything. But just make sure that she’ll give you everything too, okay?”
I nodded. “Yeah, Dad.” I looked outside. “I should go.”
“Bring her by the house soon,” he told me as I grabbed my coat and slipped it on. “Your mother and I would like to say hi.”
I chuckled. “Will do.”
Waving goodbye to my dad, I headed outside, eager to head home—back to Emily.
Back to the girl I hadn’t been able to get my mind off of from that first night in the bar.
Was it because I’d known, even then, that she was the one for me? Somehow, in the back of my mind, I knew it was true. What would have happened if I’d kissed her then? If I hadn’t been stupid, trying to deny my attraction to her because she was Hunter’s little sister?
She might have been eight years younger than me, but did that really matter in the grand scheme of things?
No, we were both adults. As long as we both wanted the same thing—and I was pretty sure we did, especially after the way she’d reacted when I’d accidentally let it slip that I had a slight breeding kink when it came to her.
The thought had my cock twitching in my pants, more eager than ever to go find the girl who I was pretty sure was my forever.
“What are we doing here?” Emily frowned as I shut off the truck, pulling up outside of Giddy Up.
After I’d got home from a long day of work, I’d told her we were going out, and to put on something that made her feel pretty.
Em had dressed up in a tight plaid skirt, a long-sleeved top that hugged her tits in all the best ways, and a pair of cowgirl boots.
My hand slid up her bare thigh. I was trying hard not to ask whether she had any panties on underneath it.
Lately, more often than not, she wasn’t wearing any when I got home, leaving me free to pick her up and eat her out on the counter or fuck her on the kitchen table.
Plenty of times, we’d been so desperate for each other that we hadn’t left the couch. It was fucking incredible.
I squeezed her leg. “Havin’ a do-over, darlin’.”
She laughed. “Why?”
“Because,” I frowned. “That first night, I fucked up. I knew you wanted to kiss me, and I pushed you away, thinking that this could never work between us.”
She took the hand that was still on her leg and interlaced her fingers with mine, not saying anything. Like somehow, she knew I needed to get this out.
“I should have kissed you right then and there. Should have carried you out the door and taken you home with me. Brought you to my bed and never let you leave. Because, Emmie Girl, I took one look at you, standing there so gorgeous at the bar, and I knew that if I let myself, you’d be my entire future. ”
Emily let out a small whimper. I picked up our combined hands, kissing the back of hers.
“So I want a re-do of that night. One where I see you, and I’m not a coward. Where I buy you a drink, and then ask you to dance, and at the end of the night, I’m still the lucky bastard you decide to go home with.”
She nodded. “Okay.”
Leaning over, I brushed my lips over hers.
“Stay here.” Climbing out of my truck, I walked around, opening her door.
Just like when I’d taken her to my cabin, I wrapped my hands around her much smaller waist, lifting her out of the truck and setting her down on her feet.
She reached up, adjusting the hat on my head and gave me a small smile. “Let’s do this, cowboy.”
“You go in first,” I told her. “Wait for me at the bar.”
She fluttered her eyelashes. “Only if you promise not to make me wait for too long.”
Fuck. My little vixen. I couldn’t help but drop another kiss to her lips. “Of course not, baby.” I gave her a soft slap on the ass. “Now go be a good girl and wait for your cowboy to find you.”
She gave me a cheeky smile as she disappeared inside. I looked up at the sky, praying to whatever God was listening for the ability to make it through the night.
“You here alone, darlin’?” I rasped against her ear, wrapping an arm around her waist just like I’d done that first night—before I’d realized it was Emily in my arms.
She turned around, giving me a coy look. “I was waiting for someone, but he didn’t show.”
“Bummer. Guess his loss is my gain, huh?” I let my hand drape possessively over her back.
“What brings you here tonight?”
“Looking for the prettiest girl in town.”
Her fingers danced over the top of the wooden bar. “And… did you find her?”
“I did.” She was standing in front of me, those long as fuck legs somehow even sexier thanks to those boots that I wanted wrapped around my waist as I fucked her later.
She smiled, those green eyes sparkling even in the low light. “So, are you gonna buy me a drink, cowboy?”
“Sure am.” I flagged over the bartender, ordering her a cocktail—what she’d been drinking that first night—and a beer on tap for me.
When we had our drinks in hand, we drifted over to one of the high top tables.
She smiled at me over the rim of her drink as she took a sip. “Mmm.” She swiped her tongue over her lips. “Sweet.”
“Glad you like it,” I said, taking a long pull of my beer.
“I do.” She took another drink. “How’d you know what I wanted?”
I flashed her a smile. “Maybe I’ve been watchin’ you, beautiful. Waiting until you were all alone to swoop in and have you for myself.”
Her eyes heated, snagging on my arms where I’d rolled up my shirt.
This last week, I’d learned that forearm porn—whatever the fuck that was—really did it for her.
Apparently, she enjoyed seeing my shirt rolled up over my thick, muscular arms. I’d pulled out the big guns tonight, hoping she’d be aroused and needy from my attention.
This role-play was fun—like a precursor to everything we knew was going to happen tonight.
The whole thing was like foreplay, and I was fucking obsessed.
“Yeah? So, what can I call you, cowboy?” Emily tucked a strand of wavy brown hair behind her ear.
“Mason,” I told her, wanting to hear it from her perfect lips. “The name’s Mason Elliott.”
“I’m Emily Sullivan.” She swirled the drink in her glass, giving me an appraising look, letting them linger on my pants for a beat longer than should have been acceptable.
My dick practically leapt in my pants at the attention, twitching at the thought of her interest. "You know what they say about a cowboy with a large belt buckle…”
I grinned as I tried to calm my cock down. I let my fingers trail up her bare thigh. Two could play this game. “You know what they say. Save a horse…” I winked. “Ride a cowboy.”
She laughed, and God, when was the last time I’d let loose like this?
When was the last time I’d felt so light and happy?
My dad was right. And it was all because of Emily.
Because over the last two weeks, she’d changed me for the better.
She’d shown me what life could be like if I opened up my heart again.
And goddamn, did I love her. Fast? Maybe.
But I knew she was my forever girl. And if I didn’t think it was too soon, I’d get down on one knee right here, right now, and ask her to be my bride. To marry me. To be my wife and the mother of my children. Because I wanted all of that with her. A life—a family.
She leaned in real close, standing on her tiptoes to press her lips against my ear. “You can ride me all night, cowboy.”
“Is that a promise?” I wrapped my hands around her waist.
Emily hummed in response, tilting up her face towards mine.
Her lips looked so soft—pretty pink pillows that begged to be kissed.
I wanted to kiss her all over—her mouth, her tits, between her thighs.
Maybe later, if she let me, I’d spend the night worshiping her there, burying my tongue inside her cunt.
I shook my head. I was getting ahead of myself.
A slow song came on, and Emily’s eyes fluttered shut, a radiant smile spreading over her face.
There was a live band tonight, playing popular country songs.
Mostly love songs, but I wasn’t complaining.
They all felt a little too accurate right now.
Because my feelings were bursting through me, not caring if it was too soon or that we’d barely been together.
“Oh, I love this song,” she murmured, softly signing the lyrics to you look like you love me.
I stuck my hand out for her, setting my drink down on the bar. “Emily, would you care to dance?”
Her eyes sparkled as she looked up at me, sliding her palm into mine. “Thought you’d never ask, Mason.”
I held her hand as we wandered out onto the dance floor, her hand sliding onto my shoulder as I wrapped mine around her waist, keeping her pressed tight against me. We kept our other hands interlaced as we swayed to the music, content to just hold each other.
“You were right,” she finally murmured after the first song had bled into the second and we hadn’t moved.
I held up my arm to spin her, and her cheeks were flushed with excitement as I pulled her back into my arms. “About what?” I asked, dropping my lips to her ear.
“Our do-over. This is nice.”
“Mmm.” I pressed my forehead against hers. “It’s still missin’ something, though.”
She looked up at me through her eyelashes. “What?”
“Told you I regretted not kissin’ you that night. I’m not gonna make that mistake again.” I cupped her cheek, lowering my lips till they brushed over hers. “So tell me, cowgirl.”
Emily’s tongue darted out, moistening her lower lip. “Tell you what?”
“Tell me you want to be kissed.”
She smiled. “Will you kiss me, cowboy?”
“I thought you’d never ask.” I lowered my lips to hers, pressing a soft kiss on her lips.
In this moment, I didn’t notice any of the other couples around us on the dance floor.
Everything else went quiet, and it was just her and I.
She opened for me, and I slid my tongue against hers, savoring the sweet and sour taste of her drink on her tongue.
She smiled up at me as we pulled apart, and my heart skipped a beat in my chest. God, she was beautiful.
This gorgeous, amazing woman was all mine.
And I’d do whatever it took to keep her.
The last week had shown me exactly how good we could be together, and there was no way I was giving up on that.
I dipped my head against her ear as I spun her. “I’m just a cowboy looking for the right cowgirl, and I think I’ve found her.” I let my hand drift down to her ass.
She blushed. “Mason…”
“Mhm?”
Emily reached up, pressing her fingers against my jaw, rubbing at my stubble. “Take me home.”
I didn’t even need to hesitate. “With pleasure.”