My Cocky Cowboy(A Steamy Older Man Romance)(17)

“Well aren't we snippy today?” Nissa snips back. “Sleep on the wrong side of the bed?”

“No, just in the wrong bed,” I snarl.

Thanks for reminding me.

This is a ridiculous situation. I'm a grown woman and I'm forbidden from being with the man I want. And who wants me but is too polite to take me much as I can see him reeling himself in. The enormous swell in his pants won't be disguised.

“Are we done here?”

“Please remember what I said about decorum.”

“Right. I'll keep my behavior suitably restrained. When the fans actually arrive. Right now, I think I'll go help with the preparations.”

She opens her mouth to object but can't come up with a single thing. I resist a smug smirk and turn on my heel to head back to the paddock where Shea is still building.

“You're back,” he burrs when I pull up beside him.

“You noticed,” I say.

“Hard not to. Sexiest body in ten counties.”

“What can I do?”

“Stand at my side and look hotter than the midday sun,” he replies.

As if to prove the point, he pushes his hat back on his head and wipes down his forehead with a bandana. I could almost lick the beads of sweat from his leathery tan skin, he's so stunning. And all male. He gets right back to hammering the wood into place. I lean against a post beside us and cross one leg in front of the other.

“There's nothing more fascinating that a real man at work in construction,” I purr.

“I reckon having a real man pinning you down as he slides in and out of your tight little pussy might be interesting.” he says with a cocky smirk.

“And even better if he spends the night with his huge workman's arms enveloping my fragile body.”

Shea emits a low feral sound and when he stands up he towers over me and around me. I notice the bulge in his pants is again thrusting at his jeans and I feel satisfied knowing if I can't have him here and now, the feeling of yearning is at least mutual and I can trust he'll make it happen somehow.

I spend the entire afternoon trailing him at his work. The sight of his back muscles rippling in his shirt, threatening to tear at the seams is more than enough to keep me amused. My little shorts are soaked through down to my thighs and I can barely keep my hands off him.

“What'll you do when this Princess gig is over?” he puts his tools down and looks up at me.

“I'm not too sure.”

I'm almost loathe to admit that I left college after two years. I don't want him to think I'm a dropout or too dumb to live. Suddenly Shea Butler's opinion of me seems real important.

“You must have dreams and desires,” he says, with another filthy grin that makes me even wetter.

He sure knows how to get a girl hot and bothered. Even though he's interested in me as a person, he always makes sure to let me know he's definitely intrigued by the womanly side.

“I do, but I don't know how to make it happen. Honestly, I found college so boring after two years I left.”

“It's not for everyone,” he nods. “Some folks got something more physical they want to achieve.”

“That's exactly it. I want to be with people and stuff. I think I have a natural affinity for working as a sort of intermediary between kids and animals.”

“Like a horse whisperer?”

“Kind of,” I say, thrilled to see that gets Shea's seal of approval, as he chews down on his provocative lips and slowly nods his head like he's thinking all the thoughts under the sun.

It's so ridiculous to be standing here with impossible fantasies of being with Shea beyond the end of the weekend. There's no way it could ever be a reality but if I was honest with him about my dreams and desires, then I'd have to admit that whatever I do with my life, I want him in it.

I have to stop thinking like that and get back to fantasizing about his astounding long wide dick. Because the girlish dreams only mark me out as a kid with one gigantic crush. And what I intend to be for Shea is a woman he can adore.





Chapter THIRTEEN

Shea



I'm wired to distraction with Dallyce standing beside me while I work.

“Nice outfit,” I say. “What there is of it.”

From my position kneeling on the ground I trawl up the length of her bare thighs to the crease where the tiny denim shorts barely cover the sweet vee I sucked into my mouth last night.

“Thanks, those jeans are so tight I have to fight to get them off,” she says with a dirty little smirk.

Fuck the woman is brazen and I love it. Mixed with a tinge of innocence and her apparently genuine interest in me, it's a breathtaking package. One I intend to keep my hands on. Before I can stop myself I lean in and kiss the very top of her inner thigh, right where the fabric ends. The faint aroma of her pussy is intoxicating. My dick thrusts hard enough to hammer the entire rail and I can't resist stealing a second nip to the soft swell of flesh on the other side.