Lost Love (Cowboys and Angels #1)(60)

“Really? Why?”

“Something about Dad not wanting to see his father’s place of birth fall apart.”

She smiled, and I gave Marley a small tug back on the reins.

“Should we tie them up?” Paxton asked looking at Allure and Marley.

There was a small creek that flowed behind the cabin that I knew they would both want to get to. “Nah, let them graze around here. They might want to get a drink. I don’t think they’ll wander too far.”

She lifted her brow, clearly not sure about my decision to let the horses wander free.

“Trust me, pumpkin. They won’t go far.”

I took her hand and led her to the cabin, stopping to get the key from where Trevor said it would be. I glanced down and looked for a rock big enough that would hold the key. After picking up a couple, I found the fake rock then started up the stairs.

“So, you’re not planning on this taking long if you think the horses won’t go that far.”

I glanced back at her and winked. “Trust me, I can make it last longer than the first time we were here.”

She tried to hide her grin and failed.

The first time I brought Paxton here we were sixteen. It was our first time, and everything about that night was awkward. Neither of us knew what the fuck we were doing. Both of us were virgins. I’d gotten her off a few times with my hands and mouth; she’d done the same. But the moment I slipped inside her warm pussy, I had to bite on my cheek to keep from coming. I pumped all of five times and came so hard I almost passed out. My only saving grace was that Paxton had come right along with me.

Embarrassing as fuck. That shit better not happen tonight.

When we walked in, I switched on the light. We both let our gaze roam over the two-room cabin.

“Oh, my gosh. It’s beautiful in here.” She turned to me. “Did you plan for us to come here?”

I shook my head. “No! Not at all.”

“Then what’s with the fresh flowers on the table?”

Shrugging, I walked over to them. “Not sure. It doesn’t look like anyone’s been here for a while. Maybe they’re fake.”

Paxton leaned down and smelled the flowers. “They’re real. Someone’s been here at least within the last few days.”

Heading into the bedroom, I turned on the light. The bed was made and looked like it hadn’t been touched in weeks. There was a light covering of dust on the side table.

“Well, doesn’t look like anyone’s been staying here. Maybe Mom brings them for some reason?”

Paxton walked over to the fireplace and looked at all the photos. I guess when Dad remodeled he’d added a few family pictures. “There’s a picture of us!” she gasped.

“What? Really?”

She peeked over her shoulder at me and grinned. “From high school. Looks like it was the Christmas of our senior year.”

I couldn’t help but smile. “Shit, we look so damn young.”

Pointing to my older sister, Waylynn, Paxton said, “Waylynn is so beautiful. God I always wanted to be like her.”

I jerked my head back. “Why?”

“Look at her. She’s beautiful. Body to die for, and she wasn’t afraid to go after what she wanted. Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I had just gone after you.”

We faced each other.

“Well, you’re more beautiful than Waylynn, your body is fucking amazing, and we’re done playing the what if game. You’re here and I’m here, that’s all that matters.”

She nodded. “You’re absolutely right. So. What do we do now?”

I tossed my head back and laughed. “Jesus, it feels like our first time all over again.”

Her eyes searched my face while she chewed on her lip nervously. I reached up and pulled her lip out from her teeth.

“Except this time, I know what I’m doing,” I added.

The way her mouth dropped slightly open had my dick pressing on my jeans, begging to come out and play. I took her hand in mine, lacing our fingers together and walked us to the bedroom. The queen-size bed was a nice upgrade from the twin mattress we first had sex on. Plus, knowing all my brothers had brought their firsts here and used that bed was not something I was looking forward to again.

When we walked into the room, I smiled and pulled her against me. The heat from her body drove me insane.

I laced my hand through her beautiful brown hair. I pulled slightly, causing her to let out a sharp intake of air and then moan. My lips moved across her neck with soft kisses.

“Steed,” she whispered.

“I’m going to make love to you, Paxton. Then, I’m going to fuck the living shit out of you.”

Her head dropped back. “Yes,” she hissed.