My Cowboy Valentine Bonus Scene
Red
After returning the horses to the stable, Ronald signs autographs for the owners and employees, and we leave Island in the City stables to find our cars parked on the street. The cowboy looks out of place in his white Stetson and Wrangler’s, and I catch more than one woman staring longingly at him, which draws vitriolic glares from me.
Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would develop such an unquenchable thirst for my little brother’s best friend, but my heart is in my throat as he follows me in his rental car back to my apartment. We pull up to the front, parking valet, and head inside, greeting Mr. Willoughby, the doorman.
“Ms. Cash,” Willoughby says with a smirk, trying not to stare at Ronald. “It looks as though you’ve found yourself a cowboy.”
“Mr. Willoughby, allow me to introduce my fiancé, Ronald Jameson.”
“Nice to meet you, sir.”
Ronald looks mildly uncomfortable, shaking his hand. I can’t blame him with what he’s told me about recent press. I’m certain our faces are plastered everywhere.
But I have more important things to think about than the paparazzi and press right now. I need alone time with my cowboy. I hand the doorman an extra-large tip, commemorating the beginning of my life and future, and we head for the elevators.
Ronald wraps me in his arms as we head up, whispering in my ear, “The twelfth floor. Seriously? I don’t think I can wait that long.” His warm mouth grazes over the shell of my ear, and his tongue and teeth tease my earlobe, twisting and tightening my core with anticipation.
“I can’t either,” I reply softly, resting my hand on his hard chest and thinking back to less than a week ago when we fought in his office, I pounded my finger into his chest, and his hand caught mine, holding it tightly over his booming heart. It pounds now under my palm, a reassuring and steady rhythm I can count on.
When we reach my floor, Ronald sighs with relief as we head down the hallway, laughing and stopping every couple of strides to kiss and whisper promises to each other about what comes next. My hands shake with want by the time we reach the door and as soon as I throw it open, the handsome cowboy sweeps me up in his arms, carrying me over the threshold.
“Isn’t that a move reserved for a wife?” I scold, tipping his hat back, and covering his mouth with mine, until he lets out a deep, needy groan.
“Just so you know, Lesley, you’re not getting off the hook without marrying me, so consider this threshold-carrying practice.”
My pulse pounds at his words, thinking back to the first time I wished our fake engagement was real. I never could have guessed at the whirlwind to follow.
“Which way’s the bedroom, darling?” he asks, determination written all over his face. I nod to my right, stroking his square-cut jaw, my whole body sizzling and smoking with anticipation.
He strides down the hallway with purpose, the bedroom door already open so he doesn’t have to struggle with it. Glancing around briefly, he declares, “No pets, no plants…just as I thought. The apartment of a workaholic.” He plops me down on the bed, already reaching for the buttons of his shirt. “We’re going to change that.”
“Oh, yeah?” I ask breathlessly, admiring his tanned, carved chest as he removes his button-down shirt and white T-shirt underneath. He’s got the cut, carved musculature of a man who works fields, his body built by nature and blue-collar labor rather than a gym membership. “How are we going to do that?”
“For starters, we’re going to get some boots by the door and a Stetson on your coat rack. But first, we’re going to mess up your pretty little, perfect, single-girl bedroom.”
“Mmm…I like the sound of that.”
“Good,” he says with a lopsided grin as his jeans fall to the ground. My eyes settle unrepentantly on his black boxer briefs, tented with his massive arousal. “You like what you see?”
“Hell, yes!”
He cocks his head to the side, staring at me quizzically. “Then, what are you waiting for, woman? Start undressing.”
I laugh, feeling my face burn as my fingers go to the front of my dress, my hands still shaking and my fingers clumsy.
Ronald scrambles out of his briefs, standing naked in front of me, admiring me as I seductively pull my dress down, revealing my black lace bra. His eyes sear me with burning desire even as tenderness reddens them, and he confesses softly, “Ever since our first night together, I’ve wanted to tell you how gorgeous you are. How much I love you and have loved you my whole life, Lesley. I know this is going to sound dumb because we’ve both been through a lot of relationships. But for me, it has always been you…only you. Looking back now, I realize that’s part of the reason I could never get it to work out with any other woman. But damn, Red, I must confess, I never in my wildest dreams thought there was any way you would want me in return. Not until the day you barged into my office looking like a crazed woman and barking orders…”
“And getting handcuffed and removed from the premises, thanks to you.”
“And eyeing my package.” My face flushes at his words.
“That I did,” I admit without compunction.
“Believe me, that revelation got my mind working overtime…in a good way,” he rumbles in his chest, crossing the distance to the bed. “Now, going back to the handcuffs, if I had a pair, I’d put them to good use.”
“You’d arrest me? Right here right now?”
“Yes, ma’am, I’d make you my prisoner because I’ve got years upon years of pent-up fantasies I want to act out on you and with you.”
“Really?” I squeak, lost in his dark gaze.
He nods slowly. “You’re the first woman I ever wanted, and that has never changed.” He caresses my decolletage, leaving trails of goosebumps where his fingertips rove. “And I’ve wanted, for longer than I care to admit, to play Connect the Dots with your gorgeous freckles.” His hand glides down my upper arm, making me shiver. “Using my tongue.”
The last three words make me shiver with yearning. “Really?” I ask, my eyes rounding and my body aching with desire. “I’m not sure you’re up for it, Rowdy. They go everywhere, you know.”
“Everywhere?” he replies with mock surprise. He palms my breasts, appreciating their weight and fullness in his hands before swiping his thumbs over my nipples with increasing intensity.
I exhale sharply, closing my eyes and dissolving under his masterful touch. He lowers his head, teasing me through the lace, nipping me and lightly biting my nipples until they form firm, demanding peaks.
“Everywhere,” I sigh, bliss transforming my breath into ragged pants, as my mind floats away.
I feel him flick the back of my bra free with one hand, far too skilled at the movement for me to think too much about without getting jealous, and then he devours me. Pushing me back onto the mattress, his hot mouth and velvety tongue swirl around the areola of my left breast as he massages the right, pinching my nipple playfully, just enough to make me whimper and cry out before alternating sides.
“Everywhere,” he promises. “I told you, Red, I want everything from you. No holds barred.”
“And what does everything mean?” I manage between heavy breaths, already out of my mind with want.
“I’m going to marry you, and we’re going to live together, whether it’s New York City or—”
“Alpha Ridge Creek,” I interrupt resolutely.
“Either one.” His voice trails off as his attention wanders lower, his hands and mouth adoring every inch of my trembling flesh. He truly is Connecting the Dots—all of them—and the heat and wetness in my panties demand he play the game thoroughly.
“Alpha Ridge Creek. It’s decided. I want to move there to be with you,” I say.
He stops, leveling his eyes on me. “Really? Are you sure?”
“One hundred percent. Yes. Three days back in the City gave me clarity about that, too.”
“We’re going to ride every day.” He grins. “And I don’t mean horses. I hope you’re ready for it.”
“Yes, Ronald. I don’t know what you’ve done to me. But it’s insane. I can’t get enough of you.”
“Same,” he says, dipping his head down to the spot on my belly where he stopped licking and teasing me a moment ago.
“And I’m thinking about stopping birth control for good. If you’d like to try for kids? I can’t make any guarantees.”
His head pops back up, a mixture of joy and panic written in his expression. Ronald’s eyebrows climb his forehead. “Really? Are you sure, Red? I don’t get the impression you can even keep a houseplant alive, let alone a pet or a baby.”
“You haven’t been to my old office at Red. It’s filled with houseplants, so I’m pretty sure I can figure out kids. If we get lucky.”
“If you want kids, Lesley, I’ll give you kids…one way or the other. If not naturally, we’ll adopt. Lord knows I wouldn’t be the man I am today if your parents hadn’t stepped up to help me. It’s probably time I pay that forward. I do have one concern, though.” His face looks solemn.
“And what’s that?”
“I’m not certain what kind of daddy I’ll make after the childhood I had.”
I sit up, palming his cheek. “I love, you Ronald Jameson. More than words can ever begin to express. And I know with one hundred percent certainty you’ll be an amazing father someday. Besides, you have lots more experience than me. Horses are harder to keep than houseplants, after all. And we’ll do it together, like you said back at the stables.”
He chuckles, the worry in his face chased away by joy. “That’s right. You’re my partner in crime from now on. We can tackle anything so long as we do it together. I love you, Lesley,” he replies tenderly kissing me. His tongue sweeps into my mouth as he changes the angle of my head, deepening his penetration. Thrusting seductively and rhythmically into my mouth, he lays out the plan for our immediate future before pulling back breathing hard. “Hand me a pillow to put under your ass.”
His request has me seeing stars as I reach behind me, throwing one toward him. Lifting my ass effortlessly to tuck it underneath, he shoulders between my legs with a wicked smile. “Since we’re on the subject of our future, I have one last thing to say before I dive into this delectable pussy of yours, showing you through wordless expression how completely, utterly, and totally I worship you.”
“And what’s that?” I stammer, the anticipation of his dirty talk, stealing any further words.
“We’ll rename my home, now yours and mine, Double R Ranch and Jameson & Cash will become Red & Rowdy. Oh, and I think we’ll need a kids clothing line, too. Thoughts?”
Before I can say another word, the cowboy dives between my legs, unraveling every shred of logic and every string of words in my head, transforming me into a woman animated by sheer bliss and the kind of unconditional, transformative love I never imagined possible.
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