Cowboy Mountain Man’s Curvy Complication
Austin
The red light clicks off.
The silence afterward is heavier than the sound ever was.
Allie doesn’t speak right away. She just stands there, eyes dark, breath shallow like she’s deciding whether to cross a line she already knows she wants.
That’s when the mic becomes irrelevant.
Allie shifts closer, and the room changes temperature—like everything tightens around us.
Her fingers curl in my hair. Claiming. Her other hand presses flat to my chest, right over my heart, like she’s feeling how fast it’s going.
“Say it again,” she whispers.
My throat tightens. “Which part?”
She smiles against my mouth. Slow. Knowing.
“The line where you slow down.”
I drag in a breath and let my voice drop. Let it settle into my body.
I say it.
Her breath stutters. I feel it against my skin, warm and unguarded.
“Yes,” she murmurs. “Like that.”
Then—closer now, her lips barely brushing mine—“Don’t move.”
Every muscle in my body locks.
She shifts instead, deliberately, sliding into my space until she’s straddling my thigh, heat pressing there, unmistakable. Her forehead rests against mine, noses brushing, breaths tangled.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me when you talk like that?” she asks softly.
My hands hover at her waist, flexing. Waiting.
“What?”
“You make me feel chosen,” she says. “Not taken. Not rushed. Just… wanted.”
Something in my chest cracks wide open.
“That’s because I am choosing you,” I say, voice rough. “Every second I’m with you.”
Her thumb traces the edge of my jaw. Slow. Intimate. Dangerous.
“Then touch me,” she says. “Like you’ve been wanting to.”
I slide my hands up her sides, firm now, thumbs brushing beneath her ribs. She shivers, hips pressing down instinctively, like her body’s already answered for her.
I kiss her again—deeper, hungrier. Still controlled, but just barely. Like a man holding himself back by sheer force of will.
She makes a soft sound into my mouth, knees tightening, breath turning uneven.
I pull back just enough to look at her.
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” I murmur.
Her eyes are dark, steady. Certain.
“I won’t.”
That’s when it spills out—the truth that’s been sitting in my chest since the beginning.
“Don’t want to be careful with you anymore, Allie,” I say quietly. “Want to make you mine for always.”
Her gaze sharpens, searching.
“If that’s what you want,” I add, searching her heart-shaped face.
Recognition hits her hard. I feel it in the way her hands tighten, the way she leans in like she’s finally understood something she’s felt all along.
“There’s nothing I want more,” she says softly before I have a chance to fumble with the ring in my pocket. Before I can even think about getting on one knee. She’s already mine.
When I show her the diamond solitaire on a rose gold band, she gasps, eyes clouding.
“Hope I did okay,” I say, heat climbing my neck.
“Better than—” she chokes up, cheeks flushed, radiating joy when I slide the ring on, bringing her hand to my lips and lazily kissing each fingertip.
I press my forehead to hers, breath uneven now.
“This is me choosing you back,” I say, voice raw.
She kisses me like an answer—slow at first, then desperate. And this time, when I pull her closer, when my hands tighten at her waist, I don’t stop myself.
And I don’t look back.
Lacey & Anson
She came for research. She stayed because I wouldn’t let her face the danger alone.
Lacey doesn’t trust men like me—scarred, ex-military, relentless—but someone’s hunting her, and I’ll burn down everything before I let her be taken.
Hurt/comfort. Cowboy heat. HEA guaranteed. No cliffhangers.
Red & Rowdy
I came home from the rodeo circuit ready to build a future—not fake a relationship with the woman who drives me crazy.
I can handle bulls, business, and bad odds. Falling for the one woman I shouldn’t want might be the riskiest move of all.
Enemies to lovers. Fake engagement. Cowboy heat. HEA guaranteed. No cliffhangers.