Page 27 of Cowhand Crush

A moment later, she sank down onto me, anchoring her palms on my chest. Her eyes fluttered closed and her mouth dropped open. I couldn’t resist thrusting upward into the scorching silk of her pussy. Avery’s thighs twitched and she tipped her head back.

“Oh, God, Bowen, do that again.”

I flexed my hips, making her gasp. The sun warmed Avery’s bare legs at my waist. I slipped one hand under her shirt, tugged her bra aside, and squeezed her breast, circling my thumb over her nipple. She gave a slow roll of her hips, taking my cock deep.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her like this—glowing with sexual energy, her walls clenched tight around my shaft, half naked and so painfully beautiful that it felt like my heart might burst in my chest.

“Tell me I’m yours,” Avery said softly.

I cupped the back of her neck and drew her down to me, sealing my mouth to hers in a kiss. Pulling out, I pushed back in with a long, hard stroke that had Avery whimpering against my lips. I locked my arms around her, gripped her ass, and started a punishing pace.

Pure bliss washed over her features. She melted on top of me, tucking her face in my neck with a little whine of pleasure.

Clutching her hips, I buried my cock inside her pussy, feeling her pulse and flutter as she milked me dry. Avery clutched a fistful of my shirt, muffling her cry in my shoulder as she came. I cradled her against my chest and gritted my teeth, fighting for one—two—three more sloppy, uneven thrusts before I followed her over the edge.

“That’s my girl,” I murmured, cradling the back of Avery’s head in my palm.

I kissed her jawline, nuzzling at her earlobe. She smiled with a happy little hum.

Chapter 10

Avery

Bowen and I rented a motel room in town. After a shower and a decent meal, Bowen finally talked me into returning to the ranch to pack up the rest of my things. I wasn’t looking forward to it. It would be uncomfortable and awkward around Dad. And it would kill me to say goodbye to Birdie, especially when we were becoming so close.

Deep down, I worried that if I set foot on the ranch again, it would hurt to leave all over again. I didn’t regret my choice to pursue a life of my own with Bowen, but I hated that it came at the cost of the place I used to call home.

The sun had barely slipped below the mountain range when Bowen and I arrived at High Plains. He interlaced our fingers together and gave my hand a reassuring squeeze. Even though Dad had given him a direct order to get off his land, Bowen insisted he would help me pack. Now that we were officially together—and Bowen was officially no longer working for my father—he didn’t have to adhere to his role as a hired hand.

I’ll be there as your boyfriend, Bowen pointed out. Helping you pack and move out. It’s perfectly normal.

I took a breath to steady myself, then pushed the door open.

“Avery?” Birdie called from somewhere in the house. “Is that you?”

The echo of footsteps approached. A moment later, she came into view in a swirl of color—a breezy sunflower-yellow blouse, and a cornflower-blue skirt with little white daisies embroidered along the hem. It struck me how different she was to Dad’s grumpy demeanor, posturing and blustering like a thundercloud.

Birdie screeched to a halt at the sight of Bowen standing beside me.

“We came to get my things,” I said.

She hesitated with a pained look.

“Why don’t you stay for dinner? It will be ready in an hour. We can eat, talk…”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Birdie,” I said softly. “I should just grab what I need and go.”

She rushed forward and swept me up in a hug, punctuated by her honeysuckle perfume I had come to love ever since she stole my father’s heart. She released me and moved to Bowen, kissing his cheek when she embraced him.

“I hate to think of you two leaving,” she said. “You belong here.”

“Dad doesn’t feel the same way.”

Birdie set her mouth in a firm line of determination.

“We’ll see about that.”

In a flash of color, she was gone. There was no doubt in my mind that Birdie was on her way to talk to my father. I didn’t need a third argument with him today. Bowen tugged on my hand, nodding at the hall.