Most obnoxious cowboy, p.13
Most Obnoxious Cowboy, page 13
I reached over and stroked her shoulder lightly with my fingers. “Just touching you, being close to you means the world to me. I don’t even have to make love to you to feel that spark. Yes, I’m hard as hell right now. And yes, I’d love to fuck you hard and hear you scream my name, but even if that doesn’t happen, you fill my heart and my soul. I love to see you smile. I love to see you frown. I love to hear you angry and sad and mad. And I know that sounds weird because it sounds weird even to me, but I love every single part of you, Arya. I love you.”
There was a long pause. I took a deep breath. “And I notice that you haven’t said it back to me,” I added.
“Maybe because I feel like this is a dream,” she whispered. “Maybe because I feel like I’m going to wake up tomorrow and this never really happened.”
“Oh, you’re going to wake up tomorrow. And all you’re going to be thinking about is one thing,” I promised.
“Oh yeah? What’s that?”
“About how good it felt riding my lap in this car.” I winked at her.
A smile crossed her face then she burst out laughing. Without warning, she reached down between my legs and pulled the lever so my seat went back.
“Whoa, what’re you doing?” I asked in surprise.
“You said you wanted me to ride you, right?”
“Yeah. But we’re still—”
“Don’t tell me you’re not up for it right here, right now, big boy?”
I felt her hand on my crotch, squeezing, and I groaned. “I thought we’d drive up to a field or something. I didn’t think we’d…”
“You scared to do it right here?” She unzipped me and I felt her hand pulling out my hard cock. I groaned as her fingers slid up and down.
“Fuck! Arya, you are hot as hell.”
“Am I?” she smiled. She brushed her lips against mine then straightened up, unhooked her bikini top, and threw it into the back seat.
“Fuck!” My hands moved up the side of her body and found her breasts. I played with her nipples and she started moving back and forth on my lap.
It was a tight squeeze, but still it felt absolutely amazing. She positioned my cock in between her legs. I groaned at the sensation of her cotton panties against my tip.
“Fuck, Arya. I don’t know that…”
“You don’t know what?” She slipped her tongue into my mouth, and then she was sliding her panties to the side and my cock was rubbing against her wetness.
I groaned again. I yanked her panties all the way to the side and slipped my cock inside of her. She shifted her hips, easing herself onto me until she was impaled on my cock, and moaned against my lips. As she moved up and down, I grabbed her ass and moved her faster and faster against me. She moved up so that her breasts were brushing against my face. I caught her right nipple in my mouth and sucked.
She cried out as she bounced harder and harder on my lap. And I groaned as I could feel myself about to explode inside of her. She shifted back and forth a couple more times. And then I was coming hard and fast.
I didn’t stop her from bouncing up and down. Instead, I grabbed her hips so that I could increase her pace. And then she was crying out as well and exploding on top of me.
She sat back, gasping. “Oh shit! That was hot!”
“That was the hottest thing I have ever done in my life,” I panted in agreement.
“And you had sex on a tractor.” She grinned. I laughed as she moved over slightly and got back into her own seat.
“Well, that was out of this world,” I murmured, barely able to think.
“Maybe we should go home now,” she whispered.
“You’re going to sleep in my bed tonight. Right?” I asked her softly.
“Why? We’ve already fucked?”
“I don’t want you to sleep in my bed just because I want to fuck you, Arya. I want to feel your body next to mine. I want to wake up to your beautiful face in the morning…”
“Fine,” she agreed softly, “I’ll share your bed tonight.”
“I love you, Arya.” I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.
“I love you too. Chet Hamilton. I think I’ve loved you since the first moment I saw you.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chet
* * *
“Oh, boy,” I said to Arya as we pulled up to Horseshoe Ranch.
“What is it?” she asked me as she peered at me curiously.
“Wyatt just texted me to say Mom and Dad are waiting up to talk to me.”
“Oh, why?”
“I don’t know, but I’m sure it’s not good.” I let out a deep sigh. “She’s probably going to be mad that I went down to the bar to see how it was going. She’s not going to understand that I was trying to look out for you, but—”
“I’m sure she’ll understand,” Arya said, squeezing my arm. “I mean, I understand.”
“Yeah, but that’s because you’re…” I paused. My mom and dad were standing on the front porch waiting for me. They did not look pleased. “Oh, boy.” I let out a deep sigh. “You ready to face the music, Arya?”
“Why would I be ready to face the music?” She giggled. “It’s you they want to talk to you, right?”
“I mean, possibly. Maybe they want to talk to you. Maybe they want to offer you a job—”
“Chet,” she cut me off. “If they wanted to offer me a job, I’m sure they wouldn’t do it in the middle of the night.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” I parked the car and turned off the ignition. “Okay. Let’s go inside.”
I hurried over to her side, but she had already opened the door. “I was going to open that for you.” I frowned at her.
“It’s okay. I can open my own door.”
“Yeah, but—”
“It’s okay, Chet. You’re just trying to delay talking to your parents.”
“Am I that obvious?”
She nodded. “Yes, you are. Come on, let’s go up.”
“Hey, Mom. Hey, Dad. You’re up late,” I said cheerfully as Arya trailed behind me.
“We wanted to speak to you, Chet.” My dad’s voice sounded gruff, and I could feel my stomach turning. This wasn’t good. “Where have you been?”
“Um, out?”
“Out where?” Mom asked.
“Just driving around. Why?”
“Because didn’t we both speak to you about butting into Arya’s business?”
Arya cut in. “It’s okay, Mrs. Hamilton. I—”
My mom turned to Arya. “Arya, you are a dear woman and Eloise is amazing, but my son is being very inappropriate.”
“I know he’s been inappropriate, but I was very grateful to him for coming tonight. He kind of saved me,” Arya said.
“He did?” My mother sounded surprised.
“Yeah, my bartending job actually turned out to be a stripping gig.” Arya grimaced, and my dad’s eyes widened in shock.
“Stripper?” Mom said. “Oh, my.”
“I told you, Mom. I had a bad feeling and that’s why I went because I—”
“We both know why you went, Chet.” Mom pursed her lips disapprovingly. “And honestly, I think out of all my sons, you’re the most obstinate, obnoxious, and—”
“Mom, Arya and I are in a relationship now.”
“What?” A smile blossomed across her face. “Wait. When? I had no idea.”
My dad put his arm around Mom and smiled. “So what’s going on here, son?”
“It just happened tonight. I realized that I was doing all of these things because I had feelings for Arya and I didn’t want any harm to come to her. I didn’t want her to meet any other men. I guess I just realized that I’ve been falling in love with her the last couple of months and she has been falling in love with me, and so we’re going to try and make it work.”
“What does that mean exactly?” Mom asked.
“Mom, is that really any of your business?”
“Well, someone needs to make sure that you have good intentions.”
“Mom, I’m your son.”
“Yes, and Arya’s like a daughter to me, and Eloise is like a granddaughter. I need to make sure that—”
“Mom, I want to marry Arya. I want to have lots of babies.”
“You do?” Arya looked over at me in surprise. “You never said that.”
“I mean, I thought that was obvious,” I replied.
“How was that obvious?”
“Because I told you I love you and I want to be with you.”
“Yeah, but that—”
“Oh, Arya.” My mom started laughing. “You will soon realize that my sons are men of few words, just like their father. They always assume you know exactly what they’re thinking. But as I say to Ranger all the time, and as I’ll say to you now, Chet, we can’t read your mind, no matter how much you think we can.”
“Okay.” I looked at Arya and ran my hands through my hair. “I hope I haven’t been too forward. I thought we were sort of on the same page there.”
“You told me that you loved me and that you wanted to date me. You didn’t tell me that you wanted to marry me and have kids with me.”
“Is that going to be a problem?” I raise an eyebrow. “Is that not something you want as well?”
“Well, I’d love to get married and have kids,” she said, “but I kind of thought I would be dating the person I was going to marry for a while.”
“Yeah. Well, it’s not like we’re going to get married right away.”
Arya’s expression was doubtful. “I mean, is this real?”
“What are you talking about? What do you mean is this real?”
She looked over at my mother guiltily and sighed.
“What is it?” Amelia said. “What’s wrong, Arya?”
“Well, I know you put that ad in a newspaper looking for a husband for Chet, and ever since that, Chet’s been upset. Chet, you have to admit you’re the one that said that you wanted me to be your fake fiancée just last night. Now you’re telling me you want me to be your real fiancée. I can’t keep up. Are you saying this because you really do have feelings for me and you really do want this, or are you saying this because you want your mom to get off your back?”
“Oh, shit,” I groaned. “I guess I asked for this one.”
“What are you talking about?” Mom’s eyebrows drew together. “Fake fiancée, really, Chet? You were going to pretend to be engaged just so—”
“Mom, you put an ad in the newspaper advertising for a wife for me.”
Mom smiled and looked at my dad. “Well, I wasn’t really advertising for a wife for you.”
“What do you think an ad in the paper with my face and a caption that says, ‘Want to marry a cowboy?’ is going to suggest to pretty much everyone in Montana and Wyoming and Idaho and—”
“I know, son, but you know that I always do things for a reason.”
“You should know that by now,” my dad chimed in.
“So then what was your reason?”
My mom looked at me and then looked at Arya. “What do you think, son? Look who’s been here under your nose for the longest time.”
“I wouldn’t say the longest time, Mom.”
“Long enough. You’ve known from the first moment you laid eyes on her that Arya was something special. I’ve seen the bond that you have with her and the bond you have with Eloise. And Arya, let me tell you now, Chet has never been interested in kids. So when I saw that he was spending time with Eloise going out of his way to make you guys happy and to feel safe, I knew he was in love with you. I just needed him to figure this out by himself.”
“Mom, seriously?” I huffed. “You put an ad in the newspaper just so I could figure out that I was in love with Arya?”
“Well, it helped, didn’t it?”
“No, it didn’t help. What helped was Arya being a dumbass and taking those stupid jobs.”
“Excuse me?” she snapped. “I’m not a dumbass!”
“Honey, you are a bit of a dumbass. You taking a job at St. Rose’s Exclusive Club and not even knowing what you were hired for? Bells weren’t ringing in your head?”
“Well, not really,” she said. “…Okay, they were kind of ringing, but I wasn’t thinking properly.”
“So did you actually have to strip?” Mom looked worried.
“No.” Arya shook her head quickly. “Chet saved me just in time.
“Were you going to strip?” I asked her, eyes narrowed. “From what you said, you weren’t but—”
“I don’t know what I was going to do. I was nervous and I was scared, so I’m very grateful that you came to save me. You’re my Prince Charming.”
“Well, that’s more like it.” I grinned. “I’m your knight in shining armor.”
“So does this mean I’m planning a fourth wedding?” My mom beamed.
“Whoa, hold up.” I held my hand up. “We’ve just started dating. I don’t know about planning a wedding yet.”
“Yeah,” Arya said with a small smile. “We don’t even know if we’ll be able stand each other for a couple of weeks of dating, let alone a lifetime of being married.”
“Oh, you are very funny, Arya,” I grumbled. “You won’t be able to keep your hands off of me after a couple of weeks of dating. You won’t be able to go anywhere without me. You will just…” I pause as I looked up at my parents’ interested face bases. I realized that I could not continue my line of thought. “Well, anyway,” I said with a quick smile, “we should get to bed.”
“And exactly which bedroom will you be sleeping in?” My mom raised an eyebrow.
“My bedroom, of course.”
“And will you be having any guests?” She asked pointedly. Arya’s face turned bright red.
“Mom, really? Do you have to put her on the spot?”
“I’m just asking if I should be prepared to wake up Eloise in the morning.”
“Oh no, no, no. That’s fine. Thank you, Mrs. Hamilton,” Arya said, and shook her head. “See, Chet. I can’t sleep in your room tonight. Sorry.”
“Um, you can and you will.”
My dad raised an eyebrow at me. “Really, son? Do you need to learn the hard way who the boss is?”
“I’m the boss, always.”
“I don’t think so, dear.” My mom shook her head. “But, Arya, if you’d like to sleep in Chet’s room tonight, that’s fine. I’ll wake up Eloise and make her breakfast. Then maybe we can get Eloise her own room.”
“Oh no, you don’t have to do that.” Arya shook her head. “I mean, that’s too much.”
“I’m sure she’d love to have her own bedroom though,” my mom said.
“Well, when I get my apartment—”
“Are you kidding me?” I stared at Arya. “You’re not getting an apartment by yourself. The next time you move, it will be somewhere that we move together.”
“Really?” She looked at me with a small smile.
“Yes,” I said. “I love you, Arya. And from here on out, we’re planning our future together. Whatever one of us does, the other one needs to be on board with. Okay?”
“So, you’re telling me you’re not going to do anything unless I’m on board with it?”
“I guess that’s what I’m saying,” I said with a laugh.
“And you are ready to look after a kid and to get married and—”
“I don’t know if I’m ready,” I said. “But sometimes in life, you don’t wait for when you’re ready. You just wait for the right time and the right person. And you’re the right person, Arya. You’re my person, and I’m not going to let you go. I’m not going to let my hard head get in the way of true love.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Arya
* * *
“So, shall we tell Eloise in the morning?” Chet whispered into my ear as we lay back in his bed.
I turned to look at him. “Tell her what?”
“About us,” he said quietly, his hand moving over to my breast and squeezing gently.
“I don’t know.” I shook my head. “I don’t want…” I paused, wondering how to word my sentence delicately.
“You don’t want what?” He frowned as he turned onto his side and gave me all of his attention.
“I just don’t want her to get her hopes up about something and then…”
“And then what?” He was starting to sound annoyed.
“And then it doesn’t work out between us.”
“What?” He rolled over on top of me, and I blinked up at him.
“Hey, you’re heavy, you know!”
“Really?” He rested his arms on the bed and shifted his weight so that he was leaning on his elbows. I could feel him on top of me still, but he wasn’t as heavy. His eyes looked down into mine sternly. “Are you seriously worried that we’re not going to make it, Arya?”
“Chet, we haven’t even been on a date. I don’t know what’s going to happen. Life is—” He kissed me then pulled away. “I didn’t finish my sentence.”
“Yeah, because I didn’t need you to finish your sentence. I need some positivity from you.”
“I am being positive, but I also have to be realistic. That’s what happens when you have kids. I don’t want to get her hopes up that she’s going to have this daddy and uncles and aunties and grandma, and then it doesn’t work out between us and it’s just me and her again.”
“It’s never going to be just you and her. I’m in her life forever. I mean,” he touched the side of my face, “as long as you’ll have me, of course.”
“You know I care about you a lot, Chet.”
“You just care about me? I thought you loved me?” He grinned as he positioned himself over me and then leaned down and took my breasts in his mouth.
“You know I—” I cried out as his teeth sunk into my nipple. “Ow, what’d you do that for?”
“I wanted to tease you, my dear.”
“Well, that hurt!”
“I’m sorry,” he said. “Let me kiss it better.” He sucked on it gently, and I licked my lips.
