Drawn to a Cowboy (Brother Duet #1) (25 page)
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Authors: Fifi Flowers
“What’s wrong, cowgirl? Do you find me enticing?” His smile was from ear to ear or as I’ve heard the ranch hands say, “That boy wore a shit-eating grin.”
“Hell, yeah!” I exclaimed staring up at him.
He innocently explained himself. “I was just wiping my face with my shirt. I can put it back on if I offend you.” Then he laughed at me, admitting that he knew I was on my way to find him and was trying to let me live out a dream I had one night.
“If that’s true,” I told him, “I will be expecting the rest of the dream.”
“I aim to please, Ma’am.” That big grin of his returned and nearly killed me as he extended his hand to me.
Climbing up on to the tractor with my hotter than hell cowpoke, I let his comment slide. “Since I’m a married woman now, I’m going to let you call me ma’am, but you just remember I’m young and vivacious.”
“Hell yeah, you’re a fiery red head that is all mine. And you’ll be mine forever, Ma’am.” I kissed the smirk right off his dirty, but extremely handsome, face before he turned me so we could finish plowing the field. A romantic ride that ended with steamy sex in our faded red barn after parking the tractor inside of it.
Sighing, Sage interrupted the rest of my steamy thoughts and brought me back to the present. Maybe that was a good thing with the kids in my view.
“What are you thinking about?”
Busted! I could tell by the tone in his voice, so I didn’t deny it. “A certain tractor ride with a certain cowboy.” I shrugged, “I’m not sure if you know him.”
Right up behind me he moved, then pulled me back—from the fence I had been leaning on—enabling him to wrap his arms around me. I loved the contact and his throaty whispered words in my ear, “I know that cowboy quite well and he would be happy to take you for a ride after the little cowhands go to bed.”
Covering his arms with my hands, I smiled looking out at our little ones. “Thank you for giving me them.”
“My pleasure,” he said to me as he mentioned how good Clay was with them, like they were his own and my mind ran to Carson at the ranch… with me.
It was vivid. But I couldn’t remember that, right? I was only about four the last time Jinxie had brought me along to the ranch. Yet, it was as plain as day, we were standing down by the lake and he was skipping rocks. I was clapping and doing my famous twirl to which he laughed. To our surprise a fish jumped out of the water and then a bit later the same thing. It happened maybe five or so times. Joined by Jinxie, I told her that Carson was feeding the fish.
Did that happen?
“What are the two of you up to? Paisley is just about to drag me off. I wanted to come kiss my darlings goodbye.”
“Jinxie, did I watch Carson feed fish rocks?”
“Oh my God,” she stopped and shook her head. “I walked down to the lake and you told me that he was feeding fish. You had an amazed look on your face. I thought he was telling you about hot dogs and cheese to catch fish, but you said no they eat rocks, watch. And sure enough, in a short while after he skipped a rock across the lake surface, a fish hopped right out of the water. When we went back home you told grandma and grandpa all about fish and rocks and you mentioned Carson.
“That was my last summer at the ranch? I nearly blew your cover?”
“You were always talking about adventures, it was easy to redirect. Besides it was Saturday, I remember because you were insisting on wearing your cowgirl outfit to ride the ponies, I let you that time. I’m sorry, Jade, you should’ve been with me… us every summer.” She hugged me and just as tears were streaming down both of our faces, we were surrounded by three little cowpokes.
Sensing my sorrow, Jinxie pulled away from the kids and told them to find Paisley for cookie making. Once they ran off squealing, she took me into her arms. “Listen, why don’t you two take off, head up the mountain before they take down the tents tomorrow. We’ll stay one more night. We’ll take the troops, we can bake cookies and paint.”
I said it before and I’ll say it again, it was good to have reinforcements. Sage’s parents occasionally visited and stayed in the lodge in a few rooms that we had for family guests. They preferred to stay in one of them rather than with us, or in Spencer’s cabin, one of the newer ones that he had claimed the summer he took over the kitchen, the same summer that I came to the ranch
drawn to a cowboy
. A support system on the ranch with our kids was key. So many choices for them to have a sleepover so we could get a little quiet time, or not so quiet time. We loved a bit of thunder and lightning in our relationship. Besides, being with cowboys was anything but quiet, even out in the countryside.
Not letting anyone renege on their offer, we went to kiss and hug our little ones before we made a beeline into the kitchen for some of our favorite snacks and a bottle of Pinard wine. Stocked up, we quickly headed for the stable to saddle up Mr. Chips and Cactus Joe and then right up the hillside we went to
our Columbine tent
.
What was wrong with us, I thought as we dismounted our horses, raced to unzip the canvas and rushed inside. “Why are we in such a hurry? There’s no one outside the door asking for something. We have all night.”
“True, but we need our clothes off fast,” he said disrobing to a body that was drool worthy. One I would never tire of seeing.
Feeling playful, I had a request, “Okay, but leave that hat on, Cowboy.”
“Fine, then you keep on the boots.” He had his own fantasy.
“You want my spurs digging into your hotter than hot ass?” I could play along.
“You don’t have spurs on,” he reminded me as he pulled my naked body against his.
Damn!
The heat between us was intense.
“Ssssh, it sounds naughty in my dreams.”
“Dreams?”
“Yes, I dream of a certain cowboy fulfilling my every need and desire.” Before saying another word or before he captured my lips, I hummed my favorite song. “I wanna be a cowgirl so you can be my cowboy.”
“Still humming that song, cowgirl?”
“Forever, my cowboy… forever!”
The End
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While daydreaming of her time spent sipping café crème in the cafés of Paris, Fifi Flowers, an internationally known artist turn author from the Los Angeles area of California, writes romance novels and paints fantasies with a Parisian flair.
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