Contents (46)
- Bought by the Cowboy
- Alexa Riley
- Contents
- Bought by the Cowboy
- by Alexa Riley
- Chapter One
- Tracy
- Chapter Two
- Bronco
- Chapter Three
- Tracy
- Chapter Four
- Bronco
- Chapter Five
- Tracy
- Chapter Six
- Bronco
- Chapter Seven
- Tracy
- Chapter Eight
- Bronco
- Chapter Nine
- Tracy
- Chapter Ten
- Bronco
- Chapter Eleven
- Tracy
- Chapter Twelve
- Bronco
- Chapter Thirteen
- Tracy
- Chapter Fourteen
- Bronco
- Chapter Fifteen
- Tracy
- Chapter Sixteen
- Bronco
- Chapter Seventeen
- Tracy
- Chapter Eighteen
- Bronco
- Epilogue
- Tracy
- Lassoing the Virgin Mail-Order Bride
- Chapter 1
- Clare
One look at that little thing and all I want to do is throw her over my shoulder and get her the hell out of here. Rodeo life isn’t for the innocent, and I have a feeling she’s already been through too much if this is how she’s living.
I go up to the trailer and knock on the door, and the whole thing shakes. I shake my head and knock again when I don’t hear movement inside.
“What the fuck?” I bang on the door, and this time I see a light come just before Tracy swings open the door. “Holy shit.”
She’s standing there in nothing but white cotton panties and a white threadbare tank top that clings to her curves. Some people might call her chubby, but I’d call every inch of her fucking perfect.
“What?” She blinks a few times like she’s not awake, and I wonder how the hell she was able to fall asleep so fast.
“Get back inside,” I bark, and she falls over backwards at my sharp tone. “Fuck.”
I have to climb inside the rickety trailer to help her off the floor. She’s sprawled out on some kind of fluffy pink rug, but I don’t have time to look around at the place.
“Goddamn it, girl, are you trying to give me a heart attack?” I pull her into my arms and sit down on the mattress behind me. There’s not much else in here to sit on, and my size is already stretching the space to capacity.
“I’m sorry?” She says it like a question as she looks up at me through her dark lashes.
“Don’t you have some clothes you can put on?” I don’t bother to hide my stare as I look down at her nearly naked body and run my hand along her hip. “Or is this part of the deal?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She makes no move to climb out of my lap, and I know my cock has to be digging into her ass. I can’t help it with her soft body pressed against mine.
“I just bought the Circle C Rodeo, and the deal was you come with it.” My hand slides up her bare thigh because I can’t help the need to feel her, to dig my fingers into her softness. “Your daddy promised me you were still sweet. Are you, Tracy?”
“I…um…” She swallows hard, and instead of answering me out loud, she nods.
Fuck, I should get out of here. All I wanted to do was come in here and tell her to grab her shit so I could put her up in a hotel. But having her on my lap and feeling her warm curves pressed against me makes me want to do bad things. She hasn’t had a man, but I bet I could teach her how to ride.
“Why don’t you show me?” I nod to her panties as I push her legs open a little. “Let me see what I paid for.”