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
What in the fuck have I done tonight?
I’ve got a place here in town that I keep for when I’m touring the circuit, but I’ve got to figure all this out quick. One look at Tracy, and my life suddenly upended, and now I’ve got someone else to think about when making my decisions.
“Sweet thing,” I say as I lean over and kiss her cheek. “Let’s get you dressed.”
She’s still half asleep as I pull a shirt over her head and help her into some sleep pants. She must be exhausted with how fast she passed out. It makes me grind my teeth when I think about how she was probably working herself to the bone while Mr. Walker fucked bunnies in his office all night. I need to have that room fumigated before I go in there.
By the time I carry her out to my truck and drive to my house on the edge of town, it’s late in the night. She mumbles something about being sleepy and working all day as I carry her inside.
“I know, sweet thing, and I promise you’re going to get your rest.”
I made a call on the way to security that the rodeo would be on lockdown until I got there tomorrow. Then I made a call to my team here in town and told them to meet me at the Circle C first thing. I also have a construction crew coming too, because the longer shit keeps falling apart, the more money it’s going to cost me later.
Glancing down at Tracy sleeping so sweetly in my arms, I can’t find an ounce of regret inside me. She stirs a little as I lay her on the cool sheets and begin to remove her pajamas.
“Bronco?” she says softly as her eyes open just a little to look at me.
The room is lit only by the moonlight, and I’ve already stripped my own clothes off. “Shh, just go back to sleep. I’m gonna get a little dessert before I turn in.”
“Wha—” She doesn’t finish the sentence before I spread her legs and bury my face against her pussy.
Fuck, she smells like heaven as I breathe her in and then run my tongue up the seam of her lips. Her clit throbs against my tongue, and I smile while her hips wiggle. She’s trying to get away from the feeling of it, but at the same time she’s bearing down on my mouth.
“It’s all right, just let me have my treat.” I grab her ass with both hands and lift her up as my mouth covers her pretty cunt. She’s like sun-ripened strawberries, and her juices run down my chin. “Fuck, I’ve never had anything so sweet.”
“Bronco,” she moans, digging her fingers into the sheets.
Deciding that I need to see just how tight she is, I slide two fingers inside her cunt. I’m not disappointed when she squeezes them, her pussy begging to be filled.