Catching the Cowboy (Circle B Ranch #2) - Kennedy Fox Page 0,95
too.”
Bursting into laughter, I wrap my palm around his cock. “I’m sure you were.”
“Mm-hmm. Then I was gonna slide into second base.”
“Right there on the dance floor, huh?”
“Yep. Make sure everyone there knew you were mine and only mine. Forever.”
“Fourteen-year-old boys must have wild imaginations,” I taunt, stroking him faster.
He releases a moan. “You have no idea, baby.”
Diesel cups my breasts and squeezes before leaning down to take a nipple into his mouth. His rough hands rub over my skin, grabbing my ass and pulling me closer to his chest. “I loved you then, and I love you now. Even if you hated me.” He winks, then brushes his lips over mine.
“It took me a while to see who was right in front of me, but I’m glad I caught you when I did.” I have no doubt Chelsea would’ve climbed in his lap had he let her and he’d been single. I’m still getting used to the idea that he has a son and will have contact with Dawson’s mom on a regular basis. I don’t want to be the jealous girlfriend, but I see what a catch Diesel is, and I’m not about to let him go.
“I see the wheels spinning in your head,” he says. “Stop overthinking.”
“I’m not,” I lie.
He chuckles, then slides his hand between my legs. “I’m about to make sure of that.”
Chapter Twenty-One
DIESEL
Rowan and I stand at the gate hand in hand as we wait for Chelsea’s and Dawson’s arrival. It’s been four long weeks since I’ve seen him, and I can’t believe how much I missed the little guy. Chelsea has sent me pictures nearly every day, and we see each other on FaceTime a few times a week.
The moment Chelsea spots me, she sets Dawson down, and he comes running toward me. Kneeling, I open my arms and wait for him. He tackles me, and we both go down laughing.
“Hey, buddy.” I hug him, then bring him back to his feet. “I missed you.”
I stand, then pick him up.
“Hey.” Rowan waves.
“Hi, guys,” Chelsea says as she catches up to him.
“How was the flight?”
“He talked everyone’s ear off.” She chuckles. “And besides trying to potty-train a toddler during a flight, it was fine.”
“Oh no,” Rowan says. “Did he have an accident?”
“No, he’s wearing a pull-up, but he likes to sit on the potty forever, and those plane bathrooms are so tiny, and some people aren’t very patient.”
“I’ll teach him how to stand and pee,” I say proudly.
Chelsea gives me a look.
“What? It’ll be my contribution. I have some makin’ up to do.”
“Throw Cheerios or Froot Loops in the toilet and tell him to aim for them,” Rowan says with a laugh. “That’s how my mom said they trained Riley.” She shrugs.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Chelsea responds, chuckling.
We all walk together to the baggage claim, and once we have their luggage, we take my truck back to the ranch. It’s an hour drive, so we use that time to catch up.
“So, there’s something I wanted to talk to you about…” Chelsea says when we get into the house.
“Spill it.”
I look over at Dawson, who’s playing with Rowan on the couch. Hearing their laughter is music to my ears.
“Well, okay, don’t freak out.” She bites her bottom lip.
“Oh hell, Chelsea. Don’t say that.” I remove my cowboy hat, brush a hand through my hair, then put it back. I’m already starting to sweat.
“Sorry, it’s not bad. I swear.”
I release a breath. “Alright, good. Then tell me.”
“I had a phone interview at a bank in San Angelo last week, and I’m going in for a second one while I’m here.”
“Wait. What?” I tilt my head, confused. “You’re movin’ here?”
“Well, we’d move to San Angelo so the commute wouldn’t be too long, but—”
“You’d be close!” I exclaim before she can finish.
She laughs, nodding. “Yes, we’d be really close.”
I lean down so I’m eye to eye with Dawson. “You hear that? We’ll get to see each other more than once a month!” I pick him up and pull him to my chest, then I turn to Chelsea and smile. “Thank you.”
“Dawson deserves to have a dad,” she simply says with a shrug. I would’ve never asked her to move here for me, but the fact that she made this decision on her own has me so damn excited.
“Can I ask you something?” I say to Chelsea, and she nods. Swallowing hard, I look at Dawson and then back at her. “I’d really like him to have my