Catching the Cowboy (Circle B Ranch #2) - Kennedy Fox Page 0,97
all over the house, put him on the potty ten billion times, and then he screamed for food but won’t eat.”
“Is that why he’s not wearing any pants?” Rowan chuckles, and the sound causes me to smile. I lower my gaze down her body and appreciate her curves.
“Yep,” I say. “He’s wearing his big boy underwear because it’s faster to get him on the toilet without removing the extra layers.”
“Did you try the cereal trick?”
“Also, yep. He grabbed the Cheerio out of the water and then popped it into his mouth before I could stop him.”
Rowan covers her mouth to hold back her laughter, but I see the corner of her lips tilts up.
“Oh my God…” She pats my arm. “He’s as much work as you were, I’m sure.”
“My mother’s already confirmed that as true when I called and asked for advice.” I grunt.
It’s been a few weeks since Chelsea and Dawson moved to Texas for good. It’s the first night he’s sleeping over, and while I’m happy to have him here and give his mother a break, I’m nervous as hell. I’ve been getting the spare room ready for him, but I have a feeling he’s not going to stay in his toddler bed without a fight. Chelsea’s already warned me he likes to get out.
“Well, maybe once he’s asleep, I can help ease some of your tension,” Rowan says seductively.
I pop a brow. “I might be down for that…” Grinning, I take the bowl of sliced fruit and set it down in front of Dawson. I don’t even bother with the fork this time. He’s flung it four times already.
After dinner, we give Dawson a bath, get him into his pajamas, and then read him two bedtime stories. Just as Chelsea warned, he snuck out of his bed, and I repeatedly tucked him back in. After the seventh time, he wore himself out and finally fell asleep.
“I am so tired…” I groan as I collapse on the bed next to Rowan. She’s been watching TV while she waits for me. “Any chance I can just lie here while you pleasure me? I don’t think I can move.”
Rowan grabs the remote and turns it off. Then she straddles my lap and wraps her arms around my neck. “You did good,” she praises. “And I gotta admit, watching you be a dad is sexy as hell.”
I arch a brow. “Oh, really? How sexy are we talkin’?”
“Mmm…like blow job sexy. Slide your cock between my breasts and let you come all over my chest sexy.”
“Don’t fuck with me, woman,” I warn. “My dick is already hard.”
She rocks her hips and grins when she feels me between her legs. “Or you can just lie there while I ride you. Your pick.”
“Pick?” I huff. “I choose all three. Blow job. Ride me. Fuck your tits. In that order.”
Her head falls back as she releases a deep laugh, and I lean forward, kissing her neck and sucking hard. She rocks her hips against me, and I groan at the friction.
“Christ…” I hiss. “Take off your clothes right now.”
Within seconds, we’re undressed, tripping over ourselves before falling back on the bed. Rowan pushes me down and eagerly slides over my length, and I grip her thighs, moving her against me faster.
I fucking love the way she looks on top of me. It’s not just sex, it never has been, but making love to my dream girl and knowing someday I’m going to marry her have me craving more of her every day.
“Should we make him a little sister?” she taunts as she leans closer.
“Don’t even joke,” I say seriously. “I’ll knock you up right now.”
She grins wide. “Not yet, Cowboy. Dawson gets you to himself for a while.”
“Okay, that’s fair.” I smirk.
Rowan brings her mouth to mine, and I cup the back of her head, deepening our kiss. “I love you,” I whisper against her lips.
“I love you, too,” she whispers back as I slide my other hand down her body, then smack her ass.
She squeals, and we pull apart. Quickly, I flip us over and lift her leg until her calf rests on my shoulder. Rocking harder, she arches her back, then covers both of her hands over her mouth as she screams out her orgasm. I follow behind her moments later, burying my face in her neck as we fall over the edge.
We lie in bed with my arms wrapped around her. My body feels like jelly, but I want to absorb every