The Wanted Virgin (Cowboys & Virgins Book 3) (3 page)

H
e drops
the hat down on me and the world goes black, and I can’t help but giggle as I stand on his back porch.

“I don’t think this fits either,” I tell him through my laughter. He tips the front of the cowboy hat back until he comes back into view. His face is drawn in concern.

“Maybe I should check the fences alone, or wait for another day.” I can see the unease all over him. It’s been there since we stepped out of the house. I can tell he’s not comfortable being outside with me. I can’t say that I am much either, but the excitement of going out on a horse with him overrides my fear. And I’ll be with him.

I don’t care how crazy it sounds, but I feel safe with him, a safety I’ve never felt in my life before. Maybe it’s because I haven’t been around a lot of people, but he treats me differently. Not like my father’s men, who would never look at me. And the ones who would look made my skin crawl. Trace’s stares are different.

“I don’t need a hat.” I go to take the cowboy hat off and he stops me.

“Your skin will burn.” He rubs a thumb along my cheek, and I lean into his touch. I didn’t know someone as big as he is could touch with such softness.

He’s probably right. My skin is pale from the lack of exposure. My father barely let me out of the house. He didn’t like me roaming around where he couldn’t keep a close eye on me.

“Okay.” I tilt the hat back a little more. “This will work.” I smile up at him knowing I look ridiculous. I’m wearing a pair of old jeans that are too long in the legs, and a flannel shirt with sleeves that hang over my hands. They’re his sister’s, but I’ll manage, and it’s better than nothing. At least the cowboy boots fit, so that was an added bonus. I don’t have on any underwear or a bra, but I really don’t care. I’m excited just being here with Trace.

He lets out a deep breath, and I can tell he’s about to change his mind. He’d done it twice inside the house while we were getting dressed.

“I’ve never ridden a horse before.” I reach out and grab his arm. “I’ve always been a little scared to do it, but I know I’ll be safe with you.”

“Damn straight you will be.” His tone is firm, like it shouldn’t be a question that I’m safe with him. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.” He leans down, placing a soft kiss to my lips, but I grab a hold of him by his black shirt, pulling him closer. I can’t stop myself from doing that. I always feel like I need to have one hand on him, like he might disappear at any moment. That if I don’t keep him close enough, I’ll wake up from this dream and find myself back in my father’s house.

My mouth opens for him as his tongue slides into my mouth, finding mine and making me moan. I love how close to him I feel. I don’t know how long we stand there kissing like that, but when he finally pulls back, I’m out of breath and my lips feel well used. We kiss as if we’re saying goodbye. Maybe I was, because I knew he was about to step away from me.

“I’ll be right back, baby doll. Two minutes, I promise.” He bends down, picking up the cowboy hat that got knocked off during our kiss and placing it back on my head. I clutch at him, not wanting him to go.

“The barn is right there, and I promise, if you yell my name I’ll hear you,” he tries to reassure me.

“I’d take you with me, but if someone pulls up the driveway, they’ll see you. This way I’ll get the horse and bring him back behind the house and there’s no chance you’ll be seen.”

“People come here a lot?” I ask, feeling a rising panic.

“I have two brothers and one sister, and they’re known to pop in from time to time.”

“Okay,” I finally say, letting him go. He gently grasps my chin, making me look up at him.

“I don’t know who you’re so scared of, but whoever it is will have to go through me to get to you.”

“I don’t think anything can get through you,” I admit. Trace is big everywhere, and while I always thought my father was big, I realize now that was something I’d built up in my head. My father is nothing compared to Trace.

“You sure are good for my ego,” he teases, making me laugh again.

I’ve noticed I’ve been doing that all day. I never laugh. Normally I try not to make a sound in hopes I’ll be forgotten. But now I seem to be trying to soak up all the attention I can get from Trace.

I watch as he takes off jogging towards the barn, leaving me standing here. I look around at the side of the house and the big porch that wraps around the building. His place is so nice, like something out of a magazine. It’s simple on the inside with a few bedrooms and bathrooms. There’s a large family room off the kitchen, and a big porch at the back that overlooks the rolling hills. It’s as if I imagined the most beautiful place on earth and I was handed it. I’ve never really thought of a future and having a home of my own, but this seems like the kind of place where I could finally find peace.

Faster than I thought possible, I see Trace coming out from the barn, a horse following him. He’s got the horse by what looks like a leash as they make their way over to me.

She’s completely white and looks like something from a fairytale.

“She’s beautiful,” I tell him when they get closer.

“Her name’s Snow. She’s real sweet and won’t give us any problems.” I go to step off the porch, wanting to pet her, when I trip over the boots I’m wearing and get tangled in my own feet. Trace catches me before I can hit the ground and pulls me up into his body.

“Oops,” I say, loving being in his arms.

“You don’t need them, baby doll,” he says, swinging me up and placing me on the horse. He takes them off me and sets them on the porch. “I’ll carry you when we aren't riding.”

“You calling me a baby doll is starting to feel more real by the second with how you carry me around like that so easily.”

“Get used to it,” he says as he swings up on the horse behind me, pulling me to snuggle against his chest as he takes the reins.

The horse takes off, and I gasp. Trace holds my hip, letting me know I’m not going anywhere.

“So, what are we doing?” I ask as the cowboy hat once again slips off my head. He catches it, and I smile. “You wear it. I’ll lie back on you and you’ll block me from the sun.”

He grunts, but I look over my shoulder as he slides the hat onto his head. His hand returns to its resting place around my waist. I lean into him.

“I always ride Dolly’s north fence line for her after a storm. She’ll be expecting me to do it without asking. Her land runs against mine on the north side.”

I stiffen at his words.

“Relax, baby doll, I won’t let you fall,” he says, misreading my reaction.

“Who’s Dolly?” I push out. I both hate and like this. I like that he’s so willing to help someone, but I don’t like that it’s another woman. “You said you didn’t have anyone.” I repeat his words from earlier, that he didn’t have a girl that belonged to him.

The hand around my waist tightens. “Dolly’s my sister,” he says, and relief washes through me. “But I have someone now, don’t I?”

His thumb brushes back and forth across my stomach.

“Yes.” I nod as his lips touch my neck, sending shivers racing across my skin, even in the Texas heat. “So, Dolly’s your sister, and you said earlier you have two brothers?” I ask, wanting to know more about him.

“Yeah. Ty is the eldest and he’s married to his wife, Mary-Jane. Then there’s Blake, me, and then Dolly. We all have land that our parents left us.”

“They’re gone?”

“Yeah, a while back. We’re all pretty close. I’m probably the most distant out of all of us, though. I tend to keep to myself. I like the quiet. Well, at least I thought I did,” he corrects himself as we ride along the fence lines. “I’m sure it won’t be long until they’re showing up and asking what I’m up to.”

“You going to tell them about me?”

“Nope.” The word flips out fast. “I like having you all to myself.”

“I like it, too,” I admit. It’s nice. I feel like we’re lost in our own little world, and I want to stay here, not thinking about anything else.

“What do you do with your land? My father mainly grows corn for feed and raises some hogs.” I stiffen, realizing what I just revealed. I don’t know if it’s anything I should or shouldn’t say. I’m still not sure how far I’d gotten from my father’s farm, but I have a feeling it wasn’t far enough. Or maybe it was. Most of yesterday is still foggy.

“I won’t dig. You give me things when you want to.” He places another kiss on my neck. “I have a few animals here, but they aren’t for any real use. We have oil. I watch over the rigs, but they don’t really need much tending to. We have a company that works them, so I more or less watch over them. Make sure nothing big happens.”

“Sounds boring,” I admit, and I feel his body shake, giving off a soft laugh.

“And what would you do if you had a farm?” he asks.

“Probably not a lot. I’ve always wanted to have my own little garden, maybe a few chickens and even a cow. I like the idea of cooking using stuff I grow myself, or with what my animals give me. I guess I’m not any more exciting than you,” I admit.

“I think it sounds nice. Simple and nice. We’d really never have to leave then, would we?”

I turn to look at him, and he’s got one of those dimples showing that I keep noticing. Without having to ask, he leans down, taking my mouth in a kiss. It’s soft and slow, like we have no place in the world to be. Nothing but us matters in this little world we’re in.

“I think I can live off this,” he says against my mouth before placing another kiss on my lips.

“I didn’t know kisses could be so good,” I say, licking my lips.

“I didn’t know anything could be so good.”

I stare into his eyes, wondering how my life has changed so much in such a short time. “Don’t say a word, baby doll.” Trace places his fingers on my lips in a
hush
gesture as his head pulls up from mine. I turn to see where he’s looking but don’t see anything.

He slides from the horse, putting the finger to his own mouth now and letting me know to remain silent. He looks me dead in the eyes and whispers, “Don’t move. I’ll be right back. Promise me.”

I mouth the words, still not wanting to talk, worried about what’s going on, but I can tell by his face now is not the time to make a scene and grab on to him like I want to. I watch him jump over a fence and walk through some high bushes.

I wait for what feels like an eternity. When I finally see him again, I feel like I can breathe. He slides on the horse, and neither of us says anything as we take off. This time when the horse sets off, she moves faster than before. She keeps a steady pace until we reach the back porch of the house.

Trace jumps off and helps me down, placing my bare feet on the porch.

“Go inside. I’ll be right in.” I do as he says, not uttering a word. I’m worried about what happened out there, and my mind races. Not even two seconds later, Trace is back in the house and I’m still standing right inside the doorway.

Trace picks me up and I wrap around him, really starting to freak out.

“What’s wrong? You’re scaring me,” I say into his neck as he sits down.

“I saw some lights flashing, so I went to go look. It was the sheriff.” I pull back to look at him. “There was a car stuck on the edge of my land, and they were pulling it out of the mud, talking about the missing girl named Addison, saying she’d stolen it.”

“I didn’t steal it. I just needed it for a second. I had to. I wanted to leave and he wouldn’t let me. I didn’t mean to steal it.” My eyes start to burn, and I know tears are about to come. I don’t want to cry. I haven’t even thought about crying since I got here. The feeling was nice.

“Hush, baby doll. I don’t care if you did or didn’t steal anything. I just wanted you away from there. I didn’t want any of them seeing you.”

“Am I going to get you in trouble?” I ask, knowing he probably lied for me.

“The only person who’s going to be in trouble is whoever made you run.”

I
hold
Addison in my lap for a long while, petting her hair and listening to her heartbeat. At one point I thought maybe she fell asleep, and I didn’t move because I didn’t want to wake her up.

There’s a knock on the door, and she startles in my lap, clinging to me. I can see the terror in her eyes, and I hold her face in my hands to try to calm her down.

“Go to the bedroom. I’ll get rid of whoever that is. I promise. Nothing is going to happen to you. Okay?”

She looks at the door and then looks at me, biting her lip. After a moment of hesitation, she does as I ask, and I stand in the living room, watching her until I see my bedroom door close.

I walk over to the front door and look out the small window to the side and roll my eyes. I pull the front door open and look at my brother Blake.

“What?” I say. I don’t have time for niceties.

“You missed a meeting this morning, and Dolly said you didn’t pick up your pies from MJ. You okay?”

“I’m fine, Blake. I didn’t get the messages, and I’ve been riding fences.”

He looks like he doesn’t want to be here as much as I don’t want him here. He nods, needing no other explanation, and waves goodbye. “Sounds good. I’ll get out of your hair.”

He takes off a lot quicker than I’d have thought. Normally my family wants to poke around and stay awhile. But him leaving so soon is a gift I’m not about to refuse.

Closing the door, I realize it’s gotten dark. It’s probably close to dinnertime. I walk back to the bedroom and find Addison sitting on the edge of the bed.

“It’s all good, baby doll. Just my brother Blake stopping by to check on me.” She hops off the bed and runs to me, and I scoop her up to hold her in my arms. “God, I love how you come to me.”

She giggles and places a soft kiss on my neck.

“You want something to eat?” I’m hungry for other things, but I want to make sure she’s taken care of.

“As long as I can sit with you again.” Her cheeks flush scarlet, and I hold her tighter to me, thinking about what we did this morning.

Placing my lips on hers, I kiss her slowly at first and then get deeper. I take over, sweeping my tongue into her mouth, and she moans when I do it. I grip her ass with both hands, rocking her against me. The hard ridge of my cock nestles between us as she moves up and down.

“Baby doll,” I grunt as her mouth moves to my neck. She licks me there, and then her teeth graze the sensitive spot under my ear.

It’s enough to snap my control, and I’ve got her pinned on the bed under me in half a second. She lets out a breath and a giggle as I reach between us to her jeans.

“I need another taste of you, and I don’t want it off my fingers. Let me taste that barely legal pussy with my mouth this time.”

She moans and raises her hips, helping me work the jeans off of her. I watch as her hands go to the button-up flannel, undoing it and exposing her naked breasts to me. She leaves the shirt on, just opening the front.

I start below her neck, running my palm down between her breasts, to her naked pussy. She spreads her legs, showing me her wet folds, and I lick my lips as I inhale the scent of her.

“Trace,” she moans as she reaches for me.

I entwine my fingers with hers, and we lock eyes as my mouth closes over her cunt. I have to break the contact when I close my eyes, groaning with desire at her taste. It’s even better than when I’d tasted her last time. It’s more delicious than I could have ever imagined.

I’ve never done this before, but I listen to her sounds and feel her body as I lick her clit and work my finger inside her. I’m so absorbed in her pussy that it takes me a moment to realize that the front of my jeans is wet. I must have cum when I first tasted her, but I don’t remember it happening. I was too lost in her body to care about my own needs.

Slipping a second finger inside her, I try to be gentle as I stretch her, getting her ready for my cock. She may not be getting it right this second, but she’ll be getting it soon enough. And when she does, I want to be able to fit in as much as I can.

With my free hand, I unbutton my jeans and let my cock out of its restraints. The sticky cum on me is no indication of relief because he’s still rock hard and an angry shade of red. I don’t touch him, just let him hang there fully hard and pointing at her, his desired target clear.

After that’s done, I reach up and cup her breast, then move back and forth between them, pinching each nipple. She writhes on the bed as I do everything I can to heighten her arousal and give her the best orgasm possible. This time when she cums, I want it on my mouth so I can eat her pleasure. Devour it into my body.

I suck her clit, and her legs tighten around my face as her back bows off the bed. I keep my fingers inside her cunt, strong and steady as I fuck in and out of her, my mouth covering her clit. I pinch her nipple and curl my fingers up to her sweet spot inside, and then she explodes.

She screams, not in fear but in absolute passion. She holds nothing back as her orgasm takes control of her body and she is a slave to my touch. I don’t change pressure as I work her higher and higher until she collapses onto the bed.

Slowly, I love her pussy, giving her small kisses and touches as I pull my fingers out and move my tongue to her entrance, tasting her cum and licking her clean. I moan at the sweetness of her orgasm, rubbing my nose and chin against her. Wanting to coat every part of my face in her honey.

“Trace,” she breathes and reaches for me.

Reluctantly I pull myself away from her cunt and move up her body, kissing her curves along the way so that I don’t miss an inch of her.

My cock is hard and thick between us, and I have to hold my hips back so he doesn’t find her warmth. If my cock touches her wetness, I won’t be able to stop myself from pushing inside. And I know the tip won't be enough. I’ll have to take one inch, then another, then another. He won’t be satisfied until I’m balls deep in that virgin pussy and wearing it out.

“I’m going to go to the kitchen and get you something to eat, baby doll. You fed me, now let me feed you.”

She closes her eyes and smiles, completely sated. I give her lips a small kiss before I stand from the bed and look down at her. She’s so beautiful in my bed, and my heart aches to crawl back on top of her, her small naked body with all its curves on full display for me. Her legs are still spread wide open, and I can see her wetness glistening on her thighs.

After a second of staring, I realize I can’t just walk away like this. So I reach down and stroke my cock looking at her. Her eyes are still closed, and her breathing is even. She’s fallen asleep after the orgasm I gave her, and she looks like an angel.

Cum leaks from my cock with every stroke of my fist, and after a few hard pulls, I cum. Long spurts come out and land on her soft belly. As soon as the thick stream hits her, her eyes startle open and she watches me. The sight of her bright green eyes has me cumming all over again, another wave of my cream shooting from my cock to coat her thick thighs and pussy.

I grunt out the last of it, shaking my dick and letting the last few drops fall on her. I should have made myself wait, but seeing my cum on her is enough to sate my beast, to hold me over for a little longer before I fully make her mine.