Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
I roll my eyes. This again? “Dixon, that’s ridiculous. You weren’t too rough with me. We had sex three times in one night.”
He looks over at me. “It was your first time.”
I nod. “Yeah, but I wanted it. All three times, I was practically begging you for it. It’s as much my fault as it was yours, but what’s this got to do with what happened with Carl?”
“I punched him… and then told him he better never look at you or talk about you like that again.”
I shrug. “Well, that’s not so bad. I mean, you shouldn’t have hit him, but—”
“And then I told him that you were mine and I’d kill him if he disrespected you like that again.”
I shake my head. I couldn’t have heard him right. “I’m sorry. Did you just say you told him I was yours?”
He reaches across the console and grabs my hand. “I did.”
I have so many questions. I want to ask him what that means. I want to ask him for how long and are we going to hide this from my dad, but I don’t say anything.
He squeezes my hand. “Say something.”
I thread our fingers together. “I think right now, you need to concentrate on your ride today. We can talk about—that—later.”
He doesn’t like it, that much is obvious, but I’m not going to get into emotions and feelings right now. There’s no way I’m going to tell him how I feel and then have him tell me he doesn’t feel the same. Him saying I’m his can mean anything. Like he doesn’t want to share me while we’re doing whatever we’re doing.
So instead of getting into all that, I change the subject. “Do you want to talk about your ride today? Who are you hoping to draw?”
He looks over at me, and for a second I wonder if he’s going to let me change the subject, but he shakes his head. “It doesn’t matter. I’ll take down whichever one I draw.”
I laugh because the man sure is confident, and I know he has reason to be. He’s one of the best bulldoggers in the South. I lean back and put my feet on the dash.
He groans and lets go of my hand and then slides his fingers up my thigh. “How are you feeling today?”
Like a lush, I open my legs wider. Geez, I might as well pull my shorts off and give him the access he needs. “Thank you for last night. Whatever that is you put on me really helped.”
He squeezes my thigh. “You should probably wait a few days before…”
I laugh again. “We’ll see. I dunno. The other night was so good, I might be addicted.”
He groans again. “Fuck, we need to change the subject again. You’re killing me here. I’m not going to be able to wrestle a steer with a hard dick.”
I sit up in my seat and lean over the console. “I can probably help you with that later.”
He groans and leans his head back on the seat. When he lifts his head, he adjusts himself. “This is going to be a long ride.”
I bite my lip. “It’s only an hour.”
He opens his mouth and then slams it shut. I haven’t been paying attention, but my dad is passing us, beeping the horn and waving.
I sit back in my seat, and I don’t even have to ask Dixon because his face is filled with guilt. He brings his hand back to the steering wheel, and the warmth of his touch now feels cold and bare. “I shouldn’t be doing this, Faith. It’s going to kill him when he finds out about us.”
I can hear the pain in his voice, and I hate it, so I say the first thing that comes to mind. “It’s okay. He’ll never know.”
He turns his head to look at me. I’m wishing that he’d say to hell with that or that’s not going to work for him, but all he does is nod his head and then turn to watch the road in front of us. The rest of the trip is filled with silence, and even though I want to figure this out now, I know he needs to focus. Bulldogging is dangerous, and he doesn’t need to be thinking about anything but his job today. The rest can wait.
CHAPTER 11
DIXON
I won. It’s the first round, but I did it.
And as they call my name, the first person I look for is Faith Allen.
She’s waving her hands over her head, cheering and going wild. I want to run to her, pick her up, swing her around, and make sure every cowboy here knows she’s mine.
But I can’t do that.
Hell, I’ll never be able to do that.
As people gather around me, I lose sight of Faith. Kids are shoving posters into my hand for me to sign, women are shoving their breasts in my face, and some of them are even stuffing their phone numbers in my pocket.