Chapter 4 - Chase Me, Cowboy

My alarm beeps behind me.

Blinking, I flip my arm and swipe it off. It’s four in the morning, and I’m in Serena Maxwell’s bed.

I take quick stock of how I feel. Deep down, I know I should be guilty about it. Coen is serious with Sabrina; they’ll probably get married at some point. Which means Serena is basically his sister-in-law. I don’t think he’d like me waltzing in here, when I was supposed to be checking on them, and fucking Serena after a brief conversation. I doubt he would care to listen to my excuse. Now it’s said and done, it sounds silly to say she’s the first person I’ve felt attracted to in a long time.

Sex, I’ve had plenty of it. Attraction kinda went out the window when I got so busy I could barely breathe.

For a long time, everything was a blur.

Then, Coen took a break because he couldn’t handle the pressures of being one of the country music industry’s biggest songwriters and producers. I was the agent who got him to superstardom. Something about seeing him fall for Sabrina and lose interest in everything he built made me take a big mental step back.

All the plane ride to Wyoming, my head churned.

Maybe I fell into bed with her because she felt like the first real thing I’ve seen in a while. Or because I finally stopped rushing, looked up, and there she was.

I roll over. She’s curled up, facing me. The sheet has slid off, revealing her naked side.

God, she is so fucking pretty.

I could be overthinking this whole damn thing. She’s stunning—of course I want to sleep with her. She’s my type. I like how touch-and-go she is, how prickly she got the second I started pushing her buttons. Like a cat arching its back. Or popping out its claws. Then, when I fucked her, how it melted away long enough to show me something else.

I bend in, kissing the side of her neck. Her lips part, eyelids fluttering.

Our eyes meet. I freeze, shocked by the sudden tingle in my veins.

“Oh no,” she mumbles.

“Oh no?” I have to keep my voice strangled so I don’t laugh out loud.

She pushes her face into the pillow. “We shouldn’t have done this. What if people find out?”

That’s a thought in my head, too. It’s getting more and more distant the longer I look at her naked side, one arm tucked over her breasts. She huffs as she rolls onto her back and drapes the same arm over her face, like she can hide from what we did. My gaze follows her breasts, entranced. God, they are perfect. And I’m not strong enough to get up and walk away.

“They won’t find out if we don’t tell them,” I say.

She doesn’t move.

“I’ll be gone before anyone is up,” I say, bending down.

She still doesn’t move, even when my breath grazes her breasts. Slowly, giving her time to push me away, I dip my head. She doesn’t move when I kiss her lightly between her breasts. Then, with a little more intensity.

“Give me one more time,” I whisper.

She moans softly. I turn my head left and curl my tongue over her hard nipple.

“Fuck,” she gasps.

I suck her nipple, ping my hand between our bodies. Soft wetness meets my touch. Her thighs spread, and I shift over to get between them.

This feels so right.

I lift my head, and our mouths meet. Hunger spikes so high, I can’t hold back anymore. Fumbling my hand to the bedside table, I locate a condom and rip it open with my teeth. Her pupils are blown, breasts heaving. I push myself up just enough to take my dick out of my pants and slip the condom down it, rolling as far as it’ll go. Her hips rise and I slide inside. We gasp in unison, and I hesitate.

“Does it hurt?” I breathe.

She shakes her head. “No, don’t stop.”

Elbows d, I pull back and stroke in. Her nails sink into my arms, and her eyes roll.

“Don’t move,” she gasps.

I freeze.

“No, don’t change your position,” she corrects. “Keep fucking me.”

Biting back a smirk, I do exactly as she asks. The bed creaks, but I don’t think it’s enough for anyone to hear us. She keeps whimpering, and I have to put my hand over her mouth after she lets out a little yelp. Her head to the side, my palm over her lips, I shift my weight to my elbow and reach between us with my free hand.

Our gazes lock.

“You gonna be a good girl and come?” I breathe.

Her eyes widen.

“Real quiet,” I say, voice hushed. My fingers move in a quick circle around her slippery clit.

She inhales, whining against my hand. Then, it hits her, and her pussy contracts around my cock. Pumping so hard it makes her hips buck against mine.

“Just like that, sweetheart,” I murmur, moving my hand up so I can my knee. Then, I start fucking hard and quiet, holding her mouth shut because she can’t do it for herself, apparently. That’s alright, I like that she’s loud in bed. I wish I could take her someplace where nobody can hear and see how loud she gets.

An image of her on her hands and knees, holding onto the headboard, while I rail her, flashes through my head.

Oh fuck.

Pleasure shoots through my body, and I sink as deep as I can get and come. Her slender calves wrap around my thighs, holding me close. Our bodies shudder, so close I don’t know whose limbs belong to who. Then, it’s all over, and I wish we could go again. Reluctantly, I hold the condom and pull out of her. The tingle in my head, in my stomach, dissipates the second we’re not connected.

She sinks into the pillows.

“Oh,” she says quietly.

I don’t answer. She’s so damn pretty, all freshly fucked. Chest flushed and nipples still hard. Wetness glittering on her inner thighs.

I swallow, turning to the ceiling. I’m supposed to be here for a few days at least. Coen and Sabrina are coming in soon. Which leaves me and her having to navigate a complex situation with the added complication of the fact we just fucked.

It’s not the first time I’ve fucked someone I needed to be professional with, but that’s rare, and it wasn’t like this time. That was with another agent, and we were all staying in the same hotel in Tokyo for a music video shoot. There were zero feelings involved. She wanted to get off, and so did I. So we went upstairs and fucked in the most corporate way possible, didn’t even take my pants and shirt off. I never had the urge to touch her again. That’s how I normally operate.

I do not fuck people who could be hurt. I get around, but I’m damn careful. These days, it’s all transactional, thoroughly discussed, and never repeated.

Last night was…not like that at all.

Neither was this morning.

I’m not used to this.

“You should go,” she says finally.

I peel the condom off, wrap it in a tissue, and drop it in the bedside trash. “It’s not even five yet, I’m fine.”

“Still, we can’t risk it.”

I get up, tucking everything in and zipping my pants. I reach for my shirt and fasten it, unable to keep my eyes off her as she stretches and snuggles into the sheets.

“Thanks,” I say finally.

Her lids crack open. “What?”

“Thanks for the sex. It was really good,” I say, trying to match my usual nonchalance.

She studies me, and I haven’t got a clue what’s going on behind those narrowed eyes. Finally, she shrugs and pulls the blankets to her chin.

“Have a nice life, I guess,” she says.

Suppressing a smile, I pull open the door and listen. Total silence. I slip into the hall and head straight for the bathroom. Everything is perfectly still as I lock the door and flip on the light and the shower. God, the reflection staring back at me is a mess. It’s good I opted for a shower because I look exactly like I just got fucked—

Knock knock.

My breath hitches. Shit. Working quickly, I smooth down my hair and run a hand over my face. Okay, that’s not too bad. I open the door, putting on my most innocent face like a mask.

It’s Serena.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

She cocks her head. “It’s still early.”

“Yeah, and you said we shouldn’t risk getting caught.”

“But if we showered together really quickly, it would take less time. And save water,” she says.

“You have a really good point,” I whisper.

“I always do.”

I pull open the door, and she slips in, pushing it shut and locking it. The room is already steamed up, but I can see the reflection of her outline faintly in the mirror, clothes falling from her body. My pants and shirt join them. Then, silently, I lift her into the shower and close the curtain. My dick is rock hard, pressing into her stomach. I could go again, right now. I don’t know if I’ve recovered that fast before.

She drops to her knees.

My stomach lurches.

Fuck, I’m not gonna last.

My ears roar as her fingers wrap around the base of my dick. Then, she bends and takes the head on her tongue. My knees almost give out. I brace my palm on the wall and gather her wet hair with the other hand, just to feel it. She’s a little clumsy, but I don’t mind. It’s the enthusiasm that counts, and she’s got plenty of that. I just wish she’d let me return the favor.

At some point, I will.

My plan of not touching her again goes out the window. Clearly, there’s something electric here. Maybe we need to fuck it out all week and then we can be done. That makes sense. Just work it all out of our systems.

Then, never speak again.