Bouquets and Buckles: An Age Gap, Snowed In, Cowboy Romance (Crimson Ridge)
Bouquets and Buckles: Chapter 22

My son is officially the biggest cock block I’ve ever met.

After spending the day yesterday helping Skylar get a new tire, and to replace her spare, and make sure she was fixed up and able to drive safely to park up here at the ranch, I suppose I should be proud of him.

When in reality, I’m insanely fucking jealous of the fact he and Flinn have been able to take care of her in all the ways I want to be able to.

It’s been two nights.

Two nights without her, when she’s been in the guest room just across the hall, I’ve laid in bed restlessly arguing with myself and my moral fiber. Weighing up the possibility of whether I can steal her away to be with me in the midnight hours when no one could possibly know, except for our guilty consciences.

Because Skylar made it clear she wouldn’t do anything to hurt Brad, and that she doesn’t want this to ruin my relationship with him.

So, who am I to go against her wishes?

The easiest solution has been to stay away. To replace a hundred and one jobs to do around the ranch and let them all hang out together, getting things ready for this New Year’s Eve party. This is how everything would usually be in the past when Skylar spent time here.

Except, in all those years, all that time she spent around the place, that wasn’t when she was on my mind twenty-four-fucking-seven. Now she is, and I can’t erase her from my thoughts.

The three of them have been hanging out here at the house since Brad and Flinn’s place is barely more than a single-room cabin. It works perfectly for just the two of them, but isn’t exactly big enough for having guests over. Right now, the guys are sprawled out side by side on the couch, with some shitty action movie pulled up on the big screen. All I can see is the backs of their heads, while Skylar is curled up in one of the large armchairs over by the window, giving me a perfect view of her side profile. Her Kindle is balanced on her lap, and I’m immediately transported back to Christmas Day, lying with her tucked against my side on the couch… and everything that came after.

Fuck.

I have to subtly readjust myself as I linger in the kitchen. Truth be told, I walked in, saw Skylar, and promptly forgot what I meant to come in here for.

She’s so much better at this than me, managing to keep a straight face and not look my way every three seconds, which is all I seem to be able to do whenever we’re in the same room.

Thank fuck, because if it were up to me, I would have given our entire secret away far too quickly.

After texting her briefly when they went to get her tire replaced and collect her car, I’ve opened and composed what feels like a hundred new messages. Only, each time I inevitably hit delete, seeing as I shouldn’t be saying any of the shit I actually want to say. There’s also always too much of a risk my son will pick up her phone, or see what’s on the screen, which has been enough to have me silently cursing and shoving my phone back in my pocket.

However, right now, I can see that the guys are occupied with whatever they’re watching. Brad might even be asleep from what I can tell.

Stop biting your lip so hard.

Crossing my ankles, I lean my ass back against the sink. Partly hidden by the large island in the middle of the kitchen, it’s easy to hang back here while still being able to see through the open-plan layout to the lounge.

I don’t hear her phone make a sound, however, as I watch on, she picks it up immediately, which leads my pulse to race a little harder.

Has she been keeping it on silent, just in case I do text her again?

Ever the tease, Skylar quickly types on the screen, without looking my way or allowing her expression to change. If anyone were to look at her, she could be texting her goddamn grandmother for all they would know.

My phone buzzes in my palm.

Sorry, but it’s not easy.

Not when you’re making it impossible for a girl to concentrate.

Do I distract you?

No.

I can see you squirming.

You don’t ‘distract’ me.

Because it’s impossible to be a distraction when I already can’t stop thinking about you.

Good.

Then I’m not the only one going insane over here.

I heard you get up during the night.

Kinda hoped it was because you were gonna sneak into my room…

Even though I know we can’t.

Sweetheart, it took everything in me not to.

I honestly don’t know if I can fight it anymore.

We said we wouldn’t.

I know.

But, I’m a terrible fucking person.

I can’t stay away from you.

I see her shift around in her seat, and if I didn’t know any better I’d say she looks incredibly turned on.

“I’m gonna go take a shower.” Skylar hops up out of her chair. The other two barely even move, just make a grunting sort of noise in acknowledgement that is more reminiscent of Brad as a teenager rather than a young man in his twenties. “You guys keep watching, and I’ll reheat some leftovers for us for dinner once I’m done, yeah?”

She scoops her phone and Kindle up, then crosses toward the stairs.

Our eyes lock.

Those baby blues are almost turned to a deep shade of sapphire, pupils blown out with lust.

My cock is already straining against the front of my jeans.

I let her carry on up to the guest room, hanging impatiently in the kitchen, listening to each footstep, trying to figure out how goddamn long I need to wait before following straight after her. Brad and Flinn seem oblivious to the fact I’m even here, engrossed in what they’re watching, or possibly both half asleep anyway.

The sound of water running drifts down from upstairs.

I’m going to hell for even contemplating this.

It takes everything in me not to mount the steps two at a time. Creeping up as quietly as possible.

Skylar has left her bedroom door open just a crack, and I slip inside, twisting and lifting the handle in exactly the way I know will allow it to shut on silent hinges.

A trail of clothes leads me straight to the bathroom, and when I step through the doorway, my girl is already naked and wet. Her spine rests against the tiled walk-in shower, with swirling steam filling the room, and a glide of soapy bubbles coats those perfect fucking tits and softness of her stomach.

She hits me with eyes I could goddamn drown in, and lifts a finger to her lips.

My eyes drop down to see where her other hand dips in between her thighs. Already working herself, rubbing in small circles over her clit.

I don’t need a second fucking invitation.

My clothes hit the floor, and I’m on her, barely stifling a groan as I hoist her legs around my waist. Holding her tight, with fingers clung around my neck, I shove inside that velvety channel I’ve been fantasizing about. Having to settle instead for fucking my fist the past couple of nights, choking on her name, desperately missing being wrapped together just like this.

“Oh god.” She lets out a soft moan as my cock shoves deep inside. I almost bite my tongue in half with how unbelievably slick she is. This girl is an absolute mess, her pussy is drenched, and it makes me goddamn feral to know this is the state she’s in while thinking about me.

Using one arm to band her soft body against mine, I cover her mouth with my free hand.

“Shh, sweetheart. You’re going to get us caught making slutty little noises like that,” I whisper. The water beats down on my back, and I’m sure no one could hear a thing even if they were standing right outside the door, but we both know it’s the middle of the afternoon, and we’ve not got much time.

Her eyes flash, and she laps her tongue against my palm. The curve of her lips forming a smile beneath my touch is everything.

I drive my hips forward.

Skylar’s nails dig into my nape, and she tightens around me like a fucking dream.

It’s fast and desperate between us; my hips pump into her, keeping her body pressed up against the wall, and I lose any sense of time.

I know it has to be quick. I know I can’t linger here. I know we’re already crossing that line we said we wouldn’t once the snow cleared.

But holy fuck, this girl is everything.

She keeps squeezing me tighter and tighter, and it’s obvious she’s as wound up in a frenzy as I am. The headiness of this moment is almost too much. My teeth are gritted against the sounds that want to burst out of me, that want to explode in a series of grunts and guttural roars of pleasure in time with my dick. Tingling builds in my balls and at the base of my spine as I feel my climax racing forward.

Skylar’s fingers pull on my hair harder and harder as I feel her body tense up. I drive in deep, thrusting, snapping my hips, chasing the sensation of release we’ve both been in agony without, because I know it’s been the same for her.

I quickly withdraw my hand and replace that point of contact with my mouth. Covering hers with my own in a harsh, desperate kiss. Seeking out her clit, everything is in a race to the finish line, when all I want to do is sink into her over and over. I wish we had hours ahead to indulge in as many orgasms as possible, but this right here, a quick fuck in her shower, is what I’ll take if that’s all I can have of her.

She gasps against my lips, trying her hardest to stay quiet, and I suck down on her tongue as I rub hard over her swollen, slippery clit.

My gorgeous girl, my ultimate temptation, absolutely shatters like a dream. She can’t help the noise she makes into my mouth, and I do my best to swallow it down. As she squeezes the life out of me, like a fist wrapped around my length, my own wave peaks and crashes. My cock throbs as I plunge forward and hold, jerking and pulsing inside her. Cum shoots deep, and it all feels so good; it’s always so good with her, feeling like it goes on and on. Like I can’t stop coming.

She’s still fluttering and rippling around my length. Our mouths are nothing but sloppy kisses as our hearts both thunder in time to the water pounding down.

I just want to keep holding her.

I want to march her to that bed and lick her cunt, to taste both of us there, to hear her moan my name over and over as her thighs clamp down around my head.

Only, we can’t fucking do any of those things.

She has to go downstairs, and I have to make myself scarce once more.