The Virgin Cowboy Read Online Alexa Riley (Cowboys & Virgins #4)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, New Adult Tags Authors: Series: Cowboys & Virgins Series by Alexa Riley
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Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
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If she keeps throwing that shit at me, she might not like what she gets. She thinks it’s cute and funny, but a man can only take so much. And with the hell I’ve been putting up with lately, I’d love to get lost in Dolly and forget about everything else.

Dolly picks up a glass and starts drinking. I should stop her, but nothing really stops Dolly. She does exactly what she wants. I’ve always liked that about her. Not only does she do what she wants, but she doesn’t wait for it to be handed to her. She works for it. Goes in like a wild bull, never real sure of what she might do. I’d give up everything for just one small ride. I know I could get with her if I let it happen, but I know she’d ruin me. Hell, there’s a part of me she's already has ruined. I’ll never want anyone else but her.

I watch her drink and laugh with her friend. Slowly closing in on her. I’m not liking that men are starting to glance their way. She looks happy, and she’s having a good time. I want to watch her and get lost in this. I could get drunk off her. The thought of another whiskey is long gone. This is all I need.

They both stand up to go and dance, and I’m on my feet. But before I can cut them off, Blake, Dolly’s brother, is there punching a man who tried to grab the brunette. When he turns around, his eyes go to her.

“Holy shit. I’ve never seen Blake lose his temper before.” Dolly says exactly what I was thinking. Blake is always laid-back and calm. “She’s as good as roped.”

I know Dolly means the brunette she’s been laughing and drinking with all night. I think she’s right.

“Jimmy. We’re gonna talk later about you serving them,” Blake yells.

That was something I was planning on doing once the bar cleared out. I didn’t want to think about Dolly coming in here again and not having me to watch over her. I know people in small towns tend to do what they want, but I was going to make sure Jimmy wasn’t serving her.

“I’ll give Dolly a ride home, Blake. Make sure she gets there safe,” I tell him, seeing he has his hands full already. Plus, I want to make sure she gets home. She isn’t staying here.

“Thanks, Brandon. I’d appreciate it,” Blake says to me. Dolly crosses her arms, and I wonder if she’s going to fight me on this. “You sure it’s not too far out of your way?”

“No, it’s fine. Anything to get a break from the Johnson farm. You know how June is.” I roll my eyes, and Dolly purses her lips at the mention of June. I reach out, grabbing Dolly’s arm and feeling her warm, soft skin under my fingers. I can’t help but wonder how I’m going to drive her home without touching her.

2

Dolly

“Don’t do me any favors,” I say, tugging my arm free from Brandon’s touch.

God, all I want to do is climb up his big, hard body and rub against him. I’m like a bear in heat with the way I want to cuddle and have sex with him. I stomp over to my truck and grab the handle. But suddenly Brandon’s hand comes over mine and he’s dangerously close to me again.

Looking up into his big brown eyes, I can tell he wants me. I’ve known it for a long time now. I might be young, but my mama always said I had an old soul. Boys my own age never interested me, and I always hated that. I wanted to fit in and find love, but it just never happened. The day I saw Brandon on the Johnson farm baling hay with no shirt on, I knew my body had finally found its libido.

I was sixteen, and my brother Ty needed to drop off some equipment for Brandon to borrow. I remember seeing him jump down from the back of his truck, all sweaty and tan. I’d never felt so much as a pulse between my legs before that, but the sight of Brandon that day had my heartbeat drumming out a rhythm on my clit. I had to cross my legs to find some relief, pressing the seam of my jeans tight to me. When he came to my side of the truck and took off his hat, that shaggy blond hair fell around his eyes, and I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning.

Brandon has starred in every fantasy I’ve ever had. I’ve masturbated to that man so many times, I named my vibrator after him. It’s a tiny little vibe, though, and from what I’ve seen in outline of his jeans, my baby-daddy is packing some heat.


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