The Last American Cowboy Read Free

cold shower .
    We hadn’t walked fast enough, because the rain picked up intensity before we got back to safety. In fact, it was falling so hard and fast that it stung the skin on my arms.
    “Let’s make a run for it,” he said.
    He grabbed my hand, and we took off running toward the nearest building. We weren’t quite quick enough because, by the time Blake pulled me inside, we were both dripping wet. A stream of water ran from my hair and down my cheek, and I knew without looking in a mirror that my face was streaked with mascara.
    “Did your camera get wet?” he asked.
    “Just a little. I stuck it under my sweatshirt, so I think that helped.” I looked around the place. It looked like a part-office, part-storage area. There was a desk, chair, computer, couch, and boxes everywhere.
    “My business nook,” he said, catching me give it the once-over. I nodded, squeezing my hair to free it of the water dripping down my neck and back. “Let’s get you out of those clothes.”
    A clap of thunder sounded as he’d said that, so I was wondering if I’d heard correctly.
    “I mean, you don’t want to stand there in sopping wet clothing, right?”
    “No, no, I don’t.”
    “There’s a bathroom through there and some towels if you want to dry yourself off.”
    “That would be great.”
    A streak of lightning flashed across the room as I put the camera down on the desk and headed back to the bathroom. I switched on the light and heard a crack of thunder directly overhead. Some white towels hung on a bar over the sink. Not bath-sized, but they’d do the job.
    I took off my sweatshirt and set it over the sink. Next, I unclasped my bra, slipped it down my arms, and hung it on the bar. I unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down my legs, and they were so wet that my panties clung to them. I squeezed both pieces of clothing over the sink and hung them on the taps.
    After grabbing a towel, I rubbed it over my body. The roughness of material felt amazingly good as it glided over my breasts but, then again, my body was already in a heightened state after meeting Blake.
    I shut my eyes, just thinking about me being naked and him being only a few feet away behind the closed door of the bathroom. My pussy was still wet and not from the rain. I ran my index finger over my clit and down my folds and wiped my entrance. Yep, I was on fire. If I wanted to get that cowboy out there between my legs—and, oh yes, I did—maybe I’d have to show him I was interested. I wrapped the towel around me. It covered me but, because of its small size, it barely covered my ass. Perfect for showing him just what I had to offer.
    I walked out of the bathroom, hearing the rain beat down on the building’s metal roof. What I saw took me by surprise. Blake had also taken off his clothes, and here he sat on an office chair with just a towel secured around his waist.
    If I wasn’t convinced before that I wanted this cowboy to fuck me, once I saw his hair slicked back, the stubble on his chin, the mat of hair on his chest, and his six-pack abs, I knew I wouldn’t leave here happy until we’d done the deed.
    He lifted up a beer bottle. “Can I get you one while we wait out this storm?”
    “Sure, sounds perfect.”
    “Sorry I can’t offer you anything but beer, but that’s all I keep in here.”
    “Fine with me.”
    He reached behind him, opened a mini-bar door, and pulled out a beer bottle. I walked over to the desk and leaned against it as he twisted off the top and handed it to me.
    Blake glanced down at my bare legs as I took my first swig. I’m not usually a beer drinker but one, I was thirsty, and two, I thought if I drank enough of this stuff, it would give me the courage to seduce him.
    It was my turn to take a sly look this time. The bulge under the towel looked very promising. Either he had a good-size dick, or he was already slightly aroused. Either way, it was good news.
    “Feel better without your clothes on?” he asked.
    Did