The Wanted Virgin (Cowboys & Virgins Book 3)(2)

By: Alexa Riley

I’m not like the rest of my brothers, who let Dolly in and allow her to wreak havoc on their homes. Okay, maybe allow is a little strong, but Dolly has taken on the role of our mother with full force since we lost ours years back. If I allowed Dolly, she’d be here most nights dropping off dinner and asking me a million questions about a million different things.

Lucky for me, the storm won’t be letting anyone get close. Everyone thought I kept putting off laying new gravel on the road that leads to my house because I didn’t have time. Truth be told, I like it to be a pain in the ass to get to my house. Maybe then people won’t come around so much.

It isn’t that I don’t love my two brothers, Ty and Blake, and even my nosy little sister, Dolly. But I like to be alone, or out on the land. It works for me. I’m not a man of many words. I say what needs to be said and that’s it. If I want to visit, I go visit.

But ever since Ty went and got married and started down this marriage road, it’s like everyone is pushing in for the rest of us to do it, too. Marriage isn’t something I’ve ever given much thought to. I have enough to worry about most of the time. I’m not sure I’m fit to be a husband, so I’ve never tried. Never had a desire to.

But now the sound of an empty house doesn’t hold any appeal. In fact, I’m trying to come up with ways to make sure my little baby doll doesn’t try to slip out on me. I have no idea what she’s going to say when she wakes up, or how fast she’ll try to be out of here.

Finally finding the pants, I go to the bathroom. I peel off my wet jeans and T-shirt before tossing them into the hamper and pulling on the dry sleep bottoms. I hear a moan from the other room and I bolt from the bathroom to find my little doll thrashing on the bed.

I rush over to her and try to wake her up. When I bring my hand to her face to calm her, she stops thrashing, and she tilts her cheek into my hand as if seeking my comfort. Her body relaxes into the bed, but when I pull my hand away from her, she starts to stir again until I return it.

“Shit,” I mutter, knowing what I’m going to have to do. This is going to be the sweetest torture I’ve ever felt. Pulling the blankets back, I slide into the bed next to her, pulling her to me. She rolls over, burying her face in my neck, and throws one of her legs over my hip, as if trying to get as close to me as possible. I lie there, willing my erection to go down as the scent of rose petals fills my lungs. I wonder if the fragrance is from her time in the field, or if she naturally smells this sweet.

When her lips touch my neck, I reach down and grab my cock, pinching it at the base as painfully as I can stand it. I’m fighting against my balls as they draw up. Holy shit, I’m going to cum.

“Don’t leave me,” she whispers against my neck.

“Never,” I tell her, knowing those words will always be true.

But what she doesn’t know is, she’s never leaving me either.



I wake to a warm body under mine, panic and fear coursing through me. I thought I got away. Slowly, I open my eyes to find my face nuzzled into the crook of a man’s neck. His skin is too tanned and stubbled to be who I thought it was. As I pull back a little, my breath catches at the sight of the man I’m plastered against.

His brown hair is cut short, almost buzzed, matching the beard that runs along his hard jaw. Dark, long lashes rest against his cheeks as he sleeps peacefully. Even in sleep he looks fierce and strong. A small scar, about two inches long, runs along his chin, and his nose has a small bump in it, like it’s been broken. He looks like a warrior.

I reach up, touching the spot where I’d hit my head, wondering if I will have a scar, too. I wasn't thinking when I ran. Maybe my father didn’t think I would run after he’d slammed my head against the refrigerator. It probably wasn’t smart that I did, because I was still dizzy when I grabbed his keys from the kitchen counter and took off. Likely how I’d gotten myself stuck in the mud, I shouldn’t have been driving. Heck, I’d never driven a day in my life. Only been in a car a handful of times. I didn’t know where I was going. I just drove. I’m not even sure how long I was behind the wheel.

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