Moving back home to my parents’ cattle ranch in Texas was the last thing I thought I’d be doing.
But, here I stand … in front of my high school girlfriend. A beautiful, confident woman has replaced the young girl I once knew and loved. Hell. I’m still in love with her.
Yep. Paxton Monroe was my first love and the one girl in town who now hated my guts. So much so, Paxton swore her revenge on me if it took her until the day she died. The last words she spoke to me were a vow to cut my dick off and shove it down my throat.
The fight between my heart, my head, and last, but certainly not least, my dick starts tonight. Because all I can think about is how I want to be buried so deep inside Paxton she won’t remember how I broke her heart, or how I left her when she needed me the most.
But who will win? My heart is too broken to listen to my head. And my dick, yeah it’s not listening to anything or anyone. Not until it gets what it wants and what it wants is Paxton Monroe.
Lost Love is book one in the Cowboys and Angels Series
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Slipping into the truck, she didn’t say a word. The drive back to her house was silent. It took less than ten minutes, but it felt like a fucking eternity. My heart was pounding as I pulled up and put the truck in park. Paxton sat with her hands folded in her lap. The weight of whatever she wanted to say was heavy in the truck. The only thing I knew to do was be patient. When it was clear she wasn’t about to, I opened my mouth to speak, but she beat me to it. “Will you come in?” Okay. That wasn’t what I thought she was going to say. “Um.” She closed her eyes and shook her head. “No. What I mean is, will you let me show you something.” I wiggled my brows. Paxton let out a soft chuckle before reaching over and hitting me on the leg. “That’s not what I meant.” “Sure, I’d love to come in.” I jumped out of the truck and jogged around to the passenger side where I reached my hand out and helped Paxton down. She smiled, and I led the way to her front door. When we walked in, she tossed her keys into a small square bowl. My eyes about popped out of my head; it was the bowl I’d made her in eighth grade pottery class. I didn’t say anything as I continued to follow her. When she made her way over to the steps, I paused. Paxton glared. “I don’t want to sleep with you, Steed. I only want to show you something.” My ego took a serious hit, and I couldn’t help the look of disappointment on my face. Not because I realized I wasn’t going to have sex with Paxton, because trust me, I was fucking disappointed in that. But because she didn’t seem to want me. At all. “Is it something naughty?” I teased while following her up the stairs. “No,” she replied with a lighthearted laugh. I could tell she was a little tipsy with the way she was walking. I had to admit it was nice to have a bit of lighter banter between us. “You feel okay, pumpkin?” I asked, watching her ass as she climbed the stairs. “Yeah. I think I drank more than I thought I did. I feel a bit lightheaded.” My breathing increased with the idea of being in Paxton’s bedroom. My dick was already thinking of what it wanted to do, and I adjusted myself. But the moment we walked into her room and she turned on the lights, I knew it was going to be a battle keeping my hard on at bay. I scanned the master bedroom. It was done in different shades of gray. The touches of blue in the room made me smile. It was almost exactly how we’d talked about all those years ago. Paxton sat down on the bench at the end of her bed and pulled her boots off. I stood there with my hands in my pocket still looking around the room. “Um, Pax, is there a reason you brought me up to your bedroom or are you trying to make me fucking crazy?” Her brows lifted and a small grin tugged at the corner of her mouth. “You’re going crazy being in here? Why?” I stared at her like she was insane. “Do you want me to answer that honestly?” She slowly nodded. “Always.” My tongue ran over my lips, and I was suddenly parched. I needed water. My head was spinning. Did I tell her the truth? What I was really thinking? Hoping? Fuck it. What could it hurt? “I’m going crazy because all I want to do is bury my cock inside you and stay there all night.”
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