Cowboy Daddy

by Hannah McBride

  The thing she was dreading the most was having to see Francis again, to sit in a private audition room, and sing and perform for him. She knew his creepy, lecherous eyes would be on her the whole time.

  And her thoughts kept coming back to Rico too. Had she been too harsh on him? She missed not being friendly with him, not hanging out or joking around on set. Maybe she should send him a text, or make the effort to go and stand with him in the line for coffee next time she saw him. Just something to break the ice and the barrier that seemed to have come up between them. Even if they weren’t “seeing” each other anymore, having sex, or dating or whatever it was, she’d still like it if they could be friends.

  An hour or so later, she was just getting ready for bed and changed into her pyjamas when there was an unexpected knock on her hotel room door.

  She assumed it would probably be one of the staff members coming to collect her room service tray and empty plates, so she opened it up and was taken aback to see Rico stood there with his hands sheepishly in his pockets.

  “Rico…I….” She didn’t know what to say. She definitely hadn’t been expecting this so she was thrown.

  “Sorry it’s a bit late,” he mumbled. “I didn’t wake you up, did I?”

  “No, no, I was just getting ready for bed, I hadn’t gone yet.”

  “Oh right, good. Can I come in?”

  He made a move as if he was about to put one foot in the door but Ashleigh stood firm. As much as she’d been thinking she missed him earlier, it was a bit weird of him to just show up at her room like this late at night. She hoped he wasn’t expecting to stay over or have sex or something. She wasn’t about that.

  “Well, like I said, I was just literally about to go to bed. It’s not a good time.”

  “Oh.” He seemed disappointed, but still didn’t leave, just remained standing there with his hands in his pockets.

  “Look,” she continued, softening her tone a bit, but still firm with him. “I’m not just gonna be some booty call for you, Rico, if that’s what you think this–”

  “Just let me speak.” He held up one hand and interrupted her.

  She stopped talking, closing her mouth.

  “That’s…that’s not why I’m here,” he sighed. “I guess you mustn’t think much of me if you think that but…listen, I know I said I’m not interested in relationships and the truth is I’ve never had intentions to settle down with anyone, not usually…but…I feel as though I could make an exception for you…”

  She grew more confused the longer she listened to him speak. Surely, he couldn’t be saying what she thought he was saying?

  “What…what do you mean?” she said tentatively.

  “What do you think I mean, Ashleigh?” He smiled at her warmly, looking into her eyes. “I mean, I think I could give this a go. I’d like to give this a go. I miss you.”

  “I miss you too,” she admitted in a quiet squeak, her heart pounding and her hands growing a little clammy. She was still so reluctant to get her hopes up, but he seemed genuine.

  “Can…I come in?” he asked shyly.

  She nodded, and stepped back, closing the door behind him once he was inside.

  He held open his arms for a hug and she almost fell into them, wrapping hers around his sturdy, muscular frame as he enveloped her in his warmth.

  She buried her face into his chest and inhaled his scent.

  His hands gently ran up and down her back, and she instantly felt as though there was something different about this hug.

  It felt real, loving, personal, and tender.

  His fingertips were so soft and gentle, and everything about him filled her with love, sending her head into a spin.

  They hugged for a long time, in silence.

  There was nothing sexual about it. There were no primal urges to push each other against the wall and rip each other’s clothes off like on previous occasions. They just wanted to comfort one another, enjoy the presence and closeness of the other person, and that felt more important and crucial to Ashleigh right now. That was what made the difference between some work fling and an actual relationship.

  “You still nervous about that damn audition?” he asked softly as they pulled back from the hug.

  She nodded.

  “It’s tomorrow, right?”

  She nodded again, impressed that he’d remembered. He really was a sweetheart. She felt bad for being so harsh on him.

  “Want to run lines again like we did last time?”

  “That’d be nice. Thank you.”

  They sat on the bed together, with Rico holding the extract from the script and reading out the other parts as Ashleigh smoothly rattled off her lines.

  “You’ll be fine,” Rico insisted once they’d finished. “You know this inside out now and…you’re good. You really are very good.”

  She blushed a bit and he leaned in, gently kissing her on the cheek and not pushing anything any further.

  “You’re a natural at this. I mean it.”

  “Thank you,” she smiled and stood up, putting the script down on the side and taking a sip of water.

  He stood too, getting ready to leave.

  “Would…would you like to stay the night?”

  He seemed surprised, looking at her steadily. “Are you sure?”

  “Yeah,” she smiled. “I’m sure.”

  Chapter Twenty

  Rico promised he wouldn’t try anything on with her, and he stuck to his word. When they got into bed together, all they did was cuddle. He didn’t even try to kiss her on the lips, just a simple, gentle kiss on the forehead, then he wrapped his strong arms around her and held her close as they fell asleep.

  The problem was, she didn’t fall asleep.

  Within ten minutes, Rico’s breathing had deepened and he was occasionally letting out soft little snores –which were very cute– but Ashleigh’s mind was spinning and she couldn’t stop thinking about the audition.

  She detached herself from Rico’s arms carefully and stood up, going to the bathroom and then getting another small drink of water before returning to bed.

  By that time, he had rolled over in his sleep and was facing the other way.

  She sighed and closed her eyes, trying to drift off herself, but she ended up tossing and turning, and then accidentally banging her leg into Rico’s in the small bed and waking him up.

  He groaned and turned over to face her again, opening up his eyes.

  She saw them flicker and sparkle in the darkness.

  “Sorry,” she bit her lip.

  “It’s okay,” he smiled, reaching out one hand and placing it on her waist. He didn’t seem the least bit annoyed that she had woken him. His expression was so soft and caring as he gazed into her eyes. “Can’t you sleep?”

  “No,” she admitted.

  “Still tense, huh?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Do you…do you think I might be able to help you?” he asked, unsure.

  “I don’t know.”

  “Will you let me try and help you?”

  He sat up in bed a bit and she nodded. Anything that could help her relax and get to sleep would be welcome right now, but she didn’t know what he had in mind.

  “Okay, uh…roll over onto your front.”

  She did as she was told, her face in the pillow and turned to the left, getting herself comfortable as Rico got up on his knees next to her.

  He blew into his hands, rubbed them together to warm them up, then leaned down over her, lifted up her pyjama top, and began to massage her shoulders with his strong thumbs.

  She immediately let out a soft little moan and closed her eyes, beginning to relax.

  His palms flattened out and moved down her shoulders, thumbs kneading into the center of her back and along her spine as he worked his way back and forth.

  No one had ever given her a massage before, and not only was it very relaxing, but also incredibly sensual.

  After only a few moments, she began
to feel quite turned on, and her little noises grew louder, sounding more like the kind of noises she might make during sex.

  Rico must have picked up on this, because he leaned down closer and began kissing her neck and shoulders at the same time, his touch still delicate and loving, his lips and tongue leaving little damp marks all over her shivering skin.

  “Turn over,” he murmured, but it wasn’t a demand, more like a request.

  One she was only too ready to abide by.

  She rolled onto her back and began to undo the buttons on her pyjama top, slipping it back off her shoulders and revealing her naked breasts underneath.

  He ducked his head and started kissing at them, gently sucking her nipples in between his lips and playing with them, not rushing her in any way.

  She wasn’t sure where he was going to take this, and whether they would be having sex, but he was making this all about her, and every single movement was designed to bring her pleasure.

  Eventually, he danced one hand to between her legs and slipped it under her pyjama pants.

  But he didn’t push his fingers inside her as other guys had done in the past. He focused entirely on her clit, only going further south occasionally to wipe up some of the juices that were leaking from her, using them as lubrication for his fingers and thumb as they rubbed back and forth over her little lump.

  She moaned and bucked into his hand repeatedly, then leaned up and crashed her lips to his, the two of them sharing an eager kiss as he sped up the pace, back and forth, over and over again on her pleasure zone, until at last she came hard, almost screaming into his mouth as more juices spurted from her and he held her close to his body, slowing down his fingers so she could ride it out.

  He removed his hand from her pants and then carried on kissing her, all over her body, along her breasts and sides.

  Not once did he touch himself, or allow her to do it either. The few times she tried to reach for him, he just intertwined their fingers together and held her hands gently, murmuring how gorgeous and perfect she was as he continued to worship her body.

  When she’d calmed from her first climax sufficiently, he eased down her pyjama pants and kissed his way down there, burying his face into her warmth and eating her out, flicking his tongue back and forth over her hungrily, his mouth open to receive whatever she gave him, lapping her up until she came again.

  And when she’d finally had her fill, he kissed his way back to the top of her body once more and settled beside her, pulling her into his arms and kissing at her neck, and finally to her lips.

  She tried to reach one hand down for his cock, feeling it hard against her.

  He shook his head gently and removed it, shushing her and kissing the top of her head. “Sleep now, my angel. You should be able to.”

  And she could. Within a few moments, she had dropped off to sleep, her body feeling exhausted but on a high from the many orgasms he had given her.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  The next morning, they woke still entangled in each other’s arms, which was a big difference to their previous sexual encounters, where Rico had always end up spread out on the other side of the bed having stolen most of the covers.

  Maybe it helped that they were in a much smaller bed.

  Or maybe she should just stop questioning when things went well for her, especially when he rolled over and gently kissed her on the lips, then danced his fingertips down the side of her body, looking into her eyes and whispering, “Will you be my girlfriend?”

  Despite him having told her he was willing to change for her, and that they could give things a go, she still hadn’t been expecting this question quite so soon.

  Her heart skipped a couple of beats and her eyes gazed back into his with loving excitement.

  She immediately nodded. “Yes,” she murmured. “Yes, of course I will.”

  Rico smiled happily and leaned in for another kiss, this time allowing his lips to linger a little while longer on hers as she softly returned it.

  “Do you mind… would you mind if we kept it a secret for a while though?” he asked nervously, obviously worried about upsetting her. “It’s not that I’m ashamed of you or anything, it’s just…”

  He trailed off, but she rushed in and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “No, no, it’s totally fine, I get it. I was going to suggest that anyway. It’s just…things are complicated at the moment, right? Maybe it’d be best to wait until we finish the shoot. I wouldn’t want either of us to…get into trouble or…for loads of rumors to fly round.”

  “There’s probably already rumors flying round,” he chuckled and rolled over onto his back before reluctantly sitting up in bed, knowing they both had to get ready. “We’ve been seen together on several dates…as well as chatting a lot on set.”

  “Mm, true.”

  “But let’s just keep them guessing for now.”

  “More fun that way,” she smirked and got up, beginning to get ready for her audition.

  “Exactly,” he laughed. “We’ll announce it after filming has finished.”

  Once they were both ready, Rico gave her a ride to Francis Romero’s offices. She was only expecting to be twenty minutes or so, so he said he’d wait for her, then they could go and get some food together afterwards, both of them having skipped breakfast as they’d slept in a little later than planned.

  “Sounds great,” she smiled, the two of them sharing a kiss just before she went inside. Rico waved her off then waited by his bike, taking his phone out. Ashleigh watched him for a moment, then took the elevator to the twelfth floor where Francis’s office was located.

  A secretary showed her through.

  She felt sick with nerves, but she knew she was well prepared. She could do this.

  As the closed the door behind her, she glanced around the room. There were a couple of desks in there overlooking the window, and a couch against the wall, on which Francis was currently sat, studying a script.

  He looked up as she came in and smiled warmly, his eyes roaming up and down her body.

  “Ashleigh. You look absolutely ravishing as always. Come over here.”

  His comment made her shudder but she walked over and sat down on the couch next to him, keeping her distance although he was patting the space even closer and trying to get her to move up.

  “How are you?” he asked.

  “Uh…good thanks, yeah. Shall we begin?” She just wanted to get this over with now. Although she wanted the part, she was starting to wonder whether she’d be able to handle an entire shoot with Francis again. Whenever she spent any time with him, he made her want to puke.

  “Very well, yes…” He stared at her legs instead of her face as he responded.

  She shuffled back a bit, ready to read her lines with him, and he began reading the other parts in the script.

  That all went fine and without a hitch. They went over it twice, with him giving her a couple of notes to see whether she could switch up her acting style and try things differently. She did her best to accommodate. It was all going pretty well, and she was starting to forget the uncomfortable situations they’d been in previously. He was actually acting professional for once, and she felt like she was in a genuine audition.

  Next, he got her to stand up and deliver the song. Once again, it all went well. She didn’t mess up any of the words, and sang it perfectly, just as she had hoped.

  Francis was smiling by the end of it, and he applauded her.

  “That was truly wonderful,” he gushed. “You really do have a talent.”

  She blushed a bit, genuinely pleased by the compliments this time, and relieved.

  “I presume you’re still interested in the part?” he asked then.

  “Definitely,” she nodded, a little out of breath from the singing and the adrenaline.

  “You want a long career in Hollywood?”

  “I do… I would like that very much.”

  “You’re the type of girl who knows what’s good for her
career,” he continued, but his tone had changed now, and his eyes had darkened, the expression on his face becoming predatory and creepy. She had seen that look too many times before and it brought a chill to her. She felt the atmosphere change in the room. “I want you to do something for me.”

  Ashleigh swallowed and looked at him, still standing there in front of him as he looked up at her, and even though she was taller than him at this very moment, she still felt like he wielded all the power. “What is it?” she croaked.

  “There’s something you can do…right now…something you can do…that will absolutely solidify your chances of being hired for this role, Ashleigh…” The whole time he was speaking, he was staring right up at her intently, his dark, beady eyes boring through into her very soul, and now, he slowly began to undo the buckle and belt on his pants.

  Ashleigh’s eyes widened, and of course, she knew exactly what was happening here and what he was asking of her.

  And in that moment, she didn’t think of her career or getting the job. All she could think of was how utterly horrified and disgusted she was.

  “No!” she spluttered in shock and disbelief. “No, I won’t do that!”

  And with that, she stormed from the room, slamming the door behind her and rushing downstairs, her heart pounding, almost feeling like she was going to be sick, or burst into tears, or perhaps both.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Of course, Rico asked how the audition had gone, and of course, he picked up on the change in her immediately. He knew there was something wrong. Either it had gone badly or…something else. And of course, he asked her about it, wanting her to open up to him. And over their late breakfast, when Ashleigh was pushing food around her plate because she’d lost her appetite completely and felt sick to her stomach, he still wouldn’t stop asking, and that was finally when she lost it with him.

  She didn’t mean to, and she knew it wasn’t his fault, but she was embarrassed and ashamed by what had just happened, and she didn’t want Rico to know about it.

  “I want to go home,” she snapped. “Take me back to the hotel now.”