Cowboy Kisses

by K. L. Fast

  Cowboy Kisses

  A Kissing Junction Novella

  KL Fast

  M.K. Moore

  Flirty Filth Publishing

  Copyright

  Cowboy Kisses

  By KL Fast & MK Moore

  © KL Fast & MK Moore 2019 Flirty Filth Publishing.

  All Rights Reserved

  By the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, the scanning, uploading, and electronic sharing of any part of this book without permission of the publisher is unlawful piracy and theft of the author’s intellectual property. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for brief quotations used in a book review.

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, locales, or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  The use of actors, artists, movies, TV shows and song titles/lyrics throughout this book are done so for storytelling purposes and should in no way be seen as an advertisement. Trademark names are used editorially with no intention of infringement of the respective owner’s trademark.

  This book is intended for adults only. Contains sexual content and language that may offend some. The suggested reading audience is 18 years or older. I consider this book as Erotic Adult Romance.

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  Cover created by KL Fast

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  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Epilogue

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgments

  Also by KL Fast

  About the Author

  Acknowledgments

  Also By M.K. Moore

  About the Author

  Dedicated to the men who wear Wranglers and cowboy boots and to the girls who love them.

  We are those girls.

  Blurb

  Gage Evers wanted what he couldn’t have… Yet.

  Lorelei Codianna needed him more than she has ever needed anything or anyone before.

  This is the ninth book in the Kissing Junction series, so be prepared for all the flirty filth you can handle.

  Gage and Lorelei have been waiting but the wait is finally over.

  This is safe, steamy, and over the top. Read at your own risk.

  Chapter One

  Lorelei Codianna

  I have been in this town for a year and a half, living with my foster mom, Karlene. I use mom lightly, as she is only about ten years older than me. She is more of an older sister than a mom. That was exactly what I needed though. Bouncing around Dallas, one shitty foster home after another, I expected to just age out in a group home, but I am a firm believer that fate intervened that night. Flooding at the group home had my social worker looking for emergency placement. Luckily, Karlene was set up for emergencies.

  Do you know how often I’ve thanked God for that broken water main? It brought me to Gage. It also brought me to my first home. A home where someone cared about me, and not just the paycheck that came with me. I have been counting down the minutes until my eighteenth birthday, since Ryder’s “Get Out of Jail” Party in March. I am just down to twelve hours, seventeen minutes and thirty-four seconds. I look at my watch to be sure. I feel a smile break across my face. I argued with Gage at that party, like I always do.

  The second day I was in Kissing Junction, I was at Sam’s tree farm asking for a job, he hired me on the spot. A week after I got the job, I saw Gage for the first time. At that moment, I felt my whole life shift into focus. As if he could feel me staring at him across the mini ice-skating rink that he was helping Sam build for the annual Christmas Light festival, our eyes locked. I was trapped in those ice blue eyes as he just walked away from Sam mid-sentence and started making his way towards me. I stayed stock still as he stalked towards me. That was the first day I had ever thought of having a man between my legs. In the thirty seconds it took for him to get to me, I had already pictured all the ways I wanted him to teach me what it was to be a woman. I expected him to say hello or ask me why I was staring at him, but he didn’t stop until his body was almost against mine. I could feel heat radiating off his body and it took everything in me not to touch him.

  “Please tell me you’re eighteen?” His deep, raspy voice gave me goosebumps. I felt flush while I bit my bottom lip.

  “I’m seventeen.” I answered, honestly. He groaned as if he was in pain. Shit, I should have lied.

  “Looks like I am going to wait a year to fully claim you,” he said in a gravelly voice as he looked down at me. I sucked in a breath and stared up at him. I got lost in his amazing blue eyes once again.

  He reached up and lightly ran his finger along my jaw.

  “Make no mistake, just because I can’t touch you yet that doesn’t mean you aren’t mine,” he finished with a growl. I almost old-school swooned right there at the damn farm. Looking back, I most definitely should have lied.

  Which brings me back to our argument that night, nine fucking long ass months ago. He drives me fucking crazy. I tried to get him to take me then. Claim me. Anything he wanted to do, right there in the bathroom of On The Shamrocks, like the little slut that I am desperate to be with him.

  Alas, law-abiding citizen that he is, told me that we had to wait. He also reminded me to be a good girl and finish school. How cute is he?

  He told me that he wished he didn’t have to wait. He said he had big plans for me the second I turn eighteen. Hence the reason for my mega countdown. My year of birth has been the biggest cock-block ever. He is going to fuck me until I can’t walk anymore. Fuck his kid into me so I could never leave him.

  Like I ever would.

  He knows me better than anyone else, but still, he’s worried about that. Foster kids are ride or die, and I would do anything for that man. Absolutely anything.

  He also said many other things to me that night that would make a seasoned hooker blush, but I want it. I want it all when it comes to Gage Evers.

  That has literally been all I have been thinking about for months. Thank God, the wait is almost over. I am making myself crazy thinking about all the skanks that frequent the bar that I normally can’t get into. I only could that night because it was closed for the private party.

  I might not be able to stake my claim on him yet, but he is fucking mine and I want to claw a bitch’s eyes out when they look at him. I am not a violent person, but I seethe with jealousy all the damn time and that can’t be good. He has made me all kinds of filthy promises over the last year and I am ready to cash in.

  I am sitting at my desk in fifth-period biology class not paying attention to one damn word Mr. Prescott is saying when I feel my phone vibrate. Taking it out of my pocket, I sneak a quick glance at the screen. I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face when I see who has texted me. My anticipation gets the better of me and I open the app to see what he said. When he first saw what I had his name saved under, he had growled telling me he planned on it.

  Baby Daddy: I’ll see you after school Kitten, ;)

  I feel my face flush. I am so giddy right now that I could just float away. I immediately respond.

  Me: I can’t wait.

  Baby Daddy: Two hours Kitten, then you are all fucking mine.

  I feel my pussy dampen and I squirm a little, fucking hell he is getting me wet in the middle of school.

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p; Me: ;) Promises, promises.

  Baby Daddy: Don’t tempt me, Kitten. I’ll pick you up after school =)

  Me: K! I can't wait. <3

  I am staring at my phone waiting for him to text me back when I feel someone looking at me.

  “Miss Codianna, I see you have your phone out again.” I feel myself blush and look up at him sheepishly.

  “I’m sorry Mr. P. I promise it won't happen again.” I say lying. He looks at me knowingly.

  “You know the rules. The phone goes in the box, you can have it back after class,” he says sternly. I sigh and hand him my phone. The class snickers but stops as soon as he turns to look at them. I should be mad, but I really don’t care. Gage is going to be mine so soon, nothing else matters. Mr. P starts walking back to his desk talking about mitosis or some shit like that. So not interested.

  His voice fades away as I continue to think about Gage. Even more, than him being inside of me, I am looking forward to kissing him. That first kiss will never be forgotten.

  I have saved all my firsts for him and I can’t wait to check each one off the list.

  Chapter Two

  Gage Evers

  T-minus eight hours and Lorelei's sweet pussy is mine.

  I still have a couple of hours before I can pick her up from school. School. It is just my kind of luck that has the love of my life still in high school. I'm about as depraved as they come. Over the last year, I've imagined every sexual scenario involving her and I. Every. Single. One.

  In my head, there is nothing I haven't done to her and she hasn't taken like a good girl. I have no business imagining a seventeen-year-old girl begging me for everything, but I can't help it. Good fucking thing thoughts aren't illegal, or I'd be locked away for life. She's been almost mine for about a year now, but it's been pure torture not being able to claim or even kiss her, but that ends tonight.

  Since the moment I saw her, I haven't taken myself in hand or thought about other women, not that I thought much of them before. Every drop of my cum is for her and her alone. I'm going to breed her the first time I sink into her tight, virgin pussy.

  But first, I just gotta get through the day. I have planned a picnic followed by a romantic horseback riding session. I also have several gifts for her that I will happily spend the rest of my life trying to top.

  I own The Sugar Ranch with my brother Donnie, but he's the fire chief, so he doesn't do much on the ranch right now. It’s his retirement plan. It’s a very good thing that Lorelei likes the outdoors and animals.

  I try to focus on my daily chores, but I can't. After a few hours, I pawn the rest of them off on my foreman, Cable. Though it's essentially a horseback riding date, I will be claiming her sooner rather than later. I have huge plans for tonight, and almost all of them involve my new fiancée riding my dick.

  Earlier this week while I was in Dallas, I went to a jeweler and picked out a platinum diamond solitaire princess cut engagement ring for my Kitten. I'm giving it to her tonight.

  Why put off what we both want?

  Though if I'm honest, at this point it's a fucking obsession. Possibly beyond obsession. She's on my mind constantly. I'm glad that my girl's foster mom, Karlene, is cool with us because I don't know what I'd do if she wasn't. I'm quite sure I'd resort to kidnapping or something as equally drastic. Once I'm dressed and ready, I head out back to my private paddock. Corralled there is Lorelei's present.

  The yet to be named Friesian horse is black and at least fifteen hands high. He's as tame as can be, but when I saw him three months ago at a livestock auction, I knew he'd be perfect for Lorelei. He wasn't for sale, but I can be very persuasive when I need to be. Twenty minutes later, I was eight thousand dollars lighter, but I had the perfect gift for my girl.

  It took everything in me to not give it to her as soon as I saw her. Cable is grooming him, so I take the opportunity to talk to him.

  “Is the ole boy ready?” I ask.

  “Yep, just had a bath. I can tell that he knows something big is about to happen. He's a little antsy.”

  “Good, good,” I say. “We should be back here around four. The picnic I set up is out in the back forty. Thanks for sticking around for this.”

  “No problem. I know what it's like to be so in love that nothing else matters.”

  “How's that going?” I ask. I know he's in love, but he refuses to talk about it in detail.

  “It's stalled at the moment,” he says shaking his head.

  “That sucks man. Can I offer you a piece of advice?”

  “Yeah, of course, boss.”

  “If she is of age claim her, before some other swinging dick does.”

  He clenches his fists. “That won't be fucking happening,” he growls.

  “Glad to hear it,” I say clapping him on the back. “Thanks again.”

  “See ya later, boss.”

  I readjust my Stetson and make my way to my black jacked up F-350. The best thing about this truck? I must lift Lorelei into it. It's the only hands-on contact with her I've allowed myself. My hands on her hips feel right.

  At three-fifteen, I pull up to the high school. It's closer to Dallas then Kissing Junction. I'm early so I use the time to check my email. I see several responses to my ad for an assistant. I shoot off responses setting up interviews. All for next Friday, that way anyone that works out can start Monday. I am going to want to spend all my time inside Lorelei, so I am going to need the help.

  I hop out of the truck when I hear the bell ring. I spot Lorelei immediately. She is always alone. I hate that she doesn't have any friends her own age, but I am glad that she has several older friends.

  Lorelei crashes her body into mine, all but climbing me.

  “Happy Birthday,” is all I can say before her lips are on mine. The first taste of her sinful mouth is my undoing. In all my years, I have never felt something so right. Her perfect mouth is even better than I dreamed of. Deepening the kiss, I squeeze her ass, before lifting her into the passenger seat of the truck. I reluctantly tear my lips from her and buckle her in. Once I'm in the driver's seat, pulling out of the school's parking lot she sighs deeply.

  “What's wrong,” I ask turning right towards Dallas.

  “You can't do that forever,” she says.

  “Do what?”

  “Lift me into the truck.”

  “Watch me.”

  She rolls her eyes. “What if I get fat from all of our babies?”

  “I will still do it.”

  “You will not. You won't even like me if I get fat,” she says crossing her arms over her chest.

  “Bullshit. To prove it, I’ll get us matching hover rounds.” I say, trying not to tell her how much I love her. She laughs.

  “Yeah right. Where are we going?” She asks both rolling her eyes and changing the subject.

  “The sweetest little picnic spot you’ve ever seen,” I say. She sucks in a breath.

  “I am not dressed for that,” she says, looking down at her flip-flops. Shit, even her purple toenails are cute.

  “Don't worry about that, Kitten. Gift number one,” I say reaching behind her seat and pulling a wrapped box up front.

  “I don't need anything but you. You're the best gift a girl could ask for.” Nevertheless, she rips the wrapping paper off like a kid on Christmas morning. She squeals when she sees the Double D by Old Gringo cowboy boot in almost famous black. She has been eyeing them for months. The look on her face is priceless. “Oh my God, baby daddy, I love them!” she exclaims, kicking off her flip flops and pulling the boots on. She looks fuckable in the peach colored sundress and her new boots.

  There is nothing hotter to me than her calling me “Baby Daddy.” Nothing. It makes me hard as a rock, though most things about her do.

  I pull into my driveway and hop out. I open her door and help her down. I can’t help kissing her breathless.

  Tonight is the first night of our forever.

  Chapter Three

  Lorelei

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bsp; The minute his lips touched mine my body turned into a raging inferno. I have waited an entire year for his lips to be on mine. His kiss was better than I imagined it would be. I want him to take me now. I know most girls would want their first time on a bed of roses, surrounded by a soft candle glow.

  Well, fuck that. I have waited a damn year for him, I want him to fuck me like he owns me. Hard and dirty, maybe against a wall. When he pulls away from our kiss, I whine, wanting his lips back on mine. He kisses me one more time before pulling back again.

  “It’s time for your second birthday present.”

  “Can’t I just have you instead?” I say poking out my lip in a pout. He chuckles and shakes his head.

  “Don’t tempt me Kitten. I want you to see this present I have been keeping it a secret for almost three months.” I can tell he is excited to show me, and it makes me wonder what it is.

  “Okay, what is it?” He grins and brings out an eye mask and noise cancelling headphones. “Ooh! Are we doing some kind of Fifty Shades of Grey thing?” I ask licking my bottom lip. If we are, I’m not going to complain, because let's face it that shit is hot. He laughs and wraps his arm around my waist pulling me close.

  “Oh, you are a naughty, naughty girl, Kitten, but no. At least not for our first time. This is so you don't know where we are going.” I feel myself flush remembering all the naughty things he promised me. He kisses me deeply and I melt into him. My hands digging into his hard biceps. When he pulls back, I am breathless, and my panties are completely soaked. He drops his forehead on mine.