Free Cowboy Jackpot: St. Patrick's Day by Randi Alexander

barrier.”
    She nodded. Her gynecologist had mentioned
she had one. “It’s okay. Really.” She sat up and leaned against
him. “I don’t feel any pain. Didn’t feel much then…when you…” Why
was it so hard to talk to him about this? She blinked. Probably
because they’d spent less than twenty-four hours together,
total.
    “C’mon.” He helped her to stand and brought
her into the bathroom. “Sit a minute.”
    “I’m not an invalid.”
    He lifted a brow. “Humor me. This is the cave
man husband worrying about his…wife.”
    She smiled and sat on the lid of the toilet.
“Did cave people marry?”
    He shook his head, pulled off the condom, and
disposed of it, then walked to the red bathtub.
    Stormie took in every inch of his muscled
thighs, his tight round ass, and narrow hips as he bent over and
turned on the water.
    It gushed in like a waterfall. He picked up a
bottle sitting on the ledge. “Bubbles?” He turned to her.
    “Definitely.”
    He strode over to her and sat on his heels in
front of her. “I’ve never had that kind of a high.” He looked away,
swallowed, and met her gaze again. “Something happened between us.”
His brow furrowed. “Powerful.”
    She brushed her fingers softly across his
lips. “I know.” Her heart gave a lurch. “I don’t think we need to
go too deeply into it right now, though.” Her brain was still
whirling, her body tingling and satisfied. She didn’t want to lose
her first real afterglow.
    He shook his head. “I’m not a deep kind of
guy anyway, but whatever’s goin’ on with us plumb scares the liver
out of me.” He stood, took her hands, and pulled her up with
him.
    “Can’t ride a wild bronc without a liver.”
She made a goofy face.
    A sorrowful expression clouded his eyes.
“Can’t ride a wild bronc. Period.”
    “Jayden, you’re not…don’t say that.”
    He tugged her toward the tub. “Don’t mind me.
I’m just down on my luck…” He winked at her. “Rodeo luck, I
mean.”
    “You’re down on yourself, too.” She hated to
see him defeated like this.
    He shook his head. “Now’s not the time.” He
held her hand while she stepped in. The water was warm and bubbly.
She started to sit.
    “Whoa, there.” He stepped in behind her. “You
don’t get all this luxury to yourself.”
    She grinned. A cowboy who liked a bubble
bath. Or did he just like it because she was in it? “I’ll
share.”
    He sat, guided her down between his legs, and
settled her with her back against his chest. The water in the tub
rose high, and after a minute, he turned off the faucet. “This is
nice.”
    She relaxed back against him, and his arms
came around to hold her. She could easily get used to this. Closing
her eyes, she let herself drift away. If they got an apartment
together, they could find one with a big tub… She jerked, shocked
with the direction of her thoughts.
    “Cutie?” Jayden whispered it in her ear, then
nibbled at her lobe. “What’s on your mind?”
    She had to stay far away from the hot topic
of where they went from here. After this weekend. “I learned a
technique in my first year psych class.”
    He ground his hard cock against her bottom. He was hard already? “Somethin’ kinky?”
    She laughed and wrapped her arms on top of
his across her belly. “Nope. It’s a guided imagery meditation that
starts out—”
    “Hold on.” His body tensed. “What’s this
for.”
    She pulled away and turned so she could face
him. “It’s really cool.” She had to make this easy for him to take.
If he thought she was analyzing his issues, he wouldn’t even hear
her out. “I had a problem taking exams. I did well in class, knew
the material, but choked when it came to tests.” She held up a
hand. “I know, it’s not the same as riding a bronc, but…”
    He shook his head. “I don’t need that kind of
hoo-haw.”
    She pressed her palm on his chest and made a
sad face. “Please, just listen to me.”
    He relaxed back into the