Big Filthy Cowboy – Courage County Cowboys Read Online Mia Brody

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Insta-Love, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
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We help Mom into her chair then she’s rolling inside Ginger’s cabin, the two of them already working through accent colors that match sunset yellow.

We watch them go, just as a car I don’t recognize pulls into the driveway. Walt, from the town bookstore, ambles out of his car. He’s wearing his Sunday best and carrying a case of sodas. “I heard y’all could use some help up here.”

I’m not sure how much help Walt is going to be. He has an arthritic hip that needs surgery, but Noah probably invited him. After all, he’s dating the guy’s granddaughter.

I greet Walt and direct him inside where the girls are chatting. When he’s out of hearing range, I turn to my friend. “He’s always around lately. He was over at mom’s candle shop twice last week. Said something about needing new candles for his book shop then he came back and did a return because he got the wrong ones. The whole thing seemed kind of weird to me.”

Grizz shrugs. “The guy is probably just lonely. Come on. We have breakfast food.”

My stomach rumbles at the thought. I’ve been working since before dawn. Even though my brothers and I are here to help Grizz with the cabin, we still had our own farm to tend to. When we get back late tonight, we’ll check on all the animals and do the same chores again.

The two of us round the back of the cabin where we’ll be getting the framing done for the new rooms. Greer and Noah already poured the foundation earlier this month.

Zac, my little brother and the youngest one of us, has spent the last few weeks on the road. He couldn’t even get time off to come help with this project. Not that it matters. We have more than enough bodies to get the work done.

As I step behind the cabin, I stop in my tracks. Standing at a long folding table, wearing a pretty dress and a smile, is my girl. Sadie looks radiant as she passes out donuts to the guys. Her tan chihuahua circles her feet, barking occasionally when it seems someone is getting too close to Sadie. Good little guard dog.

She laughs at something Greer says and the sight of my brother making her laugh fills me with an inexplicable rage. That’s my job. I’m the one that makes her laugh. I’m the one that gets her to throw back her head, exposing the pale column of her throat.

I stomp up to the two of them, and she smiles sweetly at me. She’s up to something. I don’t know what the game is just yet, but I can feel it. Barely able to hold back a growl, I demand, “What are you doing here?”

She puts a hand to her chest, the motion drawing my attention to the freckles right at her cleavage. I want to bury my face between her huge tits and trace every little dot on her body with my tongue. “Little ol’ me? I’m not doing a thing, sweetheart.”

Greer notices that something is going on and takes his donuts, shuffling off somewhere else. Good thing too. I’d hate to throw a punch this early in the day.

I narrow my eyes at the curvy woman that I’ve been fantasizing about since the moment I met her. “You’re up to something.”

She reaches into the pocket of her dress and pulls out a long, narrow lollipop. I need to pull that dress off of her and keep her naked. I never want her luscious body hidden from my view again.

She unwraps the candy and gives me a cheeky grin as she runs her tongue up and down the sweet treat. The only reason that every man here still has eyesight is because I’m standing in front of her, blocking their view.

“I’m just here to enjoy myself,” she says before she wraps her lips around it and sucks it deep, making a quiet moan at the back of her throat.

That’s when I realize what this is. I told her the game was on, and now my good girl has come to play. Well, she’s not the only one who can play.

Chapter 6

Sadie

Istudy Barrett’s expression through lowered lashes and unwrap the lollipop. I run my tongue along the tip of it, imagining that it’s him I’m licking with these short, teasing tastes. Judging by the way his nostrils flare, he’s thinking the same thing.

“I’m just here to enjoy myself,” I answer the question he asked earlier about what I was doing. I smack my lips together then open wide. I suck the lollipop deep, making a quiet moan at the back of my throat.

My cheeks are warmer than the sun. I’d feel silly doing something like this except the look in Barrett’s gaze tells me the last thing he’s thinking is that I’m silly.


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