32. Boone

Thirty Two

Boone

Aspen Fucking Westgrove was driving my truck, and she looked damn good doing it. I could tell she was nervous, but I had faith that she would get us back safely. Plus, I didn’t have much of a choice because I was drunk; how the tables had turned.

Last time we were at The Tequila Cowboy, it was me picking her up and driving her drunk ass home. This time, she’s driving me back safe. No woman has ever driven my truck before, not even my mom. The Chevy was my first big purchase after I saved enough money from working on the ranch. This truck was my pride and joy.

Watching her dance like that at the bar drove me insane, and seeing every guy latch their eyes on her made me proud. I wasn’t the jealous type, but I had to admit that seeing the men want to step in to dance with her did cause a pang of jealousy.

Every guy at the bar who made a slight move towards the dance floor was stopped by me with a hand on the shoulder and a stern shake of my head. I let the rest watch her, so the whole damn bar knew what they were missing out on. That woman was mine and I’d make sure the entire town knew it. You’d think her wearing my hat would’ve been enough. Throwing her over my shoulder and taking her out hopefully made that message loud and clear.

“I like seeing you driving my truck,” I said. My filter was nearly nonexistent at this point. I started to hiccup, which meant I usually had too much to drink. We were at the bar for about three hours, it was a little past midnight now.

“You alright?” she asked, taking her eyes off the road briefly to check on me. Her knuckles were white on the steering wheel. She was so cute. I smiled at her, my eyes slowly closing. I was really tired all of a sudden; I needed to just rest my eyes. My head rested against the window. The cold felt good against my skin. My hat was askew on my head; I didn’t care.

I must’ve fallen asleep because I felt a pair of dainty hands grabbing my bicep, trying their best to help me from the truck. My head snapped up, waking fully. I saw Aspen standing in front of me on the ground, the truck door was open, and she was bracing herself to get me out.

“I can climb out, Darling. I just needed a nap.” Aspen took a step back and had her hands ready out front to catch me if I fell. Like she could even catch me. I had nearly a foot on her and probably sixty pounds. My boots hit the dirt, kinda hard if I was being honest. I was able to steady myself. I placed my arm around her shoulder and walked her to her cabin.

“Where do you think you’re going?” she asked, pausing us at the bottom of her steps.

Turning, I took her face in my hands. “I don’t want to sleep alone. It’s late, and I’m scared.” I gave a fake pout, hopefully being convincing enough that the dark actually scared me. Aspen laughed and took my hand to guide me up the steps. I stumbled again but kept myself from falling on my ass.

“We better get you inside before you fall and I can’t get you back up.” She fiddled with the key while I stood, using the door frame to hold me steady. The moonlight cast a soft glow on her rosy cheeks. Her soft skin was like porcelain shining under the stars. The way my heart felt around this woman was like I ran a marathon.

Aspen motioned for me to go in first, and I did. She followed behind me, shutting the door with a soft click. Wasting no time, I went to her couch and plopped down. Aspen was in the kitchen because I heard the faucet running. She approached me with a glass of water and some goldfish crackers. I fucking loved goldfish. Happily, I took the bag and drink from her hand, chugging the water down before having a snack.

“You take such good care of me,” I said, smiling with a handful of crackers in my mouth. Aspen crouched down, pulling up my pant leg to take off my boot one at a time. “Wait, what are you doing?” I asked.

“We have to get you ready for bed. Eat your snack,” she hushed, putting both my boots to the side. Aspen was beautiful, inside and out. How did a man like me get so lucky? One so out of touch with relationships. One with the history I had with women.

She decided to sit next to me on the couch, curling her legs up towards her chest. I was enjoying these crackers. Staring at her, I said the only thing on my mind. “You amaze me.”

Aspen looked away, not knowing how to take my words. The blush I loved so much crept from her cheeks down to her exposed chest. I followed it with my eyes, getting caught on her beautiful breasts. They were perfectly in size and shape, honestly the best pair of boobs I’d had the pleasure of holding.

Shoveling another handful of crackers in my mouth, I looked back up, and she was staring at me. I held out the bag of goldfish, and she grabbed some for herself, popping a few into her mouth.

“I would always give these to Penny and Theo whenever they would drink too much. Soaks up the alcohol real good,” she confessed.

I loved hearing more about her and taking in any tidbit of information she was willing to share with me. The more we talked and I got to pull back her layers, the more I lo– nope, not going there. It was the alcohol.

“I need a bed.” I hiccuped, finishing my glass of water in a few gulps. Aspen stood up and held out her hands to help me off the couch. I laid down the bag and glass on her side table and used her as support to stand. “Will you help me take my pants off too?” I quipped, smirking at her with a wink.

“Oh, Boone,” was all she said, shaking her head with a huff. She guided me down the hall as I dragged on behind her. Her dress was still on, but she was now barefoot. “Lay down in bed. I’m going to take a quick shower. I need to wash the bar off me.”

I listened and walked to the edge of the bed. Plopping down, I felt my head and realized my hat wasn’t there. I must’ve left it in the truck. I needed to go get it.

Unbuckling my belt, I pulled my shirt from my jeans and undid the snaps. The shirt ended up in the far corner of her room.

I had to pause for a minute to gather myself before moving another inch. I stood, swaying while attempting to walk towards the front door. As I felt my way down the hallway, a pair of slender hands grasped my biceps.

“Where are you going?” Aspen giggled, turning me to face her. Her hair was wet from the shower and she was wrapped in the same green towel from before.

“That damn towel,” I muttered, hiccuping afterward. Aspen turned me again, pushing me towards the bedroom again. “My hat!” I protested, pointing behind me to the living room. “It’s in my truck, I don’t want someone to steal it. It’s precious.”

“I can promise you, no one is going to steal your hat, Boone,” she comforted me as I stood at the foot of her bed. “Let’s just get the rest of your clothes off and get in bed, okay?” She had both her hands on my cheeks. I needed to kiss her. I bent over slowly and placed my hands on her face, too. My lips pressed against hers, and it felt so good. Aspen broke away and took a step back. I could tell from the look in her eyes she wanted me to.

I removed my pants and left my boxers on, my cock pushed against the fabric. “I could probably go forever right now,” I confessed. Aspen shook her head and helped me to the bed.

“As much as I love your penis and the things it can do, you need to go to sleep.”

Without putting up a fight, I climbed into bed and wrapped myself in her sheets. My erection wasn’t calming down anytime soon, especially because when I was fully tucked in, Aspen dropped the towel in front of her dresser that I happened to be facing. Her ass was on full display, and when she spun around to step into her sleeping shorts, I got a perfect view of her body. I told myself I’d stay awake until she got in bed so I could thank her for taking care of me. My brain betrayed me and my eyes didn’t stay open. Within seconds sleep took over, and I drifted off to the smell of Aspen on the bed sheets and her body burned into my mind.