Her Filthy Cowboy (Fit Mountain Cowboys #2)

6. Savannah

Chapter Six

SAVANNAH

I gaze up at Brody as he positions himself between my thighs. The moonlight streaming through the window highlights every chiseled muscle of his bare chest.

I’ve never seen a man so utterly gorgeous.

He looks down at me with a predatory gleam in his eyes that makes heat pool low in my belly. As he lines himself up, I can’t help but marvel at his impressive size. A thrill of nervous excitement runs through me.

Brody leans down, his lips brushing my ear as he whispers, “Can I fuck you bare, honey? I want to feel all of you tonight. Nothing between us.”

I reach up to run my hands over his broad shoulders, reveling in the feel of his warm skin beneath my palms. I’ve never had sex without protection before. A part of me knows I should probably say no. But looking into Brody’s eyes, seeing the raw need there, I nod.

A triumphant smile curves Brody’s lips. “Tell me you want it, Savannah. I need to hear you say it.”

Heat floods my cheeks. “I want you inside me, Brody. No condom. Please.”

I can’t help the gasp that escapes me as Brody plunges deep inside. He’s thick and deliciously hard, stretching me in ways I’ve never experienced before.

“Fuck, Savannah.” He growls in my ear and moves his hips. “You feel amazing. So tight and wet for me.”

His words send a wave of arousal gushing through me. I’ve never been one for dirty talk, but hearing those filthy things in Brody’s deep, gravelly voice is doing things to me.

He starts fucking me harder, his powerful body driving into mine. I wrap my legs around his waist to pull him closer. The friction is incredible, and each thrust hits spots I didn’t even know existed.

Brody throws his head back and groans. “Goddamn, this pussy fucks like a dream. I always knew it would. I always knew it would feel just like this.”

I moan in response, unable to form coherent words. The raw passion, the intensity. It’s overwhelming in the best possible way.

Suddenly, I feel a familiar tension building. “Brody, I think I’m going to?—”

“Not yet.” His voice is commanding as he cuts me off. “I want you to wait. Can you do that for me?”

I nod, biting my lip. The need for release is almost painful, but I’ll do anything he asks.

Suddenly, Brody shifts our position and lifts my legs over his shoulders. The new angle allows him to penetrate even deeper.

Then, he wraps his hand lightly around my throat.

My breath catches. But it’s not from fear, it’s from a surge of unexpected arousal. I’ve never been into anything like this before, but with Brody, it feels right. I trust him completely, and I know that he would never hurt me.

As he continues to thrust, I lose myself in the sensations. The pressure of his hand on my throat, the fullness of him inside me, the intensity in his eyes as he watches me—it’s all too much and not enough at the same time.

“Oh, Brody.” I grip his muscular shoulders. “Right there, please don’t stop.”

“I’m not gonna stop, baby.” Brody’s pace is relentless. “Take all of me. You’re mine now.”

The possessiveness in his tone should bother me, but it only turns me on more. I’ve never felt so desired, so completely claimed by someone. I feel my climax start to build rapidly. “Brody, I’m so close. Please, please, please. I need to come. Please let me come.”

His grip on my throat tightens just enough to make my pulse race.

“Do it. Since you asked me so nicely. Do it, Savannah. Come for me. Let me watch you fall apart.”

With one more perfectly angled thrust, I shatter.

Waves of pleasure crash over me as I cry out Brody’s name, my body clenching around him. It’s more intense than anything I’ve ever experienced before. Brody is right behind me, spilling into me in hot spurts while he groans my name.

As I come down from my high, Brody gathers me into his arms and pulls me against his broad chest. I nestle into his warmth, feeling utterly sated and surprisingly emotional.

“That was...” I trail off, searching for words. “Brody, that was amazing. I’ve never felt anything like it.”

He presses a tender kiss to my forehead, a contrast to the roughness of our lovemaking. “You’re amazing, Savannah. I knew you would be.”

As we drift off to sleep together, I can’t help but wonder what this means for us. Can a Clayton and a Sullivan really make this work? But for now, wrapped in Brody’s strong arms, I push those thoughts aside and let myself enjoy the moment.

When I wake up the next morning, sunlight spills through the gaps in the hotel curtains the next morning. I turn, expecting to feel Brody next to me, but his side of the bed is empty. The sound of the shower running drifts from the bathroom.

I stretch languidly, my body deliciously sore in all the right places. After a few minutes, the bathroom door opens, pulling me from my thoughts. Brody emerges with a towel slung low on his hips. Water droplets cling to his broad chest, and his damp hair curls at the nape of his neck.

He grins when he sees me awake. “Morning, sunshine.”

I can’t help but return his smile. “Morning, yourself.”

Brody crosses to the bed, his eyes darkening as he takes in my naked form tangled in the sheets. “You look good enough to eat.” He lets the towel drop to the floor and leans down to kiss me, one hand slipping beneath the covers to skim along my thigh.

But before we can get carried away, my stomach growls loudly.

Brody pulls back with a chuckle. “Guess I better feed you first.” He presses a quick kiss to my nose. “Shower’s all yours. Then we’ll rustle up some breakfast.”

As he turns to get dressed, I catch his hand. “Brody...”

He looks at me expectantly, but I hesitate, unsure how to put my swirling emotions into words.

I swallow hard, settling for a safer truth. “Last night was amazing.”

His eyes soften, and he lifts my hand to his mouth and brushes a kiss across my knuckles. “It was. And it’s just the beginning, Savannah. Trust me.”

With a wink, he releases me and starts pulling on his clothes. I watch him for a moment, blown away at the easy intimacy between us. The sense of rightness.

Then, with a sigh, I drag myself out of bed. The shower calls, as does my growling stomach.

The hotel spray of the hotel shower does little to quell my racing thoughts as I lather up. Brody’s touch still lingers on my skin, igniting a longing I’ve never experienced before. It’s as if he’s unlocked a hidden part of me, one I didn’t even know existed.

After wrapping myself in a fluffy towel, I step out of the bathroom, tendrils of steam swirling around me. Brody looks up from where he’s lounging on the bed, his eyes darkening as they sweep over me.

Just as Brody opens his mouth, no doubt to suggest we skip breakfast altogether, my phone trills loudly from the nightstand. Cursing under my breath, I snatch it up, my heart sinking when I see my editor Evelyn’s name flashing on the screen.

“Hey, Evelyn. What’s up?”

“Savannah, we have a problem.” Evelyn’s normally unflappable tone holds an edge of panic. “Liam called. He’s threatening to pull all the Sullivan ads if we run your Brody Clayton piece.”

I sink onto the bed, my legs suddenly boneless. “What? He can’t do that!”

Evelyn sighs heavily. “Unfortunately, he can. Your family’s ad contract gives them a lot of sway. Liam’s playing hardball, Savannah.”

Fury and disbelief war within me, constricting my throat. Liam has always been overprotective, but this is beyond the pale. Meddling in my career and my life, like I’m still a child who needs her hand held.

“Evelyn, this article is literally my first piece with the magazine.” I barely manage to speak through gritted teeth.

“I know, honey. And your piece is fantastic. But we can’t afford to lose the Sullivan account. It’s not just my call.”

My stomach twists painfully, a toxic cocktail of anger and hurt churning inside me. How could Liam do this? How could he sabotage me like this?

Brody’s hand on my shoulder startles me back to the present. I glance up to find his brow furrowed in concern.

I bury my face in my hands, hot tears stinging my eyes. What a mess. How did it come to this? How did a simple profile piece become a battleground in a war I never signed up for?

The Sullivans and the Claytons, we’re not so different. We’re both proud, stubborn, and fiercely loyal to our own. We both love this land, this way of life. And yet, we’ve let the sins of the past poison the present.

My family will never understand. No matter what I say, they’ll see this article as proof that I’ve chosen the enemy over my own blood. And maybe they’re right. Maybe I am choosing Brody.

But it’s more than that. It’s about choosing myself, my career, and my integrity as a journalist. It’s about recognizing that this feud, this bitter grudge that’s dictated so much of our lives, is utterly ridiculous.

Brody’s hand on my knee pulls me from my thoughts. Wordlessly, he plucks the phone from my white-knuckled grip. “It’s not fair. Them putting you in this position.”

I nod, not trusting my voice.

“But Savannah”—he tightens his grip—“you can’t let them win. This article, it’s bigger than just us. It’s your chance to show the world who you really are.”

His words hit home, resonating deep in my chest. He’s right. This is my chance, my moment to prove that I’m more than just a Sullivan. That I’m a real journalist, with a voice that deserves to be heard.

I straighten my shoulders, resolve solidifying in my gut. I won’t back down. Not this time.

Determination fills me. “I’m running the article.”

A slow smile spreads across Brody’s face, pride shining in his eyes.

“That’s my girl.”

As I melt into his embrace, I feel a weight lift from my shoulders. Come what may, I know I’m making the right choice.

For myself. For my future.

Brody’s lips quirk into a mischievous smile as he pulls back from the kiss. “You know”—he trails his fingers up my thigh—“I can think of a much more enjoyable way to take your mind off things.”

“Oh really?” I arch a brow. “And what might that be?”

His grin widens, eyes glinting with promise. “How about I show you?”

In one swift motion, he scoops me up into his arms. I let out a surprised laugh and instinctively wrap my arms around his neck.

As Brody’s lips trail down my neck, I allow myself to get lost in the sensation. To forget about the expectations and obligations waiting for me outside this room. Right now, there’s only this. Only us. Savannah and Brody.

Two people finding solace, finding connection, in each other’s arms.