Passion, Sex, and Tight Levi’s

Tobias has another gig in downtown Nashville tonight, and this time I have a guaranteed key to his hotel room.

We are heading down separately. The band has some rehearsals and meetings set up earlier in the day, so I’m going down with Antony, Travis, and Lee.

I’m finding my bearings in the big city now. I have been a couple of times in preparation for starting my course.

I met with a few of the people I will be in the course with, and they seem okay, but I’m skeptical about meeting any friends once I start. There is only one from Nashville—the other two I met were from far and wide.

Things feel like they are falling into place. My dad commented on his last call that I seem to be settling in and happy. It made me think.

I am feeling happy, and for the first time it’s not the short-lived happiness I get from a new designer handbag or a hefty shopping trip.

It’s genuine, organic happiness that I have been getting from helping my uncle progress, from loving my genuine, caring boyfriend, and from having a role on a ranch that is struggling to hire ranch hands.

I still haven’t responded to my friends’ texts and constant calls. They are all just like the thirsty women on the guys’ TikToks.

The only one who genuinely asks how I am is Carla, and I plan on getting her over here once my first semester at uni is complete.

“Why don’t you come to Nashville for the gig,” I say to Frankie. “Antony is coming.” I’ve been trying to persuade him all week.

He shakes his head. “I’m too old for all that now,” he growls. His chest has been bad, and he isn’t sounding great tonight.

“Do we need to get you to a doctor?” I ask as he has another coughing fit.

“No,” he replies when he catches his breath. “I’m just going to have this nightcap and head back to bed.”

I’m worried about the old man—he hasn’t been himself for days now, and he’s too stubborn to let anyone take a look at him.

“Okay, but call if you need anything.”

The drive down to the gig is fun. I love Tobias’s family.

His dad is so cool—I can see exactly why he has three amazing sons. The way he looks at them with his proud-as-punch smile makes me wonder how Tobias can ever question if he is good enough.

I know Antony has an idea about me and Tobias, and Travis obviously knows after his embarrassing peep show, but neither of them confirm it.

They know Frankie doesn’t know anything at the moment, and I suppose they are leaving us to announce it when we’re ready.

The gig is amazing, and I feel bad Sara couldn’t make it—she would have loved this venue and all the talent on show here.

I rock it out with Travis, Antony, and Lee until my cowboy returns from the stage. As I see him walking up the stairs all sweaty and hot, I can’t contain my urge to be near him.

I meet him at the top and he sweeps me off my feet, just like in a Taylor Swift video. As he walks with me attached to him, Travis hollers at us.

“Put her down, man,” he shouts.

We both laugh as our lips meet for a kiss. I don’t care who is watching—I want to claim my cowboy.

The guys don’t stick around much longer. They have the drive back and early morning jobs to be up for.

I can tell Tobias and Tanner are happy the family came—they got to perform the song Tobias wrote for Antony too, which I know he was thrilled about.

“He loved the song,” I tell the brothers as we help ourselves to the drinks table.

“He did?” Tanner asks.

“He blubbed like a baby when it was playing,” I add. “But don’t tell him I caught that.”

They both laugh, and Tobias runs his hands suggestively down my back. I’m starting to get frustrated now.

Every time he has a drink or we are alone, this happens. He sends out messages that tonight is going to be the night, then I am left disappointed and sexually frustrated.

I’m beginning to think this is all a game to him. He’s a sadist if it is, because it’s like fucking ~Squid Game~ for me.

“Come on, cowboy, are you gonna show me this hotel room?” I whisper as I rub my body close to his. I have worn my tight new Levi’s that are a size too small and my silk handkerchief top that he can’t keep his eyes off.

He growls and nibbles at my earlobe before finishing his drink and pulling me out of the bar.

As we walk onto the street, it’s quiet. It’s raining lightly, so everyone is indoors, apart from a couple of people leaving and hanging around for cabs.

“I love you,” he whispers, so low that I question if I even heard him right.

I don’t want to kill the moment by asking him to repeat what he said, so I pretend like I didn’t hear anything, hoping he has the urge to repeat it.

Our lips lock as he moves me against the wall of the bar, and we stand like teenagers snogging in the street, unscathed by the rain that soaks into our clothes. His ~I love you~ replays in my head the whole time!

“Come on,” he finally says as he clutches my hand, and we make a dash for the hotel, which is across the road.

It’s a nice room. I kick my shoes off as Tobias closes the door behind us.

“Your bag is over there,” he says, and he points to the sofa. “I’m going to grab a quick shower.”

He slaps my arse hard as he passes me to go into the bathroom, and I squeal when the sting hits.

“Wait up, cowboy,” I shout. “I need some help to get out of these jeans.”

He smiles and breaks out into “Body Like a Back Road” by Sam Hunt as he pursues me.

That husky, sexy voice gets me going again. It’s like foreplay to my sexually frustrated ears.

He kisses my lips as his fingers fumble to unbutton my jeans, then he lifts me and walks toward the bed as I wrap my legs around him.

With one swift move, I am thrust onto the bed while he remains at my feet. His body goes over me as his hands move back up to my waistline and tug at my jeans. They are tight, they are so fucking tight!

“Fuck me, princess, did you put these on wet?”

I giggle and try to help him maneuver them down.

“This was supposed to be a sexy moment—I think I need the wrench.”

I giggle again and finally with one strong tug he gets them down to my feet.

He smiles seductively as his body moves back over me, and the weight of him feels amazing, so close and protective, like a weighted blanket above me.

I hope he doesn’t make me wait any longer for him because I might just go insane.

I have been to church every Sunday, and although I use the service time to check my emails and other various things I need to catch up on, I show up and I sit patiently. Surely that means I am committed enough for him.

Only a few people know my true feelings on the God situation. To everyone else, I am a devoted churchgoer, a perfect wife for young Tobias, so why the fuck won’t he fuck me?

As we kiss, I wait for the pull away that I have become familiar with. He is still lying on top of me, caressing my body with his hands and lips when I initiate a roll that brings me on top of him.

~Now we’re talking—he ain’t getting out of this now!~

As I sit up and straddle him cowgirl style, I can feel the warmth through my underwear transferring from the crotch of his jeans. It rushes through my body like electricity right to my cheeks.

I lift my top off and he sits up to kiss my breasts through my black-lace bra. His strong hands go around me as he unclips my bra like a pro.

His kisses move along my bare skin, and all I can think about is his cock that I can feel growing beneath me.

“Princess,” he groans. “I’m going to bang you so hard we should probably exchange insurance information.”

~Fuck me, where did this kinky cowboy come from? Dear Lord, please let him overstep all boundaries tonight and I will be forever beholden to you.~

He flips me back over, and while I lie on the bed waiting, he kneels by my feet and slips off his T-shirt before unbuttoning his Wranglers.

Then his body moves back over me, his weight pinning me down as his lips smother me, causing me to gasp for air.

I can taste the sweet Southern Comfort on his breath, and my body shifts to get closer to him.

One of his hands grips my wrists above my head while his other does something I have never in my life felt. It makes me squeal with delight and lose my shit all at once.

This is just the warm-up, and fuck me, does he deliver the goods. We go through four Mega Big Boy condoms, and he was not exaggerating when he said I would not be walking out of his hotel room the same woman the next morning.