Cowboys Cry Too - A Tyler Owens Story

Chapter 18

This Chapter Includes Smut

*Smut Starts and Ends*

Kansas
Three Years Ago

Jackie is the dopamine of his life. She's the thing that gives him happiness. The person who makes him want to live another day. She's everything to him and more. She's the love of his life, easily. And he is going to marry her one day, he knows it.

It's her birthday, July 1st. And she's absolutely wasted but has the biggest smile. She's so damn cute. Wearing a pink cowgirl hat and the jean shorts that drive him fucking wild. He's a lucky man, he knows this, he won't not admit it.

'Babbyyy, I want to dance.' Jackie begs, grabbing at his arm and trying to pull him away from the bar.

He can't say no to her. She's just.... too pretty to say no to.

'Alright, JP.' He leans down kissing her lips, before letting himself get dragged onto the dance floor.

She's so giddy, instantly grabbing onto him like her life depends on it and this dance is their last. His hands easily rest on her waist, playing with the bit of skin that shows from under her cropped shirt. Damn he's so lucky.

'Best birthday!' She cheers, pulling him into a two-step dance which soon turns into swing dancing.

'I'm glad, baby.' He spins her around, catching her when she stumbles briefly from the alcohol in her system. 'You deserve the best, always.'

He helps stable her, letting her go for just a moment so she can catch her breath and fix her hat that is tipping over the side of her head. Gosh, she's so cute. He always feels like a giddy teenager around her, a highschool crush almost.

She giggles at his comment, her mouth opening in protest and goes to fix her hat, but it all stops so suddenly. He didn't even have time to react, not really. One second he's talking with Jackie, the next second a woman weasel's her way in between them, lips instantly on his. But they aren't Jackie's. 

They don't taste like chai tea and whiskey, they aren't soft like memory foam pillows and silk sheets. They aren't Jackie's.

'Woah, what the hell woman?' He's pulls back so suddenly, because one; boundaries and two; he has his own woman.

He's putting his hands up defensively, trying to show Jackie that he didn't plan this, that he isn't to blame for a woman throwing themselves onto him. He still feels guilty, like he should have paid better attention, but it's not his fault. He knows this. He just needs Jackie to know this.

'Rude.' Jackie says, and he thinks it's directed at him, 'Don't touch my fucking boyfriend.' Then Jackie shoves the woman away. 'Asshole. Bitch. Dickhead.' Okay, not directed at him.

Jackie's a ball of fire, throwing every curse word she can and Tyler can't help but laugh, pulling her towards him and away from the crowd, instantly interlocking his lips with hers to get her taste back. Because he wants to always taste her, always have her. He wants her lips stained onto his own.

'I don't like her.' She pouts, breaking the kiss to tell him her concerns. 'I don't like any woman that kisses you. Or touches you. Or looks at you.' She has her arms crossed, her mind deep in concentration.

'I know baby, I'm sorry I didn't see her coming. But you're mine, 'right? And I'm yours. Only you get to kiss and touch and look in a way that drives me fucking wild.' His words seem to make her smile, his drunk girlfriend back to her happy state. 'Promise.'