Cowboys Cry Too - A Tyler Owens Story

Chapter 22

This Chapter Includes Smut

Oklahoma

Present Day

*Smut Starts and Ends*

She feels like a schoolgirl again, getting caught in the enchanting spell of first love. Her heart flutters with youthfulness, every glance and smile a secret of innocence shared between them. She's giddy with anticipation, the blossoming romance of sweet simplicity. In his presence, she has always and will always blush, it's the tender reminder of vulnerability and loving wholeheartedly.

They are in the dimly lit guest bathroom of Kate's mother's home, and just saying that makes Jackie feel like a schoolgirl again trying to sneak a boy in without getting caught. It's rebellious, she knows this. But Kate is talking to Javi, who wants to shed some light and apologize, so Tyler and her have very limited time to deal with the unspoken and longing desire. She just needs her hands on him. Especially with him and that backwards cap. He knows what he's doing.

It's hungry, their kiss, no gentleness. It's heated, needy. They are like two teenagers making out in the hallway of a party. That's how sloppy it is. Tyler's hands roam her body, before colliding with her jacket and pushing it fiercely off her, his hands clinching like his purpose is to undress her. She tangles her fingers in his shirt, pressing herself against him. Instantly feeling the heat of his body through their clothes and pulling on his hips to get a moan out of him.

The small bathroom seems to shrink around them as their kisses grow more urgent, more desperate. Tyler's hands find the back of her corset, instantly loosening the lace so he can slide his hands underneath to feel the warmth of her skin. She's shivering at his touch, her breath hitching as his fingers trace delicate hearts over her breasts.

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"Tyler," Her voice is breathless, hands moving to unbutton his flannel. She's never been more furious of so many buttons covering his body. "I need you." She whispers, her voice trembling.

"Me too," He replies, voice husky with desire. That voice alone makes her want to cry.

His hands go towards her thighs, his touch teasing as he traces shapes then the letters of his name there, and she can't help but capture his lips in a kiss that makes all the passion and vulnerability melt between them. The world outside the bathroom seems to fade away, it's just them in this intoxicating sensation.

"Jump," He mumbles, hands on her ass and helping her rest on the counter of the bathroom. 

She's completely entranced by his touch, her soul on fire and her heart beating for him. She's always been his, only he can make her feel this way. So vulnerable but so loved. It's not the adrenaline of the chase that makes him this passionate, it's the heart inside him that yearns for her. She feels that and she knows he's hers just as much as she is his.

"Baby, please." She's whiny, she knows this, but she can feel him and how much he needs her. 

"Shh, just let me make you feel good." And she wants to cry because no, she wants to feel him but he's pushing her hands away from his belt buckle and works on the button of her shorts.

She feels tears coming when he easily does the zipper of her shorts, pulling them down with ease as he goes on his knees in front of her. She looks a wreck. Her corset loose, bottom completely bare, and her boots still on. Yet he's still dressed perfectly, a few of the buttons undone of his flannel, but his cap is still on backwards and his jeans shape his ass perfect. Ugh, how did she get so lucky.