All Chapters of Resisting The Alpha Cowboy: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

★。＼｜／。★VANESSA DAVIS★。／｜＼。★The moonshine was good.Not the kind of good that made you want to chug it, because you’d end up on your ass if you did, but the kind that left a pleasant warmth in your chest and had your limbs feeling a little looser. Like everything was just a bit funnier, a bit easier.I liked it.The dinner had been delicious, and fun—mostly because pushing Samson’s buttons was quickly becoming my new favorite pastime. But now, with plates cleared and everyone moving into the living room, Ashley nudged me with her elbow."Hey, come help me with the dishes."I raised a brow, lifting my hand to gesture at my dress. “Do I look like I was made for doing dishes?”Ashley smirked. “Nope. But you’re still gonna help.”Before I could protest, she grabbed my wrist and tugged me toward the kitchen, my heels clicking sharply against the wooden floor as I followed.With a dramatic sigh, I took my place at the drying station, picking up a soft dish towel while Ashley turned on the

▄︻デ══━一 COLTON HAYES💥 The best kind of hell is the one Vanessa Davis is putting me through. Even while drunk she’ll do as she pleases. Even if that means I get to sit back and watch it happen. Yes, I’d kissed her first. Throw all the blame you like, it will never make me feel guilty. I couldn’t help myself. I gave into that urge to kiss her senseless and it was amazing. To have her in my lap, moaning, making all the lovely sounds that went straight to my cock. I inhaled, letting my lungs fill up with her scent as she rode me.She was naked, my hat was the only thing she had on and she looked divine in it. Clutching her tits, teasing her nipples as our hips bucked against each other. God, I can’t stop looking at her. I can’t stop touching her. Feeling her ass as she bounces on my cock.Her insides are warm, wet, squeezing, and taking my ability to think about anything but her. I watched as her eyes rolled, this was our second round. We’d fucked fully clothed before, pressed up again

★。＼｜／。★VANESSA DAVIS★。／｜＼。★Breakfast went by smoothly. Too smoothly. The kind of smooth that made my brain itch with questions.Colton had made sure I had coffee, slid a plate in front of me before I could protest, and even pulled out my chair like some old-fashioned gentleman. He was attentive in a way that wasn’t suffocating—just enough to make me notice.And then, just like that, he was up and moving, brushing past me to grab his hat and keys. I barely had time to open my mouth before he leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to my cheek.A kiss. On my cheek.A very sweet, very platonic thing.But do casual people do that?I sat there for a full thirty seconds after he walked out, processing the strange little ritual we’d somehow formed. Breakfast together. Quiet conversation. A lingering moment before he left for work.This is weird.I mean, it’s not weird-weird, but it’s… something.With a deep breath, I pushed away from the table and started my slow, painful trek up the stairs.

▄︻デ══━一 COLTON HAYES💥 I had a list of things I wanted to tackle today. A damn good list, too. The kind that should’ve kept me busy from sunup to sundown, handling the animals, checking on the new foals, and making sure the workers were staying on top of things.But before I could even get started, I ran into Catia.She was lingering near the barn, arms crossed over her chest, bottom lip tucked between her teeth the way she did when something was eating at her.“Everything alright?” I asked, wiping my hands on my jeans.She hesitated before saying, “I wanna go fishing.”That was all she said, but I knew what it meant.Dusty Creek might look like it was in the middle of nowhere, but on my farm, it felt like the heart of everything. The land stretched wide and welcoming, the fields golden under the sun, the trees whispering with the wind.Sure, a witch-like crystal was aiding our crops, buried deep in the soil by some ancestor long before my time, but magic alone didn’t keep the farm r

★。＼｜／。★VANESSA DAVIS★。／｜＼。★The rest of the day passed uneventfully, and by the next morning, I could finally borrow a horse to take into town. She was a sweet, chestnut-colored mare with big, curious eyes and a habit of nudging my back like she expected me to sneak her a treat. I had no idea what her name was, but she felt like a Daisy, so that’s what I called her as we made our way down the winding dirt road toward Dusty Creek.The ride was smooth, if a little slow, and the morning air was crisp against my skin. I made it into town just as the sun was beginning to warm the streets fully, and my first stop was the post office. The clerk was a stocky man with a long beard and an even longer drawl. He took one look at my package and squinted at me like he was trying to determine if I was a troublemaker."Sending somethin' delicate?" he asked, tapping a meaty finger against the box."Yep. Fragile as can be. If this breaks, I'm suing."He let out a slow chuckle, shaking his head as he