shaken.
“Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit shit shit.”
“Got you. Doing you. Oh shit!”
A climax rushed over her. Always before, the downhill slide came fast on the heels of the explosion, but this time the fireworks hit over and over until, maybe, she passed out.
Spent. Worthless. Twitching. An accident victim trying to make sense of what had happened.
Cougar’s muscles trembled as he drew her into a sitting position. As long as he kept his knees bent, the union held, but then his cock grew limp. The thought of losing him unnerved her, and she wrapped her arms around him. He started to straighten, prompting her to lock her legs around his hips. Resting her head against his hot and sweating chest, she concentrated on his heartbeat, his breathing, his skin.
I love you, Cougar. I don’t know how long this feeling is going to last, but for this moment I love you as I never have.
Chapter Seven
She woke to the sound of Cougar’s faint snoring. Her first thought was that she needed to ask him what she was doing in his bed, but then she remembered.
While still in the barn, they’d thrown on what clothes were absolutely necessary. He’d asked if her rig had a shower, and she’d said it didn’t and they would have to use the grounds’ facilities, but he’d offered to let her use his. After dropping by her place for a change of clothes, they’d walked barefoot and hand in hand to the huge, gas-guzzling truck and sleeper trailer he hauled his bulls in.
A discussion about who merited the first shower had led to him flipping a coin. She’d won, which meant she hadn’t taken time to study his place until she was clean. She’d been envious of his larger refrigerator and decent storage space, and the twin recliners looked comfortable enough to sleep in. But what had held her attention had been the queen-size bed.
That’s where she was. In a bed that smelled of the man next to her.
It was just getting light, but although she tried to bury herself in sleep again, her bladder wouldn’t allow her to. By the time she’d finished in the bathroom, he was awake, propped up on his elbow, naked chest rising and falling. She hadn’t bothered with a nightgown.
“What are your plans until the rodeo gets going tonight?” he asked.
To make love with you, over and over again until we can’t move. “I’m not sure. What about you?”
“Unfortunately, my day’s full.”
“Of course.” She sat on the edge of the bed and turned so she could look into his eyes. With every passing second, more daylight was slipping in. Knowing Cougar most of her life had conditioned her to his toasted complexion, but he seemed even darker.
“You’re smiling. What are you thinking about?”
“Never mind.” She covered her mouth with her hand. “Believe me, it isn’t worth sharing.”
He grunted and slid off the bed. Not looking back at her, he walked naked into the bathroom, which gave her the opportunity to study the smooth roll of leg and ass muscles. She’d long admired a horse’s muscled flanks, but her admiration centered around appreciation of how fast and long the animal could run. Cougar’s flanks spoke of another kind of staying power.
“I’d like you to trail along with me today,” he said when he returned. His cock was morning hard. “Watching the bulls sling snot and poop should go a long way toward dispensing any mystique they have.”
“You aren’t responsible for the head trip I’ve done on myself—if I have.” It felt unreal and wonderful to be sitting naked on Cougar’s bed while he, equally naked, leaned against a wall. “I don’t need a shrink.” Just a hard kick in the butt every time a particular nightmare tries to latch on to me. “And I don’t need you worrying about me, if that’s what you’re doing.”
“Worry? It’s not that.”
“Then what is it?”
When he held out his hands, she placed hers in them and let him pull her to her feet. There was a pillow crease on his cheek, and his
“Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit shit shit.”
“Got you. Doing you. Oh shit!”
A climax rushed over her. Always before, the downhill slide came fast on the heels of the explosion, but this time the fireworks hit over and over until, maybe, she passed out.
Spent. Worthless. Twitching. An accident victim trying to make sense of what had happened.
Cougar’s muscles trembled as he drew her into a sitting position. As long as he kept his knees bent, the union held, but then his cock grew limp. The thought of losing him unnerved her, and she wrapped her arms around him. He started to straighten, prompting her to lock her legs around his hips. Resting her head against his hot and sweating chest, she concentrated on his heartbeat, his breathing, his skin.
I love you, Cougar. I don’t know how long this feeling is going to last, but for this moment I love you as I never have.
Chapter Seven
She woke to the sound of Cougar’s faint snoring. Her first thought was that she needed to ask him what she was doing in his bed, but then she remembered.
While still in the barn, they’d thrown on what clothes were absolutely necessary. He’d asked if her rig had a shower, and she’d said it didn’t and they would have to use the grounds’ facilities, but he’d offered to let her use his. After dropping by her place for a change of clothes, they’d walked barefoot and hand in hand to the huge, gas-guzzling truck and sleeper trailer he hauled his bulls in.
A discussion about who merited the first shower had led to him flipping a coin. She’d won, which meant she hadn’t taken time to study his place until she was clean. She’d been envious of his larger refrigerator and decent storage space, and the twin recliners looked comfortable enough to sleep in. But what had held her attention had been the queen-size bed.
That’s where she was. In a bed that smelled of the man next to her.
It was just getting light, but although she tried to bury herself in sleep again, her bladder wouldn’t allow her to. By the time she’d finished in the bathroom, he was awake, propped up on his elbow, naked chest rising and falling. She hadn’t bothered with a nightgown.
“What are your plans until the rodeo gets going tonight?” he asked.
To make love with you, over and over again until we can’t move. “I’m not sure. What about you?”
“Unfortunately, my day’s full.”
“Of course.” She sat on the edge of the bed and turned so she could look into his eyes. With every passing second, more daylight was slipping in. Knowing Cougar most of her life had conditioned her to his toasted complexion, but he seemed even darker.
“You’re smiling. What are you thinking about?”
“Never mind.” She covered her mouth with her hand. “Believe me, it isn’t worth sharing.”
He grunted and slid off the bed. Not looking back at her, he walked naked into the bathroom, which gave her the opportunity to study the smooth roll of leg and ass muscles. She’d long admired a horse’s muscled flanks, but her admiration centered around appreciation of how fast and long the animal could run. Cougar’s flanks spoke of another kind of staying power.
“I’d like you to trail along with me today,” he said when he returned. His cock was morning hard. “Watching the bulls sling snot and poop should go a long way toward dispensing any mystique they have.”
“You aren’t responsible for the head trip I’ve done on myself—if I have.” It felt unreal and wonderful to be sitting naked on Cougar’s bed while he, equally naked, leaned against a wall. “I don’t need a shrink.” Just a hard kick in the butt every time a particular nightmare tries to latch on to me. “And I don’t need you worrying about me, if that’s what you’re doing.”
“Worry? It’s not that.”
“Then what is it?”
When he held out his hands, she placed hers in them and let him pull her to her feet. There was a pillow crease on his cheek, and his
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