Page 67 of Tame Me

I clawed my nails up his back and squeezed my eyes shut as his jackhammer slammed into me. Billy was out of control, thrusting into me with a ferocious intensity that I hadn’t seen from him before. It was fast and hard and out-of-this-world incredible.

I screamed as my orgasm shot through me, spilling my hot come around his plunging cock. Billy released a primal growl and slammed his hips forward again and again and again.

The hardness in his face relaxed, and after a while, he opened his eyes. “You okay?”

I smiled and reached up to place my hand on his cheek. “Of course.”

He curled his right arm around my leg, unhooking my ankle from his neck and allowing me to lower my foot to the bed. He repeated the move with his other arm and rolled onto his side. I wriggled into his embrace and trailed my fingers over his abs, tracing out the chiseled muscles. His breathing gradually returned to normal, as did his heartbeat, and it was a blissful dream finishing this way.

“Jane, I want to ask a question, but you don’t need to answer straight away.”

I stiffened. Oh Lordy. . . Is he about to propose? My mind went crazy, and I sucked in a shaky breath and I forced myself to calm down. “Okay,” I finally managed to say.

“I’d like to take you out to my farm to see where I live. To see my home, my horses, and my folks. Please think about it, and you can tell me when I’m here next time. I’m due back in a couple of weeks.”

Both relief and worry strangled my emotions with equal intensity. I was grateful he’d offered me time to think about his request.

“Okay. I’ll think about it.” As I breathed in deep, I realized this was the most logical next step in our relationship.

Oh, God, are we in a relationship?

That thought shattered all the wonderful feelings that had been coursing through me just moments ago.

Not because I didn’t want to be in a relationship with Billy. Lord no.

It was because I was also seeing several other men. I’d officially slipped into two-timing, or in reality, multiple-timing.

That realization threatened to split my heart in two.

With my brain about to crack open with horrid, frenzied thoughts, I pushed up onto my elbow, gave Billy a quick kiss on his cheek, and slid off the bed.

I put my clothes on as quickly as I could and reached for my bag.

Billy was on his side, a pillow covering his groin, and I blew him a kiss, walked to his door, and exited the room. On autopilot, I made it to my apartment and took a long, hot shower. My brain was a crazy scramble as I weighed the pros and cons of his request.

After my shower, I put on my PJs, reached for my diary, and turned to the 15th of November. At the top, I wrote Cowboy Billy, Room 32.

Beneath his name, I listed in great detail all about my wonderful day with him and his glorious horse, Gypsy. My pen couldn’t keep up with my brain as I relayed our fiery sex, and finally, I outpoured my concern over his question. By the time I finished writing, I’d filled two pages, and I still didn’t have an answer for Billy.

Whilst the idea of seeing the real man behind the Gold Coast version I’d met many times over was exciting, the thought of meeting his family and stepping further into a relationship with him scared me.

Not because I didn’t want Billy—no, he was still very, very high on my want list. But there were other men I liked, too. A lot.

Next to Billy’s name at the top, I wrote, Breaking all the Rules.

I snapped the diary shut and flopped back onto my bed.

As I stared at the ceiling, I found it impossible to comprehend that this time last year, the men in my life were as scarce as my diamond rings. Now I had so many to choose from, my head spun with the possibilities.

I stood, pulled back my covers, and climbed into bed. As I tugged my sheet up to my chin, pictures of all the wonderful men I’d met this year flashed across my closed eyes like they were on a roulette wheel.

I jumped at the sound of my phone, and groaning, I crawled out of bed, tugged it from my bag, and glanced at a number I didn’t recognize.

I jabbed the green button. “Hello?”

“Hi, Jane, it’s Richard Thompson here. Sorry to bother you, but the executive board would like to arrange another time to meet with you.”

Oh, faaark.

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