Page 57 of Cowboy and the Convict

Devon kicked away his own clothes before stretching back out down the center of her bed. “Reasons don’t matter, J. Only results.” He lifted one hand, a condom pinched between his first and middle finger. “Don’t get lazy on me now. You said all I had to do was lay here, and I’m going to hold you to it.”

She snatched away the rubber, still fucking smiling because somehow sex with Devon wasn’t just hot, it was also fun. “Watch it. I might have all my fun and then get off the ride.” She tore open the foil packet and started rolling the condom into place. “Leave you to fend for yourself.”

“We’ve already established that I’m well-versed in the art of fending for myself.” He gripped her hips as she settled over him. “And you never know, you might like watching.”

She leaned forward, the thought of one of Devon’s big fists working his cock circling through her mind as she aligned their bodies and slowly sank down. “Is that an offer?”

Devon’s nostrils flared as he watched her body engulf his. “I’m sure we could work something out.” He let out a low groan as she seated herself completely, the backs of her thighs meeting his hips. “Fuck that’s good.”

“Yeah?” Janie braced both hands on his chest, using it for leverage as she moved, rocking her body onto his.

“Yeah.” One of Devon’s hands gripped her hip as the other flattened across her lower belly, pressing in just a little on the soft flesh above her pubic bone as his thumb settled over her clit.

The next time she sank down had her pussy clenching as sensation swirled both inside and outside. Her eyes flew open on a gasp to find Devon smirking up at her. “Told you it was good.”

She rocked again and again, his dick hitting something inside that had her toes curling and the threat of an impending orgasm barreling toward the finish line. When his palm pressed a little more, she discovered the pressure he put on her belly was creating the star-seeing sensation.

If she hadn’t already been dangerously close to falling in love with him, that move would have done the trick. Between his hand and his thumb, there was no stopping her. She barely made it another minute before she started to lose her rhythm, unable to maintain her stride as her pussy clenched.

Devon picked up where she left off, thrusting up into her, sending her flying over the edge, his cock swelling as he came along with her.

When it was over, she collapsed on top of him, breathing heavy, that stupid smile still on her face.

Because Devon was right. They did fit. She could deny it all she wanted. Spend every day waiting for the other shoe to drop, sure it would all fall apart. Or she could embrace it. Embrace him. No pressure. No fear. If things didn’t work out, she was the only one who would get hurt, and it’s not like she hadn’t been through that before.

Devon rolled them to their sides, grabbing the throw she draped across the bottom of the bed and pulling it up over their naked bodies. “By the way,” he pulled her closer, sliding one of his legs between hers, “the girls know we’re together.”

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Devon

SHARON FLIPPED ON the oven light, bending at the waist to peer through the window at her cooking turkey. "It's looking good." She straightened, wiping her hands on the apron tied at her waist. "What time did you say your parents were going to get here?"

"They'll be here at two." He continued scrubbing through the large pots and pans that didn't fit in the dishwasher. "And I made sure my mom is only bringing her sweet potato casserole." He'd tried to convince her to bring nothing at all, but failed.

"Well that is very nice of her." Sharon grabbed the large bowl she used to mix up the stuffing as he rinsed it and she went to work drying it off. "That's just our generation. We don't feel right showing up somewhere without bringing food."

It wasn't just her generation that felt that way, which is why he hadn't been completely forthcoming with Janie about what was going on this afternoon.

Or who all would be there.

Janie had a tendency to get in her own head and overthink. Knowing she’d be spending the day with not just his parents but also his dead wife’s mother would have had her climbing the walls. She wasn’t going to be happy, but he’d take her wrath over knowing she’d spent the past few days stressing herself out over this.

But Janie wasn’t the only one he’d been holding back on.

Taking a deep breath, he braced for Sharon’s reaction. "I invited a friend of mine to join us today."

Sharon continued drying the bowl in her hands. "Oh?" She wasn't looking at him, but her spine barely stiffened and her head tipped his way.

"It's actually someone you know."

He knew Sharon wouldn't fault him for having a relationship. Knew she wouldn't be angry or offended. But she would be sad, and his mother-in-law had already spent so much of her time sad, he hated to add any more minutes to her tally.

After putting the bowl away, she turned to meet his eyes. "Janie?"

Part of him was a little surprised at the accuracy of her guess. She had caught him coming to Janie's place, but the differences between Janie and Maggie were vast enough he thought she might not put it all together.

Offering a nod, he confirmed her suspicions. "Janie."

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