The pain distracted me and I wasn’t ready to come so I drove harder and deeper focusing on the pleasure, burying the anger and regret that threatened to bubble to the surface day and night.
I came in a burst, and held my body still as I throbbed and shook grateful for the release, needing the sleep that followed.
I collapsed beside Abigail.
“That’s better,” she said, her nails tracing along my arm.
“Night babe,” I said. I closed my eyes and kissed her before I rolled away. I was afraid if my eyes were open, she’d know the truth.
Abigail would always be in second place. She was a conciliation prize.
My cowboy heart still belonged to Shea Marie O’Toole.