Page 29 of Running to the Cowboy

The strangeness of this new sensation quickly subsides into a slow, massaging rhythm, and soon, I forget any discomfort.

But almost as quickly as I adapt to our joining, Wylie suddenly pulls away from me, rolling to his side. The separation is abrupt and

nearly makes me panic that I did something wrong.

“Wylie. Are you okay?”

“I’m good, baby. Shit! I’m…coming…”

A fresh wave of pleasure ripples through me when I hear the strange noises coming from his throat as he erupts.

He comes in pulses all over his lower abdomen, his chest heaving as he lies flat on his back.

Once again, I don’t know what to do with my hands, so I weave my fingers through his hair, stroking his head, and wait for him to finish.

“Was that good? Did I do it right?”

My cowboy doesn’t seem to have any words left. Only sleepy laughter.

He sounds different, and so do I.

Shocked, sated, and defiled, I fall asleep in his arms with a smile on my face.

I sleep until well after the sun is up, feeling happily hollowed out.

I smile and hug the pillow, biting it bashfully when I recall everything we did last night.

Wylie gave me my first orgasm, something I didn’t even know was possible.

The way Wylie touched me was astonishing but also shameless, gentle, and perfect. I don’t ever remember feeling this way about anybody or anything.

I’ve never felt attached to anyone this way.

I certainly didn’t know a man could make me feel this good.

Everything is different now.

I feel satisfied, relaxed, whole, and…wow, so hungry.

Rolling over, I reach for Wylie. To my dismay, he’s not in the bed with me. That’s when I notice the glimmer of light seeping through the window.

I’m late. Wylie’s already gone out to do morning chores.

I overslept!

“Oh no!” I shriek, flying out of the bed.

I’ve failed on day two of my first paying job. There’s no way they’re going to pay me for this.

On the nightstand is a cold cup of coffee and a notification on my phone. I pick it up and read it, holding my breath.

“Olivia,

I know you’ll wake up in a panic that you overslept but think nothing of it.

I had a lot on my mind, so I got up early and made breakfast for the crew. There’s plenty left over for you. I wrapped up a plate for you, and it’s in the fridge.

Text me when you get up and let me know how you’re doing.

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