Page 31 of Claimed By the Cowboys

I don’t finish that thought. Dalton’s tongue cuts me off, and I’m completely lost.

I lean back, moaning as he works my clit. One big hand comes up to join his mouth, and I feel his thick fingers press inside me.

Good lord. I’m so wet that I can hear the noises from his fingers pressing inside me. But I don’t care. Wave after wave of sensations spin over me. I feel like I’m getting tighter, somehow. Like everything is winding up, and when it finishes, I’m going to come apart.

I’m so close. My back arches up. I’m twisting my hips as much as I can, trying to get Dalton to give me more. He’s so close to something, and I just…

He pulls back. “Come for me, darlin’.”

Then, a couple things happen at once. His fingers that are deep inside me curl, his mouth wraps around my clit. And the orgasm that’s been simmering at the edges of my awareness explodes.

I gasp as it washes over me. I come so hard that my vision kind of goes fuzzy at the edges, and I shudder as a ricochet of sensation cascades over my skin. Dalton’s fingers disappear from my body, and I moan at their loss.

“Piper.”

Dalton is kneeling on the bed, his knees where his shoulders were a minute ago. His boxers are halfway down his ass, and he’s frozen, staring at me.

“You good?” he asks.

I nod.

“You really want this?” His voice is shaking.

I blink, studying him a little more thoroughly. Dalton’s face looks like it’s strained, and his eyes are searching mine. There’s a little wrinkle of worry in between his eyebrows, and unless I’m mistaken… Dalton is nervous.

I sit up on my elbows. The orgasm is still making my head a little fuzzy, but I look over at him. “I do. Do you?”

His mouth gets tight. “Always.”

I don’t have time to think about that word. It sticks, though, catching in my mind as I watch Dalton pull his boxers down the rest of the way.

When he takes himself in his hand, I gulp a little. He’s big.

Dalton leans forward, his eyes glued to mine.

“If you want me to stop, tell me,” he whispers.

I shake my head. “That’s not it.”

It’s the opposite. I don’t want Dalton to stop. I want this. I wanthim.

But I also think that I might have made a huge mistake. Because after we do this, there’s no way in hell that I can just be his friend anymore.

Dalton’s hand comes to my face. He strokes my cheek gently, reassuringly. I close my eyes and lean into it.

“Piper. No matter what, you’re one of my best friends. You’re important to me. Special,” he whispers. “I want you to have whatever you want. I want this.”

It’s what I need to hear, but it’s still missing something…

I want you.

The thought fills me with longing, and I know what’s missing.

No matter what, no matter how intimate this feels, it’s kind of a moot point. Because we’re friends. Helping each other out. And that’s it.

“Piper?”

I look up at him and do my best to let a smile slip over my lips.

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