Page 57 of Cowboys Can't Kiss

“Yes,” he sighs and sags against me. “Please, Jackson.”

With the tender care he deserves, I pull his shirt over his head before unzipping his jeans and pushing them to the floor. The bright red lace boyshort-style underwear is a surprise. Not unwelcome, but still a surprise.

Riley watches me as he steps out of his jeans while I kneel at his feet. His hard cock presses against the fabric and I lean forward to press a kiss through the lace.

“Red is a good colour on you.” My voice is thick as I stand and Riley’s hands immediately fly to the buttons on my shirt.

“Thank you. I bet it looks even better on the floor.”

Despite my nervousness, I laugh. Riley rewards me with a smile before sliding my shirt off my shoulders and running his hands down my chest. “Good lord, Jackson. You’ve been hiding all this under clothes.” His fingers dust down my abs before reaching for my belt buckle. “You’re incredibly fit.”

“Must be the hummus.”

Riley snorts as he releases my belt. “Or all those baby carrots.”

With my pants falling under the weight of my belt, Riley moves to lower himself to his knees, but I grab his arm. “I don’t want you to do that. Let me.”

His brows knit together as I step away and shuck my jeans aside before pulling him back against me. “One day, yeah. I want to see what you look like on your knees, but tonight it’s about you.”

“You really are a romantic, aren’t you?”

“More than you know.”

Riley isn’t small. He’s roughly the same height as me and while he’s thinner, he has a sleek and toned body. But I wrestle four-hundred-pound steers for a living. I know I can scoop him up easily for what I want to do next.

He squeaks when I sweep him into my arms bridal style and lay him down on the bed before blanketing myself over him.

“That’s hot. And unexpected.”

Riley’s arms wrap around my neck, and he pulls me down to his lips.

“Everything about this is unexpected, Rye.”

I’ve never felt so keyed up before to have a lover touch me. Every soft touch and kiss is like gasoline to a fire. I want to bottle every moan and sigh so I can listen whenever I’m away from him.

“I haven’t had a make-out session like this since I was a teenager,” Riley gasps and I go for the little space along his collarbone that he seems to enjoy having kissed.

“Get used to it. It’s one of my favourite things to do.” My hand skims up his side and he shivers.

“But you’re gonna let me come, right? This isn’t—oh, hell Jackson, don’t stop.” He arches into my palm once I slide my hand over his cock in his now very sticky, lacy shorts.

“Isn’t what, Rye?”

“Isn’t going to end in frustration like when the parents come home and we have to pretend we were only watching a movie.”

Slipping my hand under the band of his shorts, I grip his length as I whisper near his ear. “No frustration. I want to see how beautiful you really are when you come because of me. Show me how good you feel right now.”

Riley’s hand grips the back of my neck as he presses his lips to mine. His other hand plunges into my boxers like he’s desperate to touch me. Maybe he is.

“We should have got completely naked,” he breathes as he wraps his fingers around my length. My breath hitches as I press my forehead against his.

“God, Riley…”

I give myself over to him instead of making myself wait like I planned. I just wanted to see him come undone under me and make a mess of his usually put-together self. Riley kisses me with heat I feel to the soles of my feet, and in one white flash of a moment, my body uncoils, and I come in his hand.

Fuck, I’ve never come that fast in my life, and I should be embarrassed, but Riley… lord. He jacks his hips up into my fist and I get back into the game. Stroking across the tip of his dick, I’m in awe at how he gives his body to me for his pleasure.

“Yessss, I’m so close, Jack. Make me…” With my free hand, I cup his balls with a small squeeze. His mouth quivers with an O as his gaze locks on mine. “God…Jackson…”

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