Page 62 of Wild, Wild Cowboy

I kept my eyes open and it was Zack.

Zack’s breath mingling with my moans.

Zack’s sweat dropping onto my bare arms.

Zack’s cock touching those places deep inside.

Only Zack.

And I was safe.

Then I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer, oh god, I couldn’t do anything but feel and hold on. I came on an explosion, sobbing and shouting, pulse after pulse of pleasure rocketing through me. I heard another shout, hoarse and deep.

Zack. It was Zack.

I opened my eyes. My glasses were fogged up, but for the first time, I felt like I was finally seeing clearly.

And what I saw was Zack.

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ZACK

Adam:

Where the fuck are you? Why aren’t you home yet?

Brax:

Yeah, get your ass back here. Some of us are sick of covering your ranch chores while you relax on vacation.

Zack:

We’ll be there by dinner.

Brax:

Good. I’ll save you some chores.

Adam:

Did you get Hurricane Red?

Zack:

Yeah. We Essie Price’d that shit.

Brax:

…

Adam:

…

Brax:

Oh, hell. You stole a horse, didn’t you.

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