Page 11 of His Cowboy Heart

“It’s a wonder the entire party didn’t hear it. I saw you go in there and was about to knock on the door and tell you and Studly Stan to take it somewhere else because I had work to do, but the guy started wailing like you were killing him in there. You may be good with that mouth of yours, my friend, but no one’s that good.”

Before I could even respond that Studly Stanley had turned out to be Dudley Stanley, Brooks’s face went all soft and glowy again.

“Actually, there is one guy?—”

“Okay, we’re done here,” I said as I grabbed his hand and tugged him to his feet. “Go find your man and do it against a hay bale or something.” I practically shoved Brooks out of the room.

“Been there, done that,” he called just as I shut the door in his face. I couldn’t help but envision the scene in my head, though the main stars most definitely weren’t Brooks and Xavier.

Goosebumps began to pop up along my arms, and my dick automatically hardened as I felt the harsh scrape of hay against my exposed skin while being bent over one of those hay bales. One of Hot Cowboy’s hands was holding me down while the other was wrapped around my hip so I couldn’t move as his thick, hot dick slammed into me from behind over and over. The sound of his heavy balls slapping against my skin had me sliding down the door until I was sitting on my ass. My fingers were burrowing into the hay, and I had my head buried against my arm as I took everything he gave me. He’d ordered me not to come, but the scrape of his zipper along my ass every time he thrust into me was making me crazed.

I could see the picture we made. Me, half naked and bent over the hay with my pants wrapped around my ankles, and him, fully clothed, taking ownership of me, of our bodies. It wasn’t until his dick began hitting my prostate that I knew I was going to pull a Dudley Stanley and blow my wad too soon. Hot Cowboy had promised that if I held out long enough, he’d reward me handsomely, but I already had my reward.

His words.

The ones I’d been so desperate to hear.

Then he was grunting my name as he spilled himself deep inside of me. He kept shoving into me, his release heating my overstretched muscles. I was being burned alive from inside of my own body and it wasn’t enough. His order for me to come wasn’t enough. The weight of his heavy body collapsing onto mine even as his cock continued to jerk inside of me and thick semen began to slide over my rock-hard balls wasn’t enough.

It was one word that did it. One simple word that no man had ever said to me before, during, or after fucking me.

Jules.

I cried out as jet after jet of jizz began to shoot out of me. He kept repeating my name, his lips a soft whisper against my ear. He rammed into me to heighten my orgasm with every wave that tore through me, but the way he said my name never changed. Not through the mind-blowing orgasm that left me sobbing in relief or the soft kisses he placed along the back of my neck as the aftershocks of pleasure rolled over me.

In fact, the way he said my name never changed after that, and I knew it never would.

“Jules, I’ve got my cell on me if you need me!”

Brooks’s shout and subsequent quick rap on my door as he walked past it ripped me from the safety of my fantasy. That little light that had started to warm my entire body was once again snuffed out. Problem was that the light hadn’t been the only part of my body that had reacted to the delicious daydream.

I was still sitting on my ass by the door, but my spent dick was lying limply between my fisted hand that was covered in semen. I could barely breathe. My muscles seemed in no hurry to make me move. And that damn whisper kept floating around in my head.

Fantasy Hot Cowboy’s whisper. Fantasy Hot Cowboy who had somehow learned my name and a whole lot more about me than I would have liked.

I dropped my head back against the door. I still couldn’t believe that at some point, my fantasy of being fucked over a hay bale had mixed with reality and I’d actually jerked myself off to the point that I had come in real life at the same time I’d come during the fantasy.

“Shit,” I muttered. Not only was I stuck with Hot Cowboy’s presence during my waking hours, I had a feeling he’d be back every time I let myself have a moment of quiet.

Okay, so problem solved.

Stay away from Hot Cowboy for however long I was in the ironically named town of Eden.

Keep busy enough to prevent Fantasy Hot Cowboy from making appearances in both night and day dreams.

Get my now very eager ass back on plane and far away from every version of Hot Cowboy.

“Easy enough,” I said with a shrug, ignoring the cooling cum on my skin or the fact that my limp dick was growing less and less limp by the minute. “Easy,” I repeated as I began cleaning myself up as best I could so I could get started on my plan.

Easy.

ChapterFive

FLYNN

“Yeah,you like that, don’t you, my sweet girl? You want some more?”

The low voice caught my attention just as I was about to lift the saddle onto my horse’s back. I was standing in his stall, so I hadn’t noticed or heard anyone come into the barn, but they certainly could have been there before I’d walked in.

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