Page 45 of Bull Riders Don't Swoon

“Jamie…I…” Griff rests his forehead on my shoulder while he moves his hips. A slow rock that brushes against my rock-hard cock every time he draws back. It’s the intimacy of the entire action that holds me back from mauling him like a starving animal. Almost like he’s afraid of what this means.

My hands roam and map every line and curve on his back until they rest on his ass, content with their final destination. He sits back, chest heaving as he reaches between us and runs his thumb over the tip of my cock, before touching it to his lips with a sexy grin.

“One day I’ll know the taste of every inch of you, but right now I’m probably gonna shoot the moment you touch me.”

“I want to see that.”

Griff reaches back and guides my hand to his length. Never letting my gaze leave his, I stroke him slow and firm, watching as his body coils over me before releasing the sexiest, horniest moan I’ve ever heard. Griff’s load lands hot on my dick after a few short pulls, just as he predicated, and I’m not mad about it. He let himself go, fully and completely, just for me. No more hiding.

I pull him down to my lips with my free hand and kiss him. Nibbling his lip and scraping along his stubbled jaw.

“You just came on my dick, and I’ve never been so turned on. Make me come, Griff.”

Like him, it doesn’t take much to send me over the edge because every inch of my body is on fire for him. A live grenade and any touch from Griff pulls the pin.

With a groan, I drop my head back and come hard. Spurts of cum hit my stomach and chest and I have to blink my eyes a few times to clear my vision.

“Holy shit, Jamie,” he pants as he leans forward to feather kisses across my jaw. “Just…holy shit,” he says again before pressing his lips to mine.

Sweaty, covered in cum, and with Griff’s lips on mine, I couldn’t be more content.

“You’re right. That’s better than arguing,” I puff against his lips.

“We should clean up…again.” He laughs softly. “Then get a decent sleep before we have to drive tomorrow.”

“This wasn’t how I thought this vacation would go. What do you think the guys will say when we get back?”

Not that it matters to me, but I want to know where his mind is on the issue.

“I think they’ll be happy if we are. Any regrets?” Griff slides his nose along mine, and the tender gesture shifts my emotions again.

“One.” Griff stiffens, but I meet his gaze. “That I didn’t buy more blueberry muffins.”

My stomach growls, and I grin.

Griff kisses me with a laugh, and I honestly can’t think of another time I felt this complete.

fifteen

Griff

This thing with Jamieson is both odd and exhilarating.

Do I want to shout at everyone to back off because this bull rider is mine? Fucking right, I do.

But I’m also worried about what people might think. Jamieson could do better than me, I’m sure, and there are a few cowboys on this circuit he’s hooked up with over the years who are likely wondering what he sees in a bullfighter like me.

The old nagging thought of him being distracted while he rides because of me rages to the front of my concerns.

“Hey, buddy! I didn’t think you’d be working. I heard about the arm.”

Another bullfighter that I’ve become friends with, Dalton, smacks my shoulder as he sits next to me.

“It’s just an arm. I can still work.”

“Oh, true. I guess I thought you might take some downtime before getting back to it.”

My memories are still fresh from the getaway I took with Jamieson, and my lips turn into a smile.

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