Page 67 of Bull Riders Don't Swoon

“Nothing. He just wants cheesecake, and can you blame him? This place makes the best.”

We all chatter about anything and everything. Griff even fills everyone in about his dad, and Gabe offers him help if he needs to step in to act as a power of attorney. We talk about the next rodeo and the Kissing Ridge Rodeo in two weeks’ time.

Jackson says he’s excited to get out there with Hunter again, and it’s nice to hear the excitement in his voice as he talks about the hydroponics and the crazy stuff the dogs have been up to.

Eventually, I ease back into the couch with my second tart, and Griff cuddles a little closer.

And I fucking love my life.

twenty-one

Griff

Watching Jamieson sleep in my bed and knowing he’s naked under the covers,my covers, is almost surreal. Since our road trip, he’s spent every night at my place, and I’m certainly not complaining.

A crack in my curtains shines a sliver of sunlight into the room, just enough to make you open your eyes if you’re dozing. Well, as long as you’re not a deep sleeper like Jamie.

Today, he surprises me and cracks one sleepy eye open.

“Stop staring at me when I sleep. It’s stalker vibes, Griff.”

Laughing, I lean forward and press a kiss to his lips. “Sorry, I couldn’t help it.” I trace a fingertip along his chest. “I like waking up to you.”

Jamie wraps a hand around my wrist and pulls on my arm. “Get your sexy ass over here.”

With some rustling of blankets and laughter, we wrestle until I pull him on top of me. “Well, this is good, too,” he whispers as his hips move and press our morning wood together.

“Part of my master plan,” I whisper as he kisses my neck and ruts against me. When I told Jamie penetrative sex was off the table, I wasn’t sure if we could be compatible. I’d spent years watching him with both men and women, but I never asked for intimate detailsabout how it went down behind closed doors. I assumed he was like his bull rider personality and liked the thrill of a fast ride.

Many times, my imagination sent my jealous brain into a tailspin with thoughts of him bending people over—literally—at his whim.

Turns out Jamie kept his own secrets and prefers to take things slow, and he likes to touch…a lot. For Jamieson, the greatest buildup is teasing exposed skin and simply being against another body. Every single caress has a purpose, and there’s just something about his attention to the little things that ignites the flame I’ve always kept for him.

His lithe body undulates against me, lighting up every nerve in my body, and I arch up into him with a sigh. His lips smile against my skin as his fingers brush over my hardened nipples, and a sudden puff of air escapes my lips.

“I love how you gasp like that when I touch you.”

He does it again, and I shamelessly grip his ass and push him harder against me. “I l-love it when you do.”

“Wrap your legs around me.” When I do as he asks, Jamie shudders. “Fuck, yes.” He plasters himself against my chest, and I hold on to him tightly as we both move in an erotic slide, chasing our orgasms.

He rests his forehead against mine, and our pants mix in the space between us. Jamieson kisses me, his tongue parting my lips with a gentleness I crave, and I moan against his mouth.

“Griff…” Jamie tenses, and the hot splash of his release hits my skin.

“Oh, fuck!” My balls draw tight, and I unload between us with an orgasm that catches me by surprise. Jamie always seems to dothat to me. He gets me to the edge without me noticing how close I really am. It’s intense, and I wouldn’t change a thing.

“You get his pinkish tint all over after we have sex, and it’s the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen.”

Jamie pushes up and hovers over me to survey my body as much as he can, clearly pleased with himself.

“Adorable? Really?”

He settles back down over me and kisses my nose. “Really.”

“I guess I could be called worse things.”

“Absolutely. Besides, I like adorable.” He rolls off me and finds my hand on the bed, clasping our fingers together. The mood changes and, like the flow of electricity through wires, Jamie’s nerves channel through his hand to mine. “I need to talk to you about something.”

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