Page 90 of Bull Riders Don't Swoon

“I…I’m…fuck, I don’t know what I am, but I…” My heart feels broken and mended all at once, and my skin feels too tight. All I want right now is to be lost in Griff in a way I never have before. “Can you take us home?”

“Yes, of course. That’s what you want? No singing?”

“I want to be alone with you. You make me sing.”

Griff’s gaze never leaves mine, and he might as well wear a neon sign with his feelings. His throat bobs, and he gives a single nod.

“All right. I’ll take you home. Let’s go.”

We don’t pause for goodbyes, but we wave if anyone shouts or waves as we weave through the crowded bar. Once we’re outside and the late August air hits my skin, I shiver, but not with a chill.

Griff, always confident and protective, holds my hand as he fishes the key fob from his pocket and points it toward the parking lot. Lights flash as my truck comes to life, and when we reach it, he holds the door for me. He’s done it a million times before. Held the door and buckled me in and just fucking cared for me, but I don’t know why this feels so different.

Is it because I know what his dick feels like in my mouth and we’ve made each other come every morning for the past few months? What changed tonight for me to feel so out of sorts andso fucking emotional?

Griff drives us out of the parking lot, and I watch the streetlights dance over his face as we drive the short distance across town to his apartment. The one he’s moving out of soon to be with me.

“You’re moving in with me. To my house. Our house,” I blurt, and Griff huffs a laugh.

“I am. I’ll start packing this week if you want.”

“I want.”

Griff laughs low as he parks my truck on the street close to his apartment.

“You’re being weird, Jamie. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong. Not even close.”

He rounds the front of the truck and meets me, taking my hand as we walk to the back stairs up to his apartment.

“Okay. If nothing’s wrong, can you tell me why you gave up your bar singing? You love that. Tonight was a big night for you. You should celebrate.”

Griff holds the door open for me, and I step inside, kicking off my boots and grabbing him as soon as he locks the door behind us.

“I’m celebrating with you instead.”

I want Griff naked, and I don’t know how I want him after that. I just know I need to feel him against me and hear his moans. My name on his lips and his on mine as we lose ourselves to this electricity between us.

Our teeth clash and we stumble down the short hall to his bedroom, pieces of clothing left in our wake until Griff pushes me on his bed and tears my jeans and underwear off in one smooth motion.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful Jamie.” He presses a kiss on my knee. “So fucking beautiful.”

His lips trail paths over my legs while his hands lazily roam, and I finally find the words to tell him what I want.

“I want you to make love to me, Griff.” My cheeks burn with the words. They sound so juvenile, but I don’t know what else to say. I don’t want a quickie or a hard fuck. I want Griff to crawl inside me and stay there.

“I can do that.” He presses a harder kiss on my thigh. “In fact, I’d love to do that.”

Maybe it’s the drinks I had tonight or the buzz from the rodeo ride. Or maybe it’s both, but I’ve never felt so much at one time as I do now. Every touch of his skin against mine and every breath shared between kisses feels like nothing we’ve shared before.

Griff kisses me with a passion that burns my lips and stokes a fire so deep I might combust. This is love. I get it now. Everything he’s kept inside for years pours out. This isn’t our quick frots or blow jobs, this is so much more than that.

“Lie on your side, Jamie.”

The snick of the lube cap is impossibly loud as I shift my back towards him. His firm hand taps my thigh, and I lift my leg, gasping as he slides his cock through, brushing against my balls.

Griff’s arm holds me as he moves slowly, stroking my dick. It’s agony, it’s bliss, and I feel like I’m the luckiest man in the world to have this.

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