Page 58 of Bull Riders Don't Swoon

“Nothing you can do with me will ever be bad, Jamie. I want to be with you. I always have.”

“Is it stupid to say I’m afraid of fucking all this up and losing you?”

Griff’s eyes widen, and he shakes his head.

“No, because I keep feeling that, too. That it’s stupid for me to take a chance with you, but I think even if it didn’t work out with us, I’d never be able to shed you. I’ve lived with you under my skin for ten years, Jamie. Like your tattoo…having you in my life is rather permanent now.”

“I never knew you were so poetic.”

Griff pulls us closer, and my cock brushes his. “Not poetic. Just dying for you to make me see stars.” His lips tilt in a playful grin as he rocks his hips into mine. “I love you. I love what you did here tonight, but I’d really like you to make me come.”

He pulls me over of him and hooks his legs behind my ass. I get the hint and rut against him. He shifts his hips when I move, and each time he does, our dicks meet differently, every touch better than the last. Griff sighs and pulls my head down, kissing me with a hunger that makes my toes tingle. The man knows how to kiss.

“Fuck, Griff…”

He rolls to his side and reaches for the bedside table. After pawing in his drawer, he has a bottle of lube, and squirts some into his hand. “I want to show you what I like.”

“I’m all in.”

“Good, because it’s always better with a partner,” Griff jokes, but I don’t laugh because he strokes my hard cock with a well-lubed hand and words are…extremely difficult to form.

After smearing the lube between his thighs, he snuggles back to my chest and lines us up. Instead of holding my cock to his ass, he guides it under between his thighs, and my dick rubs up under his ball sack.

Griff squeezes his thighs together and turns his head over his shoulder for a kiss.

Our harsh breathing and sloppy kisses fill the air, and I hold him so tight to me, it’s a wonder we can both still breathe. I bat his hand away from his dick and stroke him in time to my thrusts.

Griff groans, and the warmth of his release coats my hand. “Jamie…” He clamps his thighs together as my balls draw tight and I come so hard the aftershocks of my body shake the headboard.

Jesus. There’re men out there who don’t like this? Fucking idiots.

“Holy hell, Jamie.” Griff laughs softly and kisses the back of my hand while I summon all my mental capacity to form words. I’ve never felt so wrung out from an orgasm before. Is that what love does?

“I think my brain just went offline,” I mumble, and the bed shakes with Griff’s laughter.

“Can you at least bring it online enough to tell me if you liked it? There are other positions if you don't like that one.”

Turning my head on the pillow, I stare at Griff.

Griff’s face glows. Not just post-sex glow. He’s truly happy. Or maybe I’m seeing something that’s not really there because I’m still so blissed out.

“I think my temporary loss of speech and body convulsions speak to how much I liked it, babe. I’ve never felt this before, Griff. I’m hot and tingling and feel like the luckiest guy in the world.”

“Sounds like you have a fever.”

Snorting, I roll onto him and hover over his face. “Just a fever for you.”

“Oh my god. Please don’t start with all the cheesy sayings and shit. I don’t know if I can handle that.”

“Okay. How about this…I can’t wait to start a new life with you. I love you and you’re amazing.”

His features soften, and he reaches a hand to cup my cheek. “Better. Shower with me?”

“I’d never turn that down.”

Griff’s jaw is tight as he drives my truck and even in the light of the early morning hour, I know all I can do is just be here.

I wish I could do more, but after talking to my parents about Griff’s dad and learning more about alcoholism, I know it’s all I can offer right now. Just to be here and take care of him when he needs it.

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