Page 91 of Bull Riders Don't Swoon

“Squeeze your thighs a little tighter, Jamie,” Griff breathes next to my ear, and when I do as he asks, the answering moan is better than any shanty I could sing in a bar.

“I’m so close, babe. Fuck, that feelsamazing. Don’t stop.”

There has to be a way to do this next time, so I can face him, because even though it’s an intimate act, I feel like we have an opening between us when I want none.

Griff stops moving and rests his head on my back.

“I said don’t stop,” I whine, and Griff chuckles.

“On your back. I want to kiss you when you come.”

“It’s like you read my mind.”

He spreads my legs wide and lowers himself closer. This time I’m the one trapped in the mercy of his thighs and I think I squeak in surprise as he tilts my throbbing cock back and squeezes it between his thighs.

“Wrap your legs around me.” Griff shudders when I do and I pull him as tight as I can.

Griff lowers himself over me, and I surge up to kiss him. “Holy fuck, it feels like my dick is in a vise.”

“Need me to loosen a little?”

His cock drags along my belly with every movement, and I shake my head because all language has now vanished. I’m flying.

“I got you, Jamie. I got you.”

Griff’s words are in a tunnel as I come so hard I feel like my body left Earth and crashed down harder than gravity allows. It’s only the warmth on my stomach and Griff’s words that have me tethered to earth.

“You’re shaking. Are you okay?”

Clearing my throat, I test my voice. “More than okay. I’ve never had such an incredible orgasm.” We both laugh softly, and I finally let my legs flop to the side. “For real, Griff. I’m almost sad I didn’t know sex couldbe so good.”

We lay there a little longer, just kissing and not caring about the mess that’s growing uncomfortable. Neither of us wants to break this perfect moment.

Until my stomach growls.

Griff drops his head to my shoulder, body quaking with laughter.

“Your pillow talk needs work.”

“You know I can’t control my stomach. If it’s hungry, it’s hungry.”

“Let’s get cleaned up, and I’ll make you mac and cheese.”

Smacking a giant kiss on his lips, I flip him onto his back. “You always know the way to my heart.”

Griff’s fingertips brush my cheek and then my lips. “I’ve never been brave enough to travel the whole way there. But now that I have, I don’t plan on ever leaving.”

“I like that plan.”

“How can you possibly think it’s okay for Donald Duck not to wear pants, but Mickey has to? It’s so bizarre.”

Griff made a giant pot of Kraft Dinner, and rather than dealing with the mess in the bedding, we took the pot of pasta, extra blankets and made ourselves comfortable on the couch for several hours watching old cartoons.

The pasta is long gone, and the cartoons are looping back to replay. Our eyes are heavy, but neither of us wants to sleep.

“The sun will rise in another hour. Want to stay up for it?” Griff’s voice slurs with exhaustion, and as much as I want to do that, I’m not sure I have the strength to stay awake longer.

“I’d love nothing more, but there’s a problem.”

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