Page 35 of Forever C*cky

Instead, she floors me completely by kneeling on the seat, grabbing my face, and kissing the hell out of me. She takes my breath… and wakes up the rest of me, too.

Then, she leans back and grins. “If you say so, Cowboy Cocky.” She glances around at the trees and the river before letting her eyes travel over me, making my cock rise like a surrender flag on the battlefield. She giggles and taps the semi-hard head, causing me to groan. Then, she raises her brow. “Though, I think we should probably get dressed. I mean, I’m appreciating the view but since I’ll be seeing more of it, perhaps you should re-clothe that delicious body and we should finish up for the day. Wouldn’t want anyone to come out here looking for us and find us like this, now would we?!”

Reaching for her clothes on the hood, I toss them at her. “Good idea.” They bounce off her chest and I waggle my brows. “I love my men, but I think I’ll save the picture of you in your birthday suit for me alone.”

I laugh as I wiggle into my semi-dry panties and bra and slip my tank back on. “And here I was thinking cowboys shared things.”

The hell we do.

Not the things that seem like they could matter…

Some things are never meant to be shared.

She’s mattering to you already, Falcon?!

She’s been here all of two days.

Yeah, and in the two days she’s been here, she’s stirred up pretty much every emotion that I swore I was never going to allow myself to feel again.

Son of a bitch…

Is it too late to decide this is a really bad idea?

Hell yes, it is…

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