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“I’ll be here,” I said, meaning it more than I’d ever meant anything. “I ain’t goin’ nowhere.”
He smiled, leaned in for one more kiss. “You mean it?”
I nodded. “I love you, Rowan. More than anything. I’ll always be here for you.”
He smiled, something warm and private that was just for me. “I’m going to hold you to that, cowboy.”
Epilogue: Rowan
Three Months Later
I had a handful of Brooks’ hair as I pinned him to the mattress, his moans filling the room.
“Is this what you need, cowboy?” I growled, grinding my cock against his lubed hole that I’d been eating out for the better part of an hour until he was a leaky, begging mess. “You want that thick cock in your ass, don’t you?”
“Yes!” Brooks cried. “Please god, fuck me… I need it so fucking bad…”
I slid into him slow, feeling every inch of him stretch around me. The tight heat of his body nearly stopped my heart as he arched beneath me, his fingers digging into my shoulders.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I whispered against his ear, my hips flush against his ass as I bottomed out. “So goddamn good, cowboy…”
Brooks’ eyes were squeezed shut, his mouth hanging open in a silent cry as I started to move. The man who barely said two words to anyone in town was now laid bare beneath me, vulnerable and wanting. His stoic facade crumbled with each thrust, replaced by something raw and beautiful.
“Look at me,” I demanded, slowing my pace to a torturous grind. “I want to see those eyes when I’mdeepinside you.”
His lashes fluttered open, those deep brown eyes hazywith pleasure as they locked onto mine. Something passed between us—something that went beyond the physical connection of our bodies.
“That’s it, cowboy,” I praised, picking up the pace again. “Let me see you.”
“Harder,” he gasped, his voice rough with need. “Please...”
I obliged, driving into him with renewed force. Each thrust wrenched another moan from his throat, his body tightening around me like he never wanted to let go. The headboard slammed rhythmically against the wall of his bedroom, the sound echoing through the otherwise quiet ranch house.
“Fuck, I’m not gonna—” Brooks’ words dissolved into a groan as his back arched off the bed. His cock jerked between us, untouched but leaking steadily onto his stomach.
I wrapped my hand around his thick, throbbing cock, stroking in time with my thrusts. “Cum for me, cowboy. Let me feel you.”
His entire body tensed beneath me, muscles contracting as he came with a hoarse shout of my name. The sight of him losing himself, combined with the vise-like grip of his body around my cock, pushed me over the edge. I buried myself deep inside him and let go, filling him as my vision blurred at the edges.
A moment later, I collapsed beside him, both of us breathing hard as sweat cooled on our skin. The ceiling fan spun lazily above us, doing little to dispel the heat of our bodies or the thick Texas summer air that had come early.
“Goddamn,” he groaned, a hand still on his cock as he slowly stroked himself. Cum smeared between his fingers as a few soft moans fell from his lips. “I’m not sure I’m ever gonna get enough of that.”
I rolled onto my side, watching him with a lazy smile as my hand found his hip. “That so?” I traced the ridge of muscle there, still marveling that I could touch him like this. Three months ago, I’d have laughed if someone told me I’d be in Brooks Callahan’s bed, both of us naked and spent.
“Mmm,” he hummed, those brown eyes finding mine as his hand stilled. A flush crept up his neck that had nothing to do with our activities. “I just mean... it’s good. Real good.”
I leaned in, pressing my lips to the corner of his mouth. “You’re not so bad yourself, cowboy.”
The nickname made him smile, just a quirk at the edges of his lips. When we’d first started this—whatever this was—he’d grumbled about it. Now he wore it like a badge of honor, especially when I whispered it against his skin.
Brooks shifted, wincing slightly as he moved to face me. “Should probably clean up.”
“Probably.” But neither of us moved, content to lie there in the afterglow, listening to the distant lowing of cattle and the creak of the old ranch house.
“We should probably do chores soon.” He leaned close, pressing his forehead against mine. “But I don’t wanna get up just yet.”
“Then don’t,” I smiled, kissing his nose. “Animals can’t tell time. Ten minutes ain’t gonna kill ‘em.”
