Page 82 of Rough Ride with the Grumpy Cowboy
I recall how unwelcome I was the first month, but now Zane and I are in love and happy—as happy as we can be with everythinggoing on. But my love for him is toxic and could kill him, so I’ll leave and he will be safe.
He’s not in his bedroom when I walk in, and I’m about to call out to him when I hear the shower running. I set the bowl down on the nightstand and start stripping so I can join him.
In the bathroom, I take a moment to admire him, take in his sexy physique that I am going to miss so much. He turns around, smiles when he sees me, and beckons me with his finger. I slide the glass doors open and join him.
“Hi there, gorgeous,” he greets, pulling me flush against him.
“Should you be standing for so long? Your leg,” I point out.
“I’m okay. I had to wash the hospital smell off me, and it was taking you too long—otherwise I’d have asked for a sponge bath,” he teases.
“I’m here now.”
“Good, because I need you,” he declares just as he picks me up.
Instinctively, I wrap my legs around his waist as he pushes me against the wall.
“Zane, your leg!” I exclaim, trying to get down, but he won’t let me.
“My leg is fine—another part of me, however, is not,” he rasps out, rubbing the head of his cock against my sensitive lower lips.
I moan, all previous protests forgotten as he starts pushing forward, slowly at first, his thick cock sliding into me inch by inch until he is all the way inside me.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he grunts as he buries his face in my cleavage.
I can’t stop the tears from rolling down my cheeks as I caress his hair. Thankfully the water is raining down on us, washing my tears away.
This is goodbye, and it hurts even more that I’m the only one who is aware.
He starts moving me, steadily raising and lowering me on his cock. How is he so strong with a broken leg? Either that or I weigh next to nothing.
But he’s proving to be stable, so I hold on to his shoulders, throwing my head back against the wall in ecstasy. He sucks on my nipples, playing with my breasts, driving me mad with pleasure.
I’m going to miss him so much.
I pull his head up and kiss him hard, pouring all my emotions into the kiss. He matches my energy, leaving me breathless. He grabs my ass and adjusts our position slightly so that now his thrusts are slow, meaningful, and hitting just the right spot.
“Zane,” I moan, feeling my pussy walls clench—a sign that I am close.
“I’m here,” he groans, maintaining his pace.
I want to see him as I climax, so I open my eyes and look at him. He is staring at me with every emotion under the sun playing on his face, and it tugs at my heartstrings.
“I love you,” he rasps out.
“I love you, so much more.”
“Cum with me,” he begs.
That’s all he needs to ask as I climax hard, clamping my walls around his cock. He comes inside me in one long groan, dropping his head onto my chest. We stay like this for a while until he pulls back, kisses my forehead, and sets me down on my feet.
I pick up the soap and loofah and proceed to wash him. He smiles as he lets me take my time with him, not knowing that this is one of the last acts of intimacy between us. Come dawn, I will be gone and he will be safe.
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ZANE
I stir awake, feeling confused when my arms feel a bit too empty. Usually, when we sleep, Ava is wrapped around me like a clingy koala bear. With a sleepy groan, I reach out to her side of the bed and come up blank. Puzzled, I’m forced to open my eyes and sure enough, I’m alone in bed.
