Page 124 of My Cowboy Freedom
He could be that guy. The one I give everything up to.
He’s sweet. Fit. He likes me and he’s kind.
I’d never had anyone like Rock before. I’d never had connection or intimacy. Smiles and secrets.
Rock wanted a boyfriend and I didn’t know how to be one.
A brief, bright flare of shame washed over me.
“Tell me what you need,” I begged.
“I got lube.” He whispered, lifting and bending my knees until they were pressed against my chest. I could barely breathe from the excitement that flooded me. He held me there for what seemed like an endless time, looking into my eyes while he stroked me open.
“I just need you, Sky.”
I nodded. Couldn’t speak. Pain accompanied his first push inside me, unintentional, but sharp and lasting.
“They can’t take this,” he whispered next to my ear.
“What?” I cupped his face between my hands as he eased inside me. “Who can’t?”
“No matter what. They won’t be able take this away from me.”
“Wait—” Alarm and arousal dizzied me. My mouth went dry and my cock flagged, but his hands, his clever, clever fingers strummed over me while he dotted kisses over my jaw, my neck, the vulnerable half-shaved place beneath my ear.
“Shh.” He kissed me again, pushing deeper. “Okay?”
“Yeah.” I panted. “Go... More...”
His cock was big enough to steal my breath. Thick and long. Accommodating Rock’s dick was not a piece of cake. I arched and stretched and clung to his shoulders and when he started to move my breath came in gulps and gasps instead of sighs. My body yielded with a silent shudder, and he was in.
“Christ, you’re tight.” Brow furrowed, he paused to let me get used to his size. “You sure you done this before?”
“Don’t tease.” I let my head fall back, exposing my throat for his kisses. “You know I’m about as pure as a public toilet.”
He pulled back to frown down at me. “I don’t know any such thing.”
I found it easier to look at Maisy. “I never lied about that.”
“Except to yourself.” He hadn’t moved yet. That either made him the most patient son of a bitch in the world or some kind of idiot.
I gripped his hips to pull him toward me, but he was having none of it.
“You think I care about the men who had you before me?”
When I didn’t answer, he gripped my chin. Forced me to look right in his eyes.
“You think it matters how many?”
It obviously didn’t matter to him. Or it mattered too much. “Doesn’t it?”
“Are you with me now?”
“I—” A little pop of his hips sent fire racing up my spine. My mouth fell open on a groan.
“Pay attention. Are you with me now?”
My mouth was so dry, I croaked, “Yeah.”
