Page 125 of CowSex
“Koa,” I call as I walk back towards the bed.
Nothing.
I pull the quilt back and can’t help but to lick my lips at the sight of his big, hard body lying in my bed. He’s wearing Under Armour trunks in a silvery colour, and they outline his semi-hard dick perfectly. Shame I’m not gonna have time to enjoy that anytime soon.
“Koa,” I tug on his beard this time, and he finally stirs. “Round two, Cowboy. Your other psycho-bitch-ex is at the door. I’m gonna go open it before she knocks it down. Splash your face and clean your teeth, you smell like a brewery,” I order.
His eyes open, and he gives me the most beautiful smile I’ve ever been on the receiving end of.
“I think I wanna marry you,” he sings croakily. I’m stunned into silence for a few moments.
“What?”
Another bang at the front door has me worried that the stained glass is gonna rattle out of its frame and smash to the floor.
“All right,” I call out. “Hold your horses.”
The smile disappears from Koa’s face as he finally catches up and scissors from the bed.
“Splash your face, clean your teeth. I’ll head ’em off at the pass, Cowboy.”
He slaps my arse, and I give a “Yee-haw,” twirling my invisible lasso around my head as I gallop to the door as if I’m riding a horse.
His discombobulated marriage proposal has caused an adrenalin high to rush through my system, and I’m feeling a little out of control.
I hit the bottom stair and can see the outline of two people right in front of the door. One tall, one small. I swing it open.
“Who’a you? Where’s Daddy? I like your jammies.”
I look down at another clone of Koa. This version is tiny, petite, and female. She marches right by me. I reluctantly turn my attention to the woman still standing on the front veranda.
“Morning,” I offer cheerily.
She’s stunning in an overly made up for seven in the morning Kate Beckinsale kind of way.
“Where’s Koa?” She ignores my greeting, much like I expected.
“Just getting out of the shower, he won’t be a sec.”
“And you are?”
I debate whether to tell her I’m the brass he paid to spend the night giving him blowjobs and anal but decide it might be a tad inappropriate seeing as she’s about to leave her daughter in our care.
“I’m Gracie.”
“Daddy,” Malia shrieks from behind me, her little legs struggling to get up the stairs.
My eyes meet Koa’s and give a massive role as he swoops in and picks up his daughter.
“Good morning, baby girl. Look how much you’ve grown in two days. You’ll be taller than Kai soon.”
“I know. I know. I’m so big. Where’s Kai, can I see him?”
“Sure can, but first let me talk to Mommy, okay?”
“Ooookaaay.”
Once again, my emotions twist and tie themselves in knots inside me as I watch Koa interact with one of his children. I’ve become an expert at swallowing the sensation of constantly forming lumps in my throat.
