Page 91 of CowSex
The look on her face turns from one of reverence to something more complicated...Pained? Panicked? She’s wondering what the fuck is wrong, and I’m wondering how the fuck I’m going to tell her.
I close my eyes, roll off her and onto my back, and groan.
“What the actual fuck?” she asks
“God damn it, Essex. I forgot the fucking condoms.”
Now, it’s her turn to let out a groan.
“I’m clean, Gracie,” I offer. “You’ve got my word on that. Not had sex without protection since my wife.” I reach out, take hold of her hand, and squeeze.
“But I’m not on the pill,” she reminds me.
I roll back over on top of her, and the words are out before I even consider their implications.
“I’ll pull out.”
“You’ll pull out?” she repeats. “Are you fucking mad? Last week, you told me that you were looking for no-strings sex and zero commitment, now you wanna have unprotected sex with a girl that’s not even on the pill? Are you even serious right now, Cowboy?”
“As a heart attack, Gracie.”
“No, it’s not worth the risk.”
Unbidden, the image of a very pregnant Gracie once again pops into my head, and I have to close my eyes and consciously force the image down before I go too far down that path.
“Where’s the risk if I’m gonna pull out?”
“No. Not going there. What if I end up pregnant?”
“You won’t.”
“How’d you know that?”
“I’ll pull out, and then we’ll take a shower straight after.”
“If it were that easy, Koa, the morning after pill would never have needed to have been invented.”
“That’s it, we’ll go into town tomorrow, head to the pharmacy and get the—”
“Stop talking, Koa. Stop talking right now.” She cuts me off.
It’s a good thing because I have no fucking clue where these thoughts and the words that I keep spewing are even coming from.
I don’t know myself right now.
This is what she does to me.
I let out a long sigh, get up, and go around to Gracie’s side of the bed. I lean in and kiss her gently on the nose and mouth.
“I’m sorry. That was selfish. My brain cells are obviously all in my dick at the moment. I’ll be as quick as I can.”
I kiss her again, this time on each nipple, because they’re there, and I can.
“Get under the covers, Gracie, you’ll get cold here without me keeping you warm. I’ll be back soon.”
“Drive careful,” she calls, as I head for the door.
“Always,” I call back.
