Page 94 of CowSex
Now there was Koa. My very own rock star of the country variety.
I’d fallen asleep last night with his body wrapped around mine, completely sated, and exhausted. I’d felt worshipped by the attention he’d paid me, delivering a toe-curling orgasm with his mouth, tongue, and fingers and another when he was inside me.
We’d then showered together, and he’d fucked me senseless from behind as we both used our fingers to work my clit while we stood under the running water.
I’ve no clue what the time was when we’d finally passed out, but it was the early hours, and now I’m a little pissed off that I overslept and didn’t get to wake up with Koa.
If we had woken up together, it would have gotten any awkwardness out of the way. I would, hopefully, have been able to suss out his mood and how he feels about things in the cold light of day. Instead, I’m gonna have to front him with other people around and try to gauge the situation.
My biggest fear is that he’ll behave indifferently towards me. Like last night didn’t happen or didn’t matter.
I scroll to my playlists and crank some upbeat disco from the seventies and eighties. My mum’s favourites are on this playlist, and it’s my go-to whenever I miss and need her words of wisdom.
I take my speaker to the bathroom, dancing all the while to George Benson, Luther Vandross, and Candi Staton as I freshen up and get ready to face the day.
I pull on a pair of workout leggings, a hoodie, and my UGGs. After piling my hair on top of my head, I don’t bother with any makeup and head downstairs.
I do all of this while trying to ignore the voices in my head telling me that Koa didn’t wake me because I’m a shit shag and he didn’t wanna a rerun this morning.
When I walk into his kitchen, he’s leaning over the table and looking at some drawings with Lee, of all people.
My cheeks instantly burn.
I fake a yawn as I enter the room, just to let the pair of them know that I’m here. My overthinking driving me to panic that Koa might decide to tell Lee that I am terrible in bed before he even realises I’m standing there.
Amazing the scenarios a brain can conjure in a split second or three.
Lee looks up and smiles at me first.
“Morning,” he says over his coffee mug.
I give him a small smile and a nod. “Morning.”
My eyes slice to Koa, and I hold my breath.
He doesn’t make eye contact at first. Instead, he seems to be taking in what I’m wearing. My cheeks begin to burn even hotter with embarrassment, the heat intensifies and spreads to my neck and chest as I assume he’s gonna play it cool, so the shit’s shocked out of me when he says, “Morning, baby. I tried to get the guys to keep the noise down inside but wasn’t a lot I could do when the dumpster got dropped off outside.”
I feel lightheaded and take a deep breath in through my nose.
“You want coffee?”
“No, thanks. I’ll have a tea. I’ve not been able to find your kettle, though. Where’d you keep it?”
I remain rooted to the spot as Koa moves around the table, slides his hand around the back of my neck, and pulls me into him.
“You were out of it when I woke this morning. The hardest thing I’ve had to do in a long while was leaving you all warm and naked in bed to answer the door to these guys.”
I may have swayed on my feet a little at his words. Any doubts I had about his opinion of my performance last night are swept away, and the knowledge almost takes my legs out from under me with it.
“Kettle?” I croak.
Koa kisses my forehead and steps away.
“Shut your fucking mouth,” he tells Lee, who hasn’t said a word but is grinning over his cup.
“Ohhhhh, man. Wish I’d caught that on camera. Just wait till I tell Dean and Shannon what I just witnessed. Didn’t know you had a sweet bone in your body, Carmichael. Happy to see you’re comfortable with the PDAs.”
“Get back to work,” Koa orders.
