Page 7 of Big Tex

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LAYLA

Our wonderful cocoon burst early the following morning…

I wake up deliciously sore and grinning because I know the reason why I feel too hot and smothered in this immense hotel bed is the six plus foot of gorgeous manliness snuggled up against my body. I inhale his scent and press my lips to the hollow of his throat. He smells just as amazing and tastes even more wonderful.Gah!

Without opening his eyes, Colt gravels, “morning, sunshine.”

I giggle like a schoolgirl.

“Good morning, handsome.”

He groans, stretching his long arms and taking even more space on the mattress, and I fucking love it.

After a quick peck, we take turns using the restroom and come to bed refreshed enough for a first-thing-in-the-morning conversation.

Colt threads our fingers together, my head resting in the crook of his shoulder, his full lips on my forehead.

“I wanna see you again.”

I don’t even try masking the huge grin that takes over my face.

“I think I’d like that.”

He tickles me playfully.

“You think?”

I answer between bouts of laughter. “No, I know! Haha, stop, Colt!”

He gathers my body in his big arms and kisses me stupid once more.

“That’s more like it. How long are you in town for?”

My wonderful mood deflates a bit.

“I leave Vegas tonight.”

“Oh… And where’s home?”

“California, but I temporarily live in Texas .”

I feel his muscles tighten and without even thinking, I run a soothing hand over his arm.

“Where in Texas? What do you do?”

“I’m a post grad student at The University of Texas at Austin.”

Then I hear Colt let out a short, troubled, “Fuck.”

And he lets go of me, sitting up.

“What’s wrong, Colt?”

“What’s your last name, Layla? And why are you in Vegas?”

I stare into his beautiful eyes but they’re devoid of warmth. He looks at me like, like he’s mad. Like I’ve done something. Like nothing we shared last night or this morning matters.

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