Faithful Cowboy (Whiskey Valley Bryant Brothers)

I hold on to her and look her in the eye. “The only thing that’s going to hurt me is if you stop.”

She leans down, pressing her breasts against my chest. “Please, Griffin, I’m afraid I’m going to hurt you. I’m not small, and you don’t need my weight on you. I wasn’t thinking.”

Before I can think twice about it, I reach behind her and slap her on the ass. Her lower body jerks, pushing me deeper inside her. Her mouth falls open, and by the way her eyes sparkle, I know she liked it. “What was that for?”

“You’re not hurting me. I want this, Hailey. I want you.”

She leans up and puts her hands on my chest. With a smile on her face, she starts to rotate her hips back and forth. “So I can move then? This doesn’t hurt?”

I groan. “Fuck no, it doesn’t hurt. It feels good. Too good.”

She tries different angles, and I move in and out of her. Each thrust and stroke brings me closer to coming.

“I want to come inside you.” I blurt the words without even thinking about it. She’ll probably run from me, and I can’t say I blame her.

She doesn’t, though. If anything, her pussy gets more hot and wet. She smiles at me. “I’m clean.”

“So am I. I was tested all the time in the Army. I haven’t been with anyone since...”

I have one hand on her hip and the other on her breast, kneading her fullness, and she moans. “Don’t tell me. I don’t want to think of you with anyone else.”

I’ve never liked a controlling or possessive woman, but the way Hailey is claiming me has me thinking differently about it all. I don’t want to think about her with anyone else, either. Her movements are fluid, and I push her over onto her back, fitting myself between her legs. I push harder... deeper, and she starts to moan with every thrust.

We should talk about pregnancy or if I need to pull out, but none of that matters right now. Whatever happens is going to happen because when I feel my balls drawing up and I’m about to ejaculate, her legs go around my waist, and she holds on to me like a vise. I couldn’t pull out if I wanted to. I put my hand between us and circle her clit with my finger. “Come with me, Hailey. Come on my dick.”

I drive into her with two deep thrusts, and when she grunts her release, I join her. Her pussy spasms around me, sucking me in, and even if I wanted to pull out, I couldn’t. It feels too good, and I bury myself inside her, shooting rope after rope of cum, painting her womb.

I lay my head on her chest and try to control my breathing. She’s quiet underneath me, but I can still feel the aftermath of her orgasm as tiny little tremors vibrate on my cock.

I pull out of her and roll to my side, pulling her with me. I thread my arms and legs around her, not ready to let her go yet. I should be a gentleman and clean her up, but there’s something hot thinking about her lying here with my cum seeping out of her.

I kiss her forehead and tuck her against my chest.

“We need—” I start to say to talk but am stopped when my phone rings on the nightstand.

I roll backwards and pick it up, looking at the caller ID. It’s King, and even though he’s my brother, he only calls if it’s something important. “I have to get this,” I tell her.

She nods, and I answer it. “Yeah?”

King laughs. “You busy?”

I let out a breath. “A little bit.”

King mutters something to someone and then comes back on the phone. “Chance and Ryan are in town, and Allen and I are having trouble with the bull. Can you come help?”

I want to tell him no, but how can I? Working with a bull is dangerous enough anyway, and King wouldn’t call unless he really did need help. “I’ll be right there.”

I hang up the phone and kiss Hailey’s forehead. “I have to go. King is working with a bull and needs help.”

I get off the bed and start getting dressed. “Stay here, and I’ll be back as soon as possible, okay?”

She is looking at me wide-eyed and a little shocked. She nods her head.

I pull on socks and jeans. “Are you okay?”

She nods again.

I lean over the bed and kiss her. “When I get back, we need to talk, okay?”