Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 98643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
It was one word that did it. One simple word that no man had ever said to me before, during, or after fucking me.
Jules.
I cried out as jet after jet of jizz began to shoot out of me. He kept repeating my name, his lips a soft whisper against my ear. He rammed into me to heighten my orgasm with every wave that tore through me, but the way he said my name never changed. Not through the mind-blowing orgasm that left me sobbing in relief or the soft kisses he placed along the back of my neck as the aftershocks of pleasure rolled over me.
In fact, the way he said my name never changed after that, and I knew it never would.
“Jules, I’ve got my cell on me if you need me!”
Brooks’s shout and subsequent quick rap on my door as he walked past it ripped me from the safety of my fantasy. That little light that had started to warm my entire body was once again snuffed out. Problem was that the light hadn’t been the only part of my body that had reacted to the delicious daydream.
I was still sitting on my ass by the door, but my spent dick was lying limply between my fisted hand that was covered in semen. I could barely breathe. My muscles seemed in no hurry to make me move. And that damn whisper kept floating around in my head.
Fantasy Hot Cowboy’s whisper. Fantasy Hot Cowboy who had somehow learned my name and a whole lot more about me than I would have liked.
I dropped my head back against the door. I still couldn’t believe that at some point, my fantasy of being fucked over a hay bale had mixed with reality and I’d actually jerked myself off to the point that I had come in real life at the same time I’d come during the fantasy.
“Shit,” I muttered. Not only was I stuck with Hot Cowboy’s presence during my waking hours, I had a feeling he’d be back every time I let myself have a moment of quiet.
Okay, so problem solved.
Stay away from Hot Cowboy for however long I was in the ironically named town of Eden.
Keep busy enough to prevent Fantasy Hot Cowboy from making appearances in both night and day dreams.
Get my now very eager ass back on plane and far away from every version of Hot Cowboy.
“Easy enough,” I said with a shrug, ignoring the cooling cum on my skin or the fact that my limp dick was growing less and less limp by the minute. “Easy,” I repeated as I began cleaning myself up as best I could so I could get started on my plan.
Easy.
Chapter Five
FLYNN
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you, my sweet girl? You want some more?”
The low voice caught my attention just as I was about to lift the saddle onto my horse’s back. I was standing in his stall, so I hadn’t noticed or heard anyone come into the barn, but they certainly could have been there before I’d walked in.
The smooth, silky voice uttered a tsking sound. “Hold on, ladies, you’ll each get your turn,” the now very familiar voice said. I was surprised it had taken me so long to recognize it. After all, that voice had been playing a starring role in my dreams from the moment I’d stolen a kiss in what had to have been the least appropriate time in the history of all mankind.
I told myself to get back to my work, but instead, I found myself putting the saddle on the ground and caressing my horse’s sleek neck as I listened to the conversation unfold at the back of the barn. I missed most of it as the clucking became more excited, but when the owner of the voice began rattling names off, it was all I could do not to laugh. I should have just stayed put, saddled my mount and left the barn so I could follow through on my assignment, but my feet seemed to be working directly against logic.
By the time I reached the last stall in the barn, I could hear more of the one-sided conversation.
“Okay, honey, I’ve gotta go with Ginger for you and it’s not just because of your feathers. Those noises you’re making kinda remind me of this guy who used to—” The voice stopped abruptly before saying, “Well, let’s just say that despite the fact that he was built like a tank, he made all these high-pitched squeals when he… well, you know.”
I didn’t know whether to laugh or punch something. I had no right to be doing either since I was eavesdropping on a conversation that clearly wasn’t meant for human ears. I had to admit, the streak of jealousy that hit me at the description of what had obviously been a lover at some point caught me off guard.