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But with her, it’s as if my mind is racing through all of the ways to solve her problems.

“I have an idea to save your cows. If you want to make a stop and talk to Mason before I take you out for dinner.” I think staying in this bed all day with her will be dangerous for both of us.

It’d be a good way to go, though.

Her warm breath tickles over my chest, her thigh drapes over mine, and her evil damn finger drifts lightly over my soft cock making it jump occasionally.

“Do we have to?” She trails her touch around the ridge before following the vein south.

It makes my nuts tighten.

“No, but I’m just gonna put the condom on now so we don’t have any more slip ups.” I make sure she can’t see the stupid grin on my face.

Happy little accidents, I guess.

Clay is gonna cut off my balls.

As if she can read my thoughts, her palm shifts down and cups them gently. “How do you walk with these things in your pants all day?”

“It helps when they’re empty.” I try to keep a serious tone, but she has my testicles in her grip.

She raises her head, staring at my lips. “Mmhmm. I’m sure.” She nestles back against my shoulder and continues her tender exploration of my groin. “I guess we’ll keep you walking tall, huh?”

Her fingers move back up along my length, petting my shaft like it’s a weiner dog.

“Do you really think there’s a chance my dad will change his mind? He’s stubborn as hell.” When her thumb circles the slit at the tip, my cock starts to stiffen in her hand.

With a groan, I drop my palm over her knuckles. “I’m not sure how I feel about the fact that you’re talking about your dad and making me hard,” I chuckle.

Pulling her arm up, I kiss the inside of her wrist. “Let’s go talk to Mason. Then we’ll see just how sore you are when we get home.”

Her messy hair stands up when she rises to sit.

She can’t hide the subtle wince that flashes across her face.

A pang goes through me at the sight.

I know she asked for it, begged for it. I’m just glad that part is over.

It’s gonna be ice packs and holding her until we go to sleep.

Overnight.

The thought is…comforting. Is it crazy I don’t want her to leave?

Her cute ass disappears into the ensuite, then she squeals.

“Oh my god, my hair!” She pops her face around the corner, pointing to her wild locks with a grin. “This is the worst bedhead I think I’ve ever seen!”

“I like it,” I say as I tug up my jeans. “We should style it like that every day.”

Her laugh makes it hard to tuck my erect dick behind my zipper.

When she reappears, she’s tamed back to her messy bun. She saunters towards the bed, then bends to pick up her clothes.

So damn perfect. Her pink nipples poke the air like they’re crying out for me to kiss them.

I clear my throat, making her glance up.