Page 104 of CowSex

“Believe me, I have no clue what a tizzy or a fuck boy is, but I have no intention to behave like one if it’s something that’s gonna upset your mate,” I say the last two words in my best English accent.

“Oh God.” Gracie groans as she attempts to sit up and cover her face at the same time. “Gimme the phone.” She tries to pull it from my hand, but I twist my body away from her so she can’t reach.

“Good, fuck boy is never something to aspire to be. And like seriously, mate, you need to work on that accent, it’s shit.” There’s a pause, but before I can get another word in, Gracie climbs naked from our bed and heads towards the bathroom.

“I’m off to drown myself. Give me a shout when you two have finished dissecting my life,” she calls as I watch her ass sway.

“So, tell me, what’s the go? She went over there to get her head on straight. Instead, she’s landed in your lap, become an instant fan of Sam Hunt, and has started decorating bedrooms. You do realise that we have a business here that will go to shit if you don’t return her to us?”

Sam Hunt? Motherfucker. I make a mental note to never introduce her to him.

“Will it?” My chest tightening at the prospect of having Gracie return to England.

“The business? Probably not. We have the kind of set up that means she doesn’t have to be hands-on. Why? You thinking of keeping her?”

“I think I am,” I tell her honestly.

Silence.

“You’re serious.”

“As a heart attack.”

“Well, fuck me, didn’t see that one coming. Is she there?”

“Bathroom.”

“Okay, well, if you mean what you say, and I bloody hope for the sake of your nut sack that you do, then please tell her. Tell her, show her. Do everything in your power to make her feel it. Go overboard on the grand gestures, nothing expensive, or extravagant, that’s not what Gracie’s about—”

“Figured that one out for myself,” I interrupt her.

“Good, that’s good. But, like I was saying, make her feel like she’s the one. Reggie’s a nice enough bloke, but I just don’t think there was ever that whole wow thing between the two of them. Everything was just amicable and convenient. They slipped into it because it was comfortable. It shouldn’t be like that, Koa. Nobody should just settle.”

“You’re right, they shouldn’t.”

“Can I leave that with you then? To woo her right out of those ridiculously expensive La Perla knickers she insists on wearing? Because it looks like my plans for the day have changed. I need to talk to my girl and then go and buy a hat for your wedding.”

“You two done?” Gracie is walking towards me wearing a plain black T-shirt of mine that was hanging on a hook in the bathroom. It’s the sexiest damn T-shirt I’ve ever laid eyes on.

“Is it okay if she calls back? I have some wooing to do.”

“Abso-fucking-lutely, Cowboy. Woo away. Yeee-haaaaw.” I wince at her ear-splitting shriek and end the call.

Gracie is standing beside me at the edge of the bed, expecting her phone back. Without a word, I throw it down onto the mattress and pull her into my lap, kiss her softly on the mouth, and then bury my face into her neck.

She smells of mint and me.

“You brushed your teeth, did you use my toothbrush? I think I left it in here yesterday and took yours to the other bathroom by mistake.”

We need to stop with this separate room shit. She’s mine, we’re together, and I want her in my bed.

“Nah, the bog brush. Tasted much better.”

She gives me a toothy grin. “Do I have any brown bits in my teeth?”

“What the fucks a bog brush?”

“What you clean the toilet with.” She smiles at me sweetly.