Page 117 of CowSex

I’ve deliberately avoided looking at images of Koa’s exes online. I know my limits, and what my brain can and can’t handle, and I know that if either of these women are beautiful, I’ll drive myself insane with this knowledge.

“I didn’t actually call you for a rundown on Koa’s past life. He’s already told me all about it.”

“Then what d’ya want? Not being funny, but it’s like, the middle of the night.”

“It’s after five, you called me at this time nearly every day.”

“Good job I do. Got to have a convo with the man himself the other day and tip him the wink I’d have his balls if he turned into a fuck boy.”

“Thanks?”

“Not a problem, love, and between you and me, I don’t think you’ve got a thing to worry about. From what he said to me, the bloke’s bang in love with you.”

“It’s been three weeks. Koa’s not bang in anything with me. Just, well, banging me I s’pose.”

“Gracie, Gracie, Gracie. I knew you’d be like this. I’ve gotta say, though, I’m as shocked as shit that you’ve not been calling me twenty-four seven since you’ve been there. That tells me that either the sex is so good that you’ve not been freaking the fuck out four times a day or that you’re getting so much sex that you haven’t even had a chance to freak the fuck out four times a day. I guess it could be a combination of both.”

“That last one sounds about right,” I admit with a smile. “If I didn’t feel like I was hurtling along the Bakerloo line in the dark with no breaks, I’d let myself enjoy it. It’s the whole thing about how we’ve just met and instantly started living together. What must his son think of me? What are his friends thinking, his mum? It’s like the plot from one of those books with the terrible titles we haven’t had time to listen to in a while.”

Kod and I went through a spell of listening to audio books while we worked in the office. It was amazing how much quicker the day went and how horny I was when I got home, which only ended up leaving me frustrated because Reggie was rarely there. Hence Vance.

“Cuckolded by the Cowboy.”

“Taken Up the Valley.”

“Mounted in Montana.” I snort while laughing aloud.

“Done in Denver,” she offers. “Anal in Aspen,” she adds before I can catch my breath.

There’s no stopping Kod now that she’s on a roll, though.

“Does he make you moist and leave you wanting, Gracie? Does he cup your cleft and part your folds?”

“Yes,” I call out. “Yes. Yes, he does, all while I stroke the hard length of his throbbing member.”

Kod breathes heavy and pants down the phone while chanting, “Yes. Yes. Yes! Does he rut you like a wild animal?” she asks.

It’s my turn with the chants. “Yes. Yes. Oh my God, so much yes.” I’m almost choking as we laugh and pant. “Does his hard steel shaft weep and glisten as you lick the tip?” I ask.

“It weeps. It so fuckin—”

I almost gag as I spot Koa standing in my open doorway. His arms are stretched above his head as he holds onto the frame. His jeans hang low on his hips, and the dark line of hair that I know leads somewhere good is briefly visible before disappearing inside his waistband.

“Keep going, Essex, don’t let me interrupt the show.”

He moves into the bedroom, closes and locks the door behind him, and stalks my way.

“Hey, Koa,” Kod calls out.

“Morning, Princess,” he responds.

“You wanna join the show? We can have a menagerie.”

“Ménage, babe.” I correct her.

Koa’s eyebrows disappear into his hairline. “Sounds like you girls were doing just fine without me.”

“Always do, Cowboy. Us sisters have to know how to do it for ourselves.”