Page 19 of CowSex

“And, yet, you still slept there.” It was a statement, not a question, and it reminded me that it was probably not one of my wisest decisions.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you. I slipped on the ice and practically broke my arm in several places—”

“What? This all happened in one night?”

“Yeah. Anyway, despite being a bit of a dick, he made me an ice pack and found me some painkillers. Plus, the sheriff told me I would be fine.”

“And you believed him?”

“Yeah, why not? He’s the sheriff.”

“Oh, that’s fine then, coz there’s no possible way the sheriff might’ve been a baddy, too, is there?Scream,Halloween, IT, they all happen in America. It’s the land of the free and home to Hannibal Lecter.”

“You watch too many films, Kod.”

She lets out a long sigh. “So anyway, what’s the go now? You gotta find somewhere else to stay?’

“I reckon so. I only just woke up, so I’m gonna take a shower and then take a look online, see what else is around here.”

“I’m searching as we speak, everything is saying full, maybe if you ring around, you’ll find something. The websites aren’t always accurate.”

“I’ll do that, too.”

“Okay, make sure you keep me posted. A text will do. I’m about to go to bed, worrying about you all day has stressed me out.”

I don’t respond to that. I’ve said sorry; it’s done with as far as I’m concerned.

“Will do, love ya.”

“Love ya, too.”

Our call ends, and I look around the now steam-filled bathroom in search of towels. There are none. I open the door and step into the bedroom. I know that the confirmation email I received stated that towels were included, so I didn’t bring any of my own.

My cases are too big for me to attempt lifting onto the bed with one hand, so I lay the first one down on the floor and unlock it.

That’s when it hits me.

My cases weren’t up here when I went to bed last night. Well, they weren’t when I fell asleep at least.

I get up and check the door. It’s unlocked. I don’t remember locking it behind me when I came into the room. That’s when I also notice the pile of big fluffy towels stacked on the wing-backed chair that sits in the corner of the room. I’ve no clue if they were there last night or not. The room is also warm. The vent’s been opened.

“Shit,” I whisper-hiss. The cowboy must’ve brought my cases up after I’d fallen asleep. Anything could’ve happened.

“Nice one, Grace.” I shake my head at my own stupidity. “Shower. Let’s shower, take some painkillers, and then maybe try to act like the responsible business owner and adult I know you are.”

Scooping up the towels with one arm, I hold them against me, acutely aware of two things: the towels smell exactly like the T-shirt the cowboy was wearing last night, and my injured arm is throbbing in pain.

KOA

IHEAR THE TOILET FLUSHupstairs and then the old pipes knocking as a tap is turned on before the shower starts.

She’s probably getting naked right about now.

An image of her creamy skin hits me right in the balls, and I fidget in the hard kitchen chair before adjusting my dick.

When I carried her cases up to her room last night, she was lying on her back across the bed, legs hanging over the side, wearing a little pair of panties that looked like shorts. She still had on the tank top she’d almost killed me with earlier when I’d been putting ice on her arm, and fuck me if she didn’t have ink on her leg that matched what I’d seen on her arm last night, too.

“Fuck me,” I groan and stare at the ceiling at the memory.