Page 76 of CowSex

“Yeah, it would.”

WW me starts to stir, listening in on our conversation.

“Why?”

“Because I like your company and because I’d like you to meet my friends. If you’re gonna be staying in town like you plan, you could end up seeing a fair amount of them.”

“All right then, but no getting me drunk and trying to get in my knickers later.”

“Can’t make promises there, Essex. I’ve seen your knickers, and I know exactly what’s inside them. How beautiful it smells, how delicious it tastes, how pretty it is to look at, and that’s not something a man’s ever gonna stop wanting more of.”

I stare at him as he drives. I don’t say a word, as I have no words to say. He just told me my pussy is pretty, that it tastes delicious, and that he wants more of it.

What even is the appropriate response to that?”

Apparently, fanny flutters, clit chills, and quim quivers are the answer to that mystery of the universe.

KOA

WE SHOULDN’T HAVE COME.I shouldn’t have brought her here.

All heads turn as soon as we walked through the door of Mo’s. Just about every man here, from Callum Reynolds, who I know has only just turned twenty-one, to Vernon Thompson, who I’m pretty confident can’t be a day younger than ninety, make a point to come over, introduce themselves, and talk to Gracie. And of course, Gracie being Gracie, charmed the pants right off them.

But it’s not them who are bothering me. It’s Lee. Lee Conway, one of my foreman and oldest friends. He currently has his hands on Gracie’s hips and way too close to her ass as they circle the dance floor, and I’m pissed.

“You want another drink before the game starts or you just gonna sit there burning holes in Conway the rest of the night?”

Dean’s voice pulls me away from forming a plan to incapacitate Lee for the short term. Nothing too serious, just something that’ll last for tonight. I need him fully functioning and on-site by seven tomorrow morning.

“Yeah, get me a beer, would ya?”

“What about Gracie?”

“She’ll have another wine. The sparkly pinot, I think.”

“Sure thing. You want me to pull the plug on the jukebox as I pass?”

I lick my lips and turn my gaze to my other foreman and right-hand man in life and business, Dean Porter.

“Knock yourself out.”

He throws his head back and laughs. Shaking his head, he asks, “You sure nothing is going on between the pair of you?”

“I told you, we barely know each other.”

“I know what you said, but that’s something different from what your eyessaywhen you look at her.”

“Fuck off.”

“I plan to. Straight to the bar. But then I’ll be back to give you more shit, and just to give you a head’s up, Shannon’s about to walk through that door, so you best prepare yourself for a whole new level of pain once she sees what’s what and gets started.”

“Great, can’t wait.”

He chuckles some more while making his way to the bar. I turn my attention back to Gracie on the dance floor. I don’t think the clientele quite knew what to think when we came through the door. At first, all eyes were on me. I’m probably Mo’s most famous customer, well, the other boys from the band and me. We don’t often drop by when we’re all together, but when we do, people notice. We usually end up signing a few autographs and posing for a few pictures, but then the good people of Addison generally leave us alone. It’s been years since I’ve been here, so I wasn’t entirely sure what to expect.

Not a lot as it turns out.

One look at Gracie dressed like Punk Rock Tinker Bell, and all eyes and attention were on her.