Page 93 of CowSex

I swipe tears from her cheeks with my thumb, and her jaw starts to tremble again.

“No one’s ever brought me naked flowers before.” She sniffs.

“The flowers are dressed in a pitcher, it’s me that’s naked.”

“You know what I mean.”

She sniffs at her flower.

“What kind is it?” She asks.

“The purple kind that means, ‘Sorry, Gracie, I’m a dick.’”

“You’re forgiven.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Gonna let me get in your panties now?”

“Well, one, I wear knickers not panties, so please just stop with that word. And two, I’m lying in this bed stark bollock naked. I think it’s a given that you’re gonna be getting in anywhere you want, especially after bringing me the most thoughtful first-timers gift ever.”

“What can I say, I’m a thoughtful kinda guy.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, baby.”

“Come show me.”

So, I do. With my mouth, tongue, and fingers, I show Gracie how thoughtful I am. And when I finally slide my dick inside her, wrapped tight in a condom, I make sure that she’ll never ever forget my thoughtfulness.

GRACIE

IWAKE TO NOISE ANDcommotion coming from both inside the house and out on the driveway. I also wake to an empty bed.

My phone is buzzing on my bedside table, so I reach for it, see that the number’s unknown, and decline the call. I only have a few numbers stored: Koa’s, Kod’s, Rod’s, Lee’s, and Shannon’s.

I roll onto my back and note that it’s almost nine thirty. Koa has his builders coming to continue the renovations today, and I’m assuming that’s who’s making all the racket.

I let last night’s events play on a loop through my mind.

I must admit to being a bit taken aback by the fact that he’d been prepared to have unprotected sex with me, and I won’t lie, it kinda worried me. I know that he says he’s not done that before, but I now have a niggling doubt.

He did apologise though, and he did get dressed and go out in the cold and buy condoms. And chocolates. And flowers. He also served them all up to me naked.

I might’ve lain in bed with a smile plastered on my face while listening to the sound of his heavy boots clonk down the stairs. I most definitely gave a little, “Squeeee,” while wrapping my arms around myself and rocking from side to side when he slammed the front door and locked it behind him. And I absolutely grinned from ear to ear when I heard Koa run to his truck, start it, and roar down the driveway.

The fact that he was doing that all for me that he wanted me that badly made my blood fizz in veins.

I felt exactly like I did when I was fifteen and stood in line for three hours to get my Carnage CD signed by Sean McCarthy at Lakeside. Not only did he sign it but also I got a kiss from both him and Marley Layton.

Life. Made!

Well, it had been up to that point anyway.

Now?