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I carry her into the bathroom, flicking on the low light. She sits on the sink like a good girl while I get the shower going. Then, she climbs in with me, arms wrapped around her body. I step underneath the spray, wiping my hair back and shaking my head.

“So what do I get?” I say.

“What?”

“You thought I couldn’t make you come,” I say. “What do I get for it?”

She lifts a brow. “You get the privilege of making me come again.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

We wash up quickly and make it out of the shower and into bed again. I’m back inside her the minute our bodies touch the sheets. I’ve worked a farm for a long time out west. I plow my own acres and plant my own seeds. Tonight feels like the first warm night after the frost is over, and I am on a mission to get all the plowing in I can before the sun comes up.

Now that she’s relaxed and I can fit easily, she’s meeting me where I’m at. The bed hits the wall. I’m sweating, and it’s falling on her naked breasts. She has her sharp little nails in my back. Her hips are coming up in waves to meet my thrusts. My head is empty, and I like it that way.

If I let myself think, I’ll have to acknowledge this might be the best sex I’ve ever had.

The deepest connection I’ve felt in decades.

I kiss her open lips. When I break away, she follows my mouth, so I let her have it. It’s rare that I kiss during sex, but I can’t help it. She moans as I pull her ankles over my shoulders, going as deep as I can, plowing my hips hard.

She takes it. Every time I turn the intensity up, she meets me there. It’s way past midnight, but neither of us wants to stop. After her fourth orgasm, we break so she can have a glass of water. Then, she’son her belly, and my dick is so deep in her, I can feel the resistance of her cervix.

She whimpers that it hurts. I breathe out that I can stop, and she tells medon’t you fucking dare, cowboy.

We’re still going at it when I see a faint streak of color on the horizon. I have her on her knees, face pressed into the bed, hand braced on her spine. The realization that I fucked her through the night sends me over the edge one last time. I sink over her body, panting as I kiss her nape.

“We need to sleep,” I say.

She whimpers. Gently, I pull my cock from her pussy and strip the condom off. There are six others in the trash by the bed. The room smells like good, honest sweat, latex, and cum. I push open the window, and when I get back to the bed, she’s sound asleep. Her pretty face is relaxed. Her body is melted into the sheets.

I lay down and curl up behind her and pull her against my chest.

I think I might ask her to stay another night.

CHAPTER SEVEN

DELLA

My body hurts.

Slowly, I’m aware of a bright light. Peeling my eyelids open, gray mountains and hills fill my vision, especially a big one in the center. The sun sits above the horizon, shining directly into the window. My stomach is painfully empty. My head is full of static. There’s a tender stinging down below.

With effort, I roll over to the other side. My eyes widen, and despite everything, I bolt upright.

He’s asleep, on his back. The sheet is pulled up to the middle of his thigh, and his other knee is cocked. Everything is out in the open, before God and everybody. Everybody being me, in this case.

Guilty over staring, I wonder if I should pull the sheet up over his waist.

Except, I can’t stop looking, and not just at his dick. He’s pretty in such a rough way. Sexy, gorgeous, big and tall, with leanness that streamlines his muscles. The tattoos over his right forearm are blown out and faded, but I like it. I think I prefer that over crisp ink. Between his pectorals, over the half bullseye, is the perfect amount of hair.

I follow it with my gaze, down his stomach, back to the V above his groin. I don’t know how he doesn’t know he’s big. I might have only been with Leland, but I’m not naive. Jensen is blessed in that department, and it’s all out, laying soft against his thigh. The revolver tattooed up the underside is a nice touch to his rough charm.

I shift to sit on my heels and press my fingers between my thighs. It’s sore, and it probably will be for a few days. It kind of feels like the day after I slept with Leland for the first time.

I think the fact Jensen made me come is more surprising than anything else.

After five years with Leland, I thought it was never going to happen. But then came Jensen, who just walked in and made it happen like it was no big deal.