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CHAPTER 35

DALLAS

S tirring from a deep sleep, I groan. My body feels like it’s run the fucking New York marathon, tired and aching and stiff, but in the best kind of way. My lips pull up into a cocky smirk at the memory of last night, of making love with a woman I’m so fucking in love with, for the first time in my life. Who knew love could feel so damn good? I guess this is why people make such a big deal out of it.

I reach my arm out to pull my girl close for a snuggle. But when I feel the space next to me is empty and cool to the touch, I startle. Rolling over in a panic, I push up onto an elbow, but as my hazy gaze adjusts to the bleary morning light, a shit-eating grin tugs at my lips.

You fuckin’ kiddin’?

Dressed in my old college jersey and nothing but a pair of my tube socks that reach up over her knees, Emily walks toward the bed, a sexy swagger in her step that makes her hips sway side-to-side, and there, in her hand, is one of my Stetsons. She pops it onto her head, tipping the brim at me like a sexy-ass cowgirl as she climbs onto the bed.

“If this is the start of a wet dream, please don’t fucking pinch me,” I croak, my hands moving to her hips as she crawls over my legs, straddling my thighs, my morning wood painfully hard and tenting the sheet that pools at my waist.

“What’s that thing they say? Wear the hat, ride a horse?” Emily ponders, looking up at the beams in the ceiling for a moment with a curious smile.

“Close.” I chuckle. “Wear the hat, ride the cowboy,” I drawl, moving my hands down to her ass and palming her through the thin jersey.

Holding the hat on her head, she winks at me. “Well, then, giddy up.”

I choke back a groan. “You nice and wet for me, Goldie?”

She nods, a shy smile curling her lips as she says, “I woke up horny…”

I swear to God, this woman will be the death of me. Swallowing another groan, I flash her a dimpled grin and, pushing the sheets down, I allow my rock-hard cock to jut up, causing her to gasp. Relaxing back against the pillows, I link my hands behind my head, watching her honey eyes flare as I say, “Then have at it, sweetheart.”

Emily licks her bottom lip, her gaze flitting to mine before she moves off me, reaching over to the nightstand and retrieving a condom from the stash. I can tell she’s nervous, but I let her go because I’ve seen so much progress in her, I need her to keep going. She’s gone from borderline hating herself, with little to no confidence at all, to coming at me with a fucking cowboy hat on, ready to ride my cock with the full light of the morning flooding in through the windows.

Positioning herself back over my thighs, Emily looks at me as she tears the condom wrapper open with her teeth and Fuck. Me. If that isn’t the hottest damn thing I’ve ever seen at seven a.m. Then, with the rubber pinched between her fingers, she focuses intently on my dick, biting down on that juicy bottom lip, eyebrows knitted together in concentration.

“You good, baby? ”

She giggles nervously. “It’s been a while since ninth grade health class.”

“You’re doing so good,” I praise, catching the telltale sign of her flushed cheeks.

With trembling fingers, Emily sheaths me, and if I’m being honest, it takes everything I have not to blow the second she rolls the condom down my shaft. With a victorious smile, she sits up a little taller, obviously proud of herself.

“Good girl,” I whisper, gently grabbing her chin between my thumb and forefinger and pulling her close enough so that I can claim her lips. Dragging my tongue along the seam, I nudge into her mouth, tasting her, swallowing the soft gasp that falls out of her mouth and into mine. “I love you,” I murmur into our kiss.

Emily whimpers in response and moves over me, hovering on her knees. She grips my shoulders and I reach between us, wrapping my hand around the base of my cock and lining us up. And with her eyes on mine, she sinks down slowly, taking all of me with a throaty moan.

“Jesus, fuck,” I hiss, my head falling back, spots dotting my vision. It’s good. Too good. It takes all I have not to pass out.

“Ohmygod,” Emily gasps after a moment, her lashes fluttering open, pupils blown out. “Is this okay?” she pants.

“Fuck yeah,” I mutter, at a loss for words that make sense even in my head. Is this okay? If heaven exists, then this is it. I have arrived and I ain’t leavin’. RIP me.

With a satisfied smile, Emily lifts up, almost all the way, before sliding down again with a breathy moan. She picks up speed, groaning softly, and I lift the hem of my jersey she’s wearing, catching a glimpse of her pretty cunt taking me.

“Chrissake, look at you,” I growl, sucking in a breath between my teeth. “Look at this perfect pussy taking my dick so damn well.”

She loves my words, crying out as her hips and thighs work to grind on my dick, her back arching as she takes me even deeper. Her head falls back, my cowboy hat toppling off, and I take the opportunity to zero in, licking the column of her pretty throat, sucking and biting her hot spot as I drag my jersey up even higher, my hands grazing over her ribcage, cupping her breasts.

With a gasped moan, Emily pulls away, but just when I worry that I might’ve crossed a line, pushed her a little too far, she surprises me by lifting the jersey and tugging it up over her head, tossing it aside and riding me while wearing nothing but my fucking socks, right here in the full light of day.

I can’t lie. Seeing her naked, seeing the scars left behind from her cancer treatment, it’s confronting. But not in the way I thought it might be. If anything, her imperfections make her even more beautiful. Each scar is proof of just how fucking strong she is. How resilient her sexy-ass body is. And as I place my hat back on top of her head, I bite back my grin as she rides me hard and fast, because I’ll be goddamned if she’s not the prettiest damn thing I’ve ever laid my eyes upon.

Cupping her breasts, I drag my thumbs over the scars, thrusting up balls deep and meeting her grinding hips to give her the friction she needs so damn much. I’m fucking close to blowing, but I need her to come first. Always.

“Oh, baby,” Emily sobs, her mouth falling open on a long, drawn-out sigh. “It feels so… fucking… good.”

“Call me that again,” I demand, her words doing something unexpected to me.

A lick of confusion flairs in her gaze before realization settles. And with a small, sexy smile, she arches into me, tightening around me as she says, “Yes, baby, you make me feel so fucking good.”

Fuck. Who knew being called baby would make me absolutely feral. I drag a hand down between us, my thumb finding her clit and rubbing it with enough pressure, her hips bucking as she cries out.

“That’s it.” I meet her desperate thrusts with my own, feeling my balls tighten, the pleasure building at the base of my spine. “ Bounce on my cock, Goldie,” I mutter. “Be a good girl and make a pretty mess all over me.”

I feel her walls clench around me, that familiar pressure squeezing me so fucking tight, and I know that’s it for me. I grip her waist with one hand, my other grabbing her by the back of her neck and angling her mouth to mine, swallowing her scream as she comes around me, my dick pulsing deep inside of her, releasing into the condom.

Emily’s nails scratch my skin, her release gushing out all over me, our kisses sloppy and frenzied as we ride out the waves of our orgasms before collapsing in a heap of sated bliss.

“Holy shit,” Emily breathes out after a moment, her body boneless and limp, covering mine. She giggles, placing a hand on my chest. “Your heart is racing.”

I hold her right there, arms wrapped around her so tight, scared that if I let go or move, I might break. “Fuck, Goldie…” I manage through a panting breath, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “You’ve destroyed me. In the best possible way, I am ruined for everyone else but you.”

Slowly, Emily lifts her head, honey eyes finding mine, a look of awe and wonderment in her gaze as she studies me.

I offer her a small smile, my trembling fingers tucking a wild lock of her blonde hair behind her ear. “I hope you know you’re stuck with me now.”

She bites down on her bottom lip, tempering the smile that tries to claim her, and I don’t just love this woman. She’s it for me. The end. Roll credits. Happy ever after, and all that shit.

When Emily and I finally come back to down to Earth and she’s lying on my chest, the sweet scent of her shampoo wisping up from her hair and stirring something caveman-like deep down inside of me, I finally speak.

“I want you to come to my game tonight.”

She doesn’t respond at first. Actually, she’s so still, I wonder if she might have fallen asleep. But then she lifts her head, those big doe eyes meeting mine, full of an obvious trepidation .

“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea…”

I feel my heart sink a little, maybe even crack a touch. Did I think today she was going to call Andy and tell him point blank that she’s with me, we’re in love, and he just needs to deal with it? No. I know this is still going to take some time, even after last night and this morning. I just want her with me. All the time. As my girlfriend. And I guess I kind of hoped that this morning things might be a little easier.

“It’s a perfect idea,” I try, as convincingly as I can. “You can come along with Franny. If anyone asks, just say she invited you. I mean, you two are friends.”

Emily looks contemplative, teeth digging into her bottom lip, and I shift underneath her, securing my hands at her waist and pulling her body up mine so we’re eye-to-eye.

“Please?” I implore her with my best puppy dog expression, smile hopeful, dimples popped. “Aside from my parents and my sister, I’ve never had anyone in the stands.”

She regards me silently, and I can see the cogs in her pretty head working overtime.

“Come on, Goldie.” I grin. “I’ll even score a shutout for you.”

She slaps a hand over my mouth, her eyes wide. “You can’t say that!” Her brows draw together like she’s not completely sure. “It’s bad luck, right?”

“Honestly, it’s the worst kinda luck.” I shrug. “But fuck if it gets you to the game.”

She rolls her eyes, smiling. “Fine, but if anyone asks, I’m telling them I’m there for Happy.”

“You fucking what ?” I balk, even though I know she’s teasing.

“Yep.” She smirks. “Might even try get one of his jerseys so I can wear it…”

“Oh, that’s it, Goldie. You asked for it!”

I throw her effortlessly onto her back, flanking her body with mine, and then I tickle her sides, reveling in her squealing laughter as she squirms. And frankly, it’s this moment that makes me fall even harder in love with this woman.