Page 42 of Cowboy's Healing Heart

My orgasm hits me with the force of a freight train. I come with a shout, my hips jerking as I spill into her mouth.

She swallows every drop, then releases me with a pop.

"Fuck, that was hot," she says, her voice husky.

"You're telling me," I manage, still trying to catch my breath.

Before she can say anything more, I flip us over, pinning her beneath me.

"My turn."

She smirks up at me. "Bring it on, Kennedy."

I kiss her deeply, pouring all my emotion into it. Then, without warning, I thrust into her in one smooth motion.

We both moan, the feeling of her tight, wet heat surrounding me almost too much to bear. I start slow, letting her adjust to my size, but she urges me on with her nails digging into my ass.

I pick up the pace, slamming into her with a force that has the bed rocking beneath us.

"Yes!" she cries out, her head thrown back in ecstasy.

I can feel her clenching around me, her body on the verge of release once more. I slide a hand between us, rubbing her clit in firm circles.

"Shane... God..." she pants, her eyes screwed shut in concentration.

"That's it," I encourage, feeling my own orgasm building once more. "Let go."

With a few more thrusts, we're both coming undone. Her pussy flutters around me as she cries out my name. My cock throbs inside her, filling her with my release.

For a moment, the world stops.

There's no sound but the harsh rasp of our breathing. No sensation but the heat of her body pressed against mine. No thought but the realization that this woman is everything I've ever wanted and more.

Later, as we lay tangled in the sheets, with Krystal curled against my side, her breathing soft and even. I trace patterns on her bare skin, savoring the moment.

This can't last.

I want to tell her the truth. About my family and about the life waiting for me back in New York. But I'm afraid. Afraid that once she knows who I really am, she'll push me away.

So, instead, I pull her closer and close my eyes, trying to silence the voice in my head, telling me this is all going to fall apart. For now, I just want to hold onto this moment, to pretend that this could be our future.

But as I drift off to sleep, I can't shake the feeling that time is running out. Sooner or later, the truth will come out. And when it does, I might lose everything I've come to care about.

NINE

FEEL SO SMALL

SHANE

I waketo the soft press of Krystal's body against mine, her warmth seeping into my skin. Sunlight streams through the gap in the curtains, painting a golden stripe across the luxurious hotel bed. For a moment, I let myself believe this is real—that I could wake up like this every morning with her in my arms.

My phone buzzes on the nightstand, shattering the illusion. I know without looking, it's my father. Again. I reach over and silence it, pulling Krystal closer.

She stirs, her eyes fluttering open. "Morning," she murmurs, voice husky with sleep.

"Morning," I reply, drinking in the sight of her. Her curls are wild, framing her face in a halo of dark silk. I can't resist running my fingers through them, marveling at their softness.

Krystal stretches, her body arching against mine. The friction sends a jolt of desire through me, and I have to bite back a groan. "What time is it?" she asks.

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