Page 87 of Cowboy's Healing Heart

"Ride me, Krystal," he orders, his hands on my hips. "Take what you want, baby."

I brace my hands on his chest and start to move, lifting myself up and sinking back down on his length. His fingers find my clit once more, and he rubs quick, firm circles around the swollen bud.

"I'm going to come," he growls, his grip tightening on my waist. "Come with me, Krystal."

"Again?"

"Yes, love, again."

His words are enough to send me over the edge again. My third orgasm hits me like a freight train, my pussy spasming and clenching around his dick.

Shane lets out a low groan, and his cock twitches. Then he's coming too, spurting hot and deep inside me.

We collapse onto the bed, our bodies spent and our breathing ragged. After a moment, Shane pulls me close, kissing my forehead and whispering sweet nothings in my ear. He tells me how beautiful I am and how much he loves me.

He presses gentle kisses along my shoulder, his arms tightening around me as if he never wants to let go.

"I love you," he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion.

"I love you too," I whisper back, my lips finding his in a soft, tender kiss.

I feel the weight of my decision settle over me, and I realize just how much I have to lose. That I'm deciding to walk away from the only man I've ever truly loved.

Does this make me a coward? Will he hate me?

Tears sting my eyes as I cling to Shane, knowing this might be the last time I feel his skin against mine.

After Shane drifts off to sleep, I slip out of bed. I dress quietly, gathering my packed bags. At the door, I turn back for one last look. Shane looks so peaceful, unaware of the storm in my heart.

"I love you," I whisper. "I'm sorry."

With tears streaming down my face, I close the door on the life I almost had. The hallway stretches before me, long and dark. Each step feels like lead.

I pause, leaning against the wall as sobs threaten to overwhelm me. I want to run back, crawl into bed with Shane, and pretend this was all a bad dream.

But I can't. I have to be strong for Ashanti and for myself.

I enter her room and shake her gently.

"We have to go," I whisper urgently.

"What about Mr. Shane?"

"Now, Ashanti. Please. We need to get moving, or we'll miss our flight."

She hesitates for a moment, then nods, her face set in a determination that breaks my heart. She's had to grow up too fast, my brave girl.

We slip out the door into the cool night air. As we hurry to the car, I can't shake the feeling that I'm making a terrible mistake. But I push it down, focusing on the road ahead.

Montana. A new start. A chance to build a life on our own terms.

Just as I'm about to open the car door, Shane steps out of the shadows, his voice cutting through the night.

“Going somewhere?”

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