Page 121 of Bad Cowboy, Tennessee

Will he ever accept that I want him?

Fucking. Finally.

Draven slid out of bed and grabbed me in his arms, hauling me out of bed. He slung me across my outstretched arms like he was carrying a goddamn princess, and even though I was well-muscled, he was able to carry me down to his primary bedroom and toss me onto the bed.

The light was better here, anyway.

I could see his face—the way he looked at me when he was fuckinggone. No longer trying to be in control of his desires and instead, unleashing every single one of them on me.

His dark hair glinted in the moonlight. I watched as he took something out of the drawer beside us on the nightstand, then shoved down his black sweatpants, stripping nude.

He dropped the lube and condom on the surface of the table, turning to me with a wolfish stare.

His hand came down around my wrists, gathering them together. He was on top of me a moment later, taking my wrists in one hand and firmly pinning them up above my head on the bed, my arms outstretched and restrained.

He kept me held down like that for a moment as he claimed my lips with his. His tongue pushed out into my mouth like he owned it, and my whole body broke out in goosebumps.

He fucking does own it. And I love it.

He kept one hand on my wrists while the other shoved downward past the waistband of my shorts, feeling for my cockbelow. He wrapped a tight fist around my erection, giving it a firm tug as his mouth explored mine.

The twin sensation was maddening.

His tongue sliding on mine, hot and wet, as he tugged on my cock.

Hypnoticcouldn’t even begin to describe it. I let out a moan into his mouth as he touched and teased me until precum dripped from the head of my cock, slicking his fingertips.

“Mine,” he said as he broke off from the kiss.

“I’ve been yours.”

He groaned. “I know,” he breathed, his face inches above mine, the intense look in his eyes piercing into mine.

“Want to know something?” I murmured up at him.

“I want to know everything.”

“I know you’ve been watching me,” I told him. “More than you let on.”

“Is that right?”

“A few times while I ran laps around my parents’ property,” I said. “I didn’t know if I was right, but I could feel it. Feel your eyes on me.”

“Were you pissed off?”

“I was turned on.”

He hummed deeply, squeezing my dick. “Good boy.”

“Told you not to call me that.”

“I knew you liked me watching over you,” he said, pausing to paint a slow stripe with his tongue down my collarbone and onto my nipple. He flicked his tongue ring across it. “You like my eyes on you.”

My cock throbbed in his hand. “I do.”

“Just a small-town boy with a simple life,” he continued, “who happens to be an exhibitionist.”

“I wouldn’t want anyone else watching me. Not anymore.”

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