Page 39 of Bad Cowboy, Tennessee

Max

Ididn’t run into Draven around town for days on end, but I felt his presence.

Every.

Fucking.

Moment.

After the video call, I pretended I could hang up and go on with my life as normal.

That didn’t exactly work out.

Each morning I’d woken up to a message from him.

Twice it was a photo of the outline of his cock as he gripped it through his tight boxer briefs. Once it was a photo of him out on his new land, on the saddle of Ember, who had a dark brown coat and a black mane. Sometimes it was a text message, telling me to open the front door, for little gifts he left.

One morning he’d ordered me an iced coffee, and another morning he’d returned my Glenfiddich whiskey withtworeplacement bottles. Once, it was a red rose, stripped of its thorns, which probably came from the rose bushes outside Mr. Marsden’s old property.Hisproperty, now.

This morning?

It was just a text, with a question.

Draven

So, you can’t stand me. But would you ever watch me come?

Max

What kind of question is that?

It’s me asking if you like to watch.

Something tingled inside me.

I did like to watch.

Even before I’d ever met Draven and he’d started driving me crazy, I sometimes watched videos online of guys coming, especially if they were in public. It always felt more like curiosity to me than anything intensely sexual, but…

The idea of watching Draven come felt like more than just curiosity.

Max

If you want to show off that badly, then sure. Attention whore.

Draven

Love when you talk to me like that. How romantic.

He didn’t message back for around half an hour, but there was a video message I found when I next opened his texts.

I pushed play.

It was a short clip of him holding out a Hard Spot t-shirt—the same one I wore a lot, a pink tank top. At first I was confused, watching a video of nothing other than a shirt.

But then a ribbon of white came down onto the fabric.

My chest tightened as I watched him come onto the shirt, streaking it in white, then run his fingertips quickly through it right at the end.

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