Page 83 of Bad Cowboy, Tennessee

“Are you hooking up with anyone other than me?” he asked.

I furrowed my brow. “What?”

His question caught me completely off guard.

Yet again he’d changed the dynamic in an instant, regaining control of the evening. Control of me.

“Are you hooking up with anyone else? What’s not to understand? Do you want me to ask it in French instead?”

“I’m nothooking upwith anyone at all,” I said.

Whatever Draven and I did together… it didn’t feel likethat.

Hooking upwas what I’d done in college, after stupid long nights at parties where cute girls would sometimes want to come up to my bedroom with me.

Hooking up was simple. Easy. Not…

Not something that felt like it completely dismantled my life.

“Good,” he said. “I like it when you’re hard around me.”

The green of his eyes was so luminous and bright, and again I was struck by how a person like him could go through life having eyesthatbeautiful. Whenever we were together, I truly felt likeallof Draven’s attention was on me—as if the moment he decided you were worth his time, everything changed, and you became the star. In the spotlight.

“How do you know I’m hard?” I tossed back.

I’d barely finished asking before his body weight suddenly shifted a little, the mattress moving under us. His palm came down onto my cock, gripping my bulge through the slinky fabric of my shorts. “Was I wrong?”

I let out a quick sigh. “No.”

I wasn’t entirely pinned down on the bed, but I may as well have been with him straddling me like this. A lock of his hair had come down as he moved, and it fell across the side of his face now, framing his eyes.

He kept stroking my cock through the fabric, moving his warm hand along my shaft.

Then he suddenly latched his fingertips under my waistband and tugged down my shorts, along with the boxer briefs below them.

I groaned.

Spotlight, right back on me, I thought as he pulled them both off in one quick motion, my cock bouncing free.

“Draven,” I protested, my voice coming out a lot breathier than I would have wanted.

He cocked his head to one side, raising an eyebrow. “Pretty sure you want to come. I’m going to make that happen for you. Got a problem?”

“Yeah, I’ve got a problem,” I said.

I propped myself up on my arms on the mattress, shimmying backwards a bit so that I could get a little more space.

“Why don’t you want me hooking up with anyone else?”

His gaze raked over my body. He reached down and fondled my balls as his gaze scanned across my face.

I felt my cock jump a little in response.

“Never said that. You can do whatever you want, but I’m still allowed to enjoy the fact that right now, you’re all mine.”

A deep warmth flooded my body when I heard him say that.

All at once, it felt so true and so unreal.

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