Page 30 of My Cowboy Salvation
“Do I have some say in this? Logan, even if you and I weren’t… what we are, I still wouldn’t feel that way about Parker. Not anymore. Parker and I have no future in that respect. I am sorry for any pain this might cause him, but that’s the truth. The only man I want is you.”
Then, before I can wrap my head around this, she shrugs the robe from her shoulders and lets it fall around her, revealing that she’s wearing nothing else. Her nipples pebble from the coolness in the room, and I ache to reach out and touch them. But I can’t, and it takes all my restraint to keep my hands at my sides.
She’s not done, though, and she straddles me. My dick doesn’t seem to give a fuck about my qualms as it hardens and rises in my boxer briefs, already seeking the sanctuary of her hot, tight pussy.
Leaning forward so her bare breasts skim the skin across my chest, she kisses my neck, softly at first, before her mouth sucks over the skin, sending the blood directly to my dick as a pleasurable chill hits me.
God. This is wrong. I know it. My son is just down the hall.
But all I can think about is how hot her pussy is as it rests over my briefs and the unmistakable dampness that’s spreading as she grows more aroused. I just want to slide inside that heat, only for a blissful moment.
She’s thinking the same as she leans back enough that she can wrestle the waistband of my briefs down so my dick springs out. She doesn’t hesitate as she twirls her tongue around the head then slowly brings her lips around me, sucking me just as hard as she sucked my neck.
I need to stop this, but her mouth is so hot and wet, and I imagine it’s her pussy, taking me inside her, clenching around me. Her hand pumps the base of my dick as she pulls her mouth away, catching her breath. Fuck, I want it back, and I lower her head over it. She grins for a quick second and complies, my hands holding her head, guiding her as she sucks me off.
“Dylan,” I grunt out, not able to form more words than that as she stretches her mouth and throat and takes me deep into her. “I’m gonna come,” I say and start to pull away, but she grips my hips and sucks even harder, not relinquishing control.
I don’t know if I can stop now if I want to, and I groan as my balls tighten and lower, preparing to unleash my load in the gorgeous mouth of hers.
Suddenly, there’s a sound of a door opening down the hall, then the sound of another door shutting and the toilet lid hitting the back of the bowl.
Parker. He’s awake.
God, we can’t —
But renewed with her own need, Dylan is relentless as she continues to suck and bob her head, her throat the perfect vessel for what’s about to come and —
The ropes of cum explode from my dick, hitting her throat, and she slows her movement as she tries to handle the amount of cum filling her mouth. I shudder and pump a few more times and pull out, watching her face as she swallows everything I give to her.
Fuck. I just came into my son’s ex’s mouth. With him just in the bathroom, only yards away. Father of the year, I’m not.
Her mouth is salty as she lifts it to kiss me, and it’s so wrong to be tasting my seed on her tongue even as I hear my son flush the toilet and return to his room, but God if it doesn’t make my dick twitch again.
No. Shit. With reluctance, I lean back and draw breath. “Dylan. Honey. Jesus, you’re killing me. We can’t do this.”
“I know. You said that already,” she says and smiles like she’s attempting to humor me. “Maybe we can’t do this just a little longer.”
I fling my legs to the side and get to my feet. “I want you so fucking bad right now, Dylan. I don’t deny that. But at least for the time being, while my son is here and you’re under my protection, we can’t—can’tdo this. Please. Understand I need us to cool things off. For now. For the sake of my sanity.”
I wait, watching her face for signs of anger or crushing disappointment. But she only nods. “I understand. If that’s what you want. I’ll give you the space you need.”
Reaching to the floor, she grabs her bathrobe and slips it on as I watch, wishing things were different, and she could lie in bed with me, naked in my arms.
But that’s not possible. Not with… Parker.
She stands in front of me and leans up to kiss my lips. “Night, Chief.”
Then, in a whisper of floral and musk, she’s gone, leaving me alone with my guilt.
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Dylan
“And then yourmom was so mad she grounded you for two weeks and didn’t let you use the car for another month,” I say, holding my side as I laugh at the memory.
“If only she knew I had my own set of keys.” Parker laughs alongside me as he kicks his feet up on the coffee table late Thursday evening.
It’s been four days since Parker appeared in Montana, and we’ve gotten into a sort of routine in the house with Logan out the door in the morning first for work, followed by me as I head to the ranch. Parker gets up some time after and makes his way either to the library or the cafe, depending on his mood, for some studying. He returns to the house around four, after I’ve gotten a good two to three hours of practice in—although practice doesn’t accurately represent how it’s become almost like meditation, therapy even. Playing allows me to reconnect to myself. We then visit and prepare dinner until Logan gets home around six, and we all eat before sitting in front of the television or, like last night, play Scrabble, and Trivial Pursuit before that.
