Page 96 of Wishing Hearts

“To grab your surprise,” I tell him with a wink, walking backwards toward the bathroom. “Stay there, all right?”

He looks confused, but he nods, and when I reach the en suite, I shut the door. I blow out a breath before finding the bag I stuck in here earlier. My change of clothes is inside.

When I come out of the bathroom, Harrison is mostly where I left him, just moved up a bit, lounging against the headboard. His eyes shoot wide the moment he sees me, and he sits forward, chest heaving with his sharp inhale.

“Sammy,” he gasps. “Ho-ly shit.”

Trying—and probably failing—to hide my amusement, I walk forward a few paces, keeping the second part of Harrison’s surprise hidden away behind my back. I let him have a good look at the rest of it, though. The cowboy hat. My mostly naked body. The chaps buckled around my hips, a brown leather that feels buttery smooth against my legs. It doesn’t cover my crotch, though. Or my ass.

“Oh. My God,” Harrison mutters, his cock bucking as I reach the foot of the bed.

“You once said if I showed up in chaps, I could have you any which way,” I remind him.

Harrison nods, swallowing, his eyes pinging all over my body.

“You trust me?” I ask.

Another nod.

I run the rope I’m holding along my palm behind my back. It’s soft and smooth, meant for humans, not livestock. “You say stop, I stop,” I tell him, making sure he hears each word.

He nods a third time, eyes finding mine and holding. “Okay.”

“Okay,” I repeat.

Tossing my hat aside, I hop up onto the bed. In five seconds flat, I have Harrison on his back, his wrists bound together, and the tail end of the rope secured to the headboard. I give it a firm tug, inching Harrison’s arms higher, and he sucks in a lungful of air, his eyes wide and pupils blown.

“Sam,” he rasps, gaze dropping to my crotch as I hover above him.

I scoot down Harrison’s body, grabbing his legs and tugging his bottom half up into the air. He gasps out again, and without wasting a second, I wrap his legs behind my head and bring my face to his ass.

“Sam.”

It’s a shout this time, and I can’t stop my grin as I run my tongue over Harrison’s asshole. He squirms, body shifting, a litany of curses leaving his lips, but I hold on tight, not willing for a second to let this man go.

“Oh my God,” he groans, voice hoarse. He bucks against me. “Sam, I’m gonna come.”

I huff a laugh, circling his cock and squeezing. “You are not.”

“I am,” he insists, breathing heavily. He groans as I push my tongue inside his body. “You…you’ve been edging me for two hours. Two hours, Sam. And you just emerged from my bathroom like…like the sexiest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen in my life. And now you’ve got your tongue up my ass, and fuck.” He pants, whole body jolting. “And my hands are tied to the headboard. Definitely gonna come.”

Well, we can’t have that, can we? At least, not yet.

I give Harrison’s ass cheek a kiss before lowering him back to the bed. His eyes zero in on my crotch, and he groans again, watching me as I reach into the nightstand.

“You own those chaps?” he asks breathlessly.

I flip open the lube. “I do. Why?”

He licks his lips. “I’m gonna need you wearing those at least once a week for…well, forever.”

A smirk takes over my face. “I think that can be arranged,” I tell him, slipping a finger inside his body.

“Sam, I need you to work fast.”

“All right, stud,” I say around a laugh. I stretch Harrison with two fingers, making sure he’s plenty wet, and then I grab a condom because we haven’t yet talked about going without. After adding more moisture to my cock, I line up, and Harrison gives me a nod.

I press forward, and it’s bliss. Always is.

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