Page 85 of Cowboys Next Door

I’m soaked already, waist raised, the tip of his ready shaft slipping against my opening as he sets himself back to look at me, licking his lips.

“I missed you too, Rosie,” he whispers before thrusting into me with so much force, I cry out. He’s inside me deeper than he’s ever been, his thrusts wild and unrelenting, the pent-up passion of the past weeks overtaking him.

My hands clutch his shoulders for support, his jabs hot, savage, drenched. Toes curling, I howl, the windows echoing with every push, but I can’t get enough of him. My climax builds, but I don’t have time to warn him as I come, wave after wave.

Panting, he pulls back to smile at me, biting on my lower lip and drilling into me harder to muffle my cries of ecstasy.

“Shh… you wouldn’t want anyone to call the sheriff,” he rasps in my ear, and somehow, that only makes me wetter.

“Just… fuck… me,” I manage to sputter.

Connor does not need to be told again. My eyes roll back, his erection thickening to fill me as my pussy walls lock in around him, sucking him into me. I don’t want to ever let him go, keeping him firmly against me, melding to my skin where he belongs. There’s a cramping in my legs, but I can barely feel it above all else that’s happening to my body.

“Oh, fuck, Rosie…”

Higher I arch, drowning his massive unit inside me, my breasts pressed to his rippled chest until I’m losing control again, sweat sliding me along the marble to the edge of the kitchen island.

His hold on me never falters, but his release is imminent, and he groans again. I feel it all, like a lava explosion inside me, and I moan, clinging to him as if he were going to let me fall to the floor. But Connor holds me fast and secure, keeping me close and comfortable, his breath hot in my ear as he kisses me until I can finally breathe again.

We peel ourselves apart, our skin almost glued together as Connor hops a couple of steps to the left to pull up his pants and help me off the counter. I slip off, still vaguely heady and a bit dizzy, but he’s got me. Swaying on my feet, I take a second to catch my bearings.

“I needed that,” I tell him honestly. “I felt like I was losing you, babe.”

Handing me a bottle of water, he smiles. “I really did miss you,” he tells me, but his eyes shift away when he says it.

My smile falters slightly as I sense a caveat in his words. “But?” My eyes narrow, my euphoria slipping away.

“But nothing. I did miss you. I… I love you too, Rose. That’s been the hardest part of these past couple of weeks—not being with you. You have no idea how many times I wanted to call you, but…”

“But what, Con?” I press, ambling toward him to cup his face. “You love me. I love you. Just come back.”

He shakes his head. “I can’t… not with Eli and Hudson.”

I feel like I’ve been slapped.

Oh, please don’t make me choose between you.

That’s a decision I can’t even fathom.

He’s still speaking from a place of hurt. I just have to remind him what he’s missing.

“Come on, Con. You grew up with Eli and Hudson. You’ve known them since you were kids—babies, even. You can’t say you don’t miss them, too.”

He looks away, and I seize the moment. “And my grandmother? You mean to say you don’t miss her smart-assed remarks? Hey, do you know she’s got a boyfriend?”

His head pops up with interest. “What? Really?”

“You see all the fun you’re missing?” I tease. “And never mind that the first barn’s almost up. Soon we’ll have horses, and I’ll need all the help I can get once the ranch is actually, well, a ranch.”

Connor maintains an uncomfortable expression on his face, and my heart sinks as I realize that this has not changed anything.

“Connor—”

“Rose, it’s…” He inhales. “Maybe that’s why it’s easier to forgive you than them.” I close my mouth and listen, leaning up against the counter with my head cocked. “I haven’t known you as long, and you really haven’t been a part of the BB all that long. I thought about what you said, and you’re right: it’s not really your betrayal, and it wasn’t your secret. I shouldn’t have been upset with you at all. But the others? I have known them my whole life. And they’ve kept me on the outside. They could have told me, all these years, and chose not to.”

I bite on the insides of my cheeks and drop my head. “I’m sorry you’re so hurt, Con,” I whisper, throwing myself into his arms. “But I know that none of them ever meant to hurt you.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not ready to get over it.”

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