Chapter 25

His face turned even redder and his eyes seemed to glaze over in mindless lust—I knew he was going to explode in a matter of seconds. He grunted, “Going to shoot, Bradley, get ready.”

And ready I was. He humped me a few more times, then he pulled out and sat back on his haunches. He pulled the condom off his post and started to jack his stick.

I couldn’t stop looking at him, hypnotized by his cowboy aura, his strength and showmanship, and massive tool. I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. I’d jumped into his world, and onto his body, but our physical connection was somehow less important than the strength of my feeling for him.Cord Darringer was Mr. Stockton County, Mr. Right, and Mr. Perfect. I would have him in full. I would make him mine by virtue of the unbreakable bond between our two souls.