Chapter 12

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Spent, exhausted, gasping, we lay side by side, our chests rising and falling in synchronized bliss. We were both in a state of post-sexed and dreamy affection, and the cream of our shoots was sticky on my stomach and back.

Beside me, the cowboy said, “That was pretty amazing.”

“Sex is always amazing with you.”

“You were like an animal with your bucking.”

“A bronco,” I laughed, enjoying our chatter.

“A wild bronco who knows how to get me off,” he said.

“You weren’t so bad yourself, pal. I loved your work back there. It was a job well done.”

We chuckled like boys then, like fresh and youthful lads, and agreed that we needed to shower off the manly stench of our unfiltered sex-romp on the massive bed.

He climbed off the bed first, dragging me to the bathroom by my arm. He chattered, “You need some spray-time, man. Let me wash you clean.”

I didn’t object. Any man in love with his cowboy wouldn’t have, of course.

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