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up toward him.
    “Ah, let me guess. Telling me without words to get busy?” He
pressed his tongue deep inside her canal, swirling it around and around as he
sucked at her juices.
    So close to climax already, buzzing started in her head,
swirling and swelling until she felt nothing but his mouth on her.
    Moving his tongue from her core to her clit, he used his
thumbs to part her, looked closely at her, then dove in, taking her bud between
his lips and sucking, rubbing his lips on her, touching her every… “Oh Jackson,
yes!” The words blasted out of her as she stiffened and blew apart, her mind
shattering in a million different directions as her body flooded with heat, her
core contracted tighter with each heartbeat. “Jackson.” The second wave hit
her, making her shake and squeeze her eyes tight, flashing colors popping and
shooting off in her head.
    Slowly her body relaxed, her thoughts came back from their
journey around the universe, and her eyes opened to see him smiling, kissing
her pussy lips, and lapping up her cream. “Jackson. Wow. Like, double
happiness.”
    He laughed. “Even your bedroom talk is uniquely Rori.”
    Feeling her cheeks heat, she gave him a slow smile. “I don’t
want you to…” She almost said forget me, but that would throw a cold,
wet blanket over the night. “…get bored.”
    “Bored.” His expression shifted, darkening, his brows
dropped and his mouth turned down into a frown.
    Had she made him angry?”
    ****
    Jackson froze with the mixture of regret and loss that hit
him like a freight train. How could she think he’d be bored with her? She was
like no one he’d ever met. Not even like a new chapter in his life, but more
like a whole new book he’d never seen before. Unique and quirky, absolutely,
but also fresh and honest and smart as anyone he’d ever known.
    He crawled up next to Rori and rearranged her so she lay
tucked into him, her warm body reminding him how cold his nights were when he
slept alone. Which was most always. He’d accept the favors offered from buckle
bunnies on the rodeo circuit, but after their hours were up, he’d drive them
home, or leave their place, always returning alone to his empty bed.
    It was his way of protecting them. He didn’t want to become
like his father.
    “Now, haven’t we forgotten something?” Rori’s hand brushed
the front of his jeans where inside his briefs, his erection prodded through
his unzipped fly, thrumming even fuller with her touch.
    “I think you might be right.” He shifted his hips, letting
her tug his jeans down.
    Her face in the soft light gave his heart a lurch. Pretty,
honest, natural. Not practiced in the art of seduction like the women who went
after rodeo cowboys.
    Her fingers traced his hard cock through the soft fabric of
his briefs. “I think you’re ready.”
    “Darlin’, ready barely covers it.” If he didn’t rein
himself in, he could pop off at just the touch of her hand. Easing the elastic
over the bulge of his shaft, she exposed him, watching with wide eyes as he
bobbed free, blood pulsing through his veins, hardening and lengthening him so
quickly, his brain fuzzed for a few seconds.
    “Oh, wow.” She quickly pulled off his remaining clothes and
let them drop to the floor. Kneeling near his feet, she bit her lower lip, and
slid her hands along his shinbones.
    Her gentle touch warmed him, shattered his calm, made him
want her fingers brushing along every inch of his skin.
    She moved slowly upward, circling, caressing, tracing scars
and rubbing the pads of her fingers in divots. “What do you like, Jackson?’ Her
gaze moved to his and she blinked a few times. Was she nervous?
    His usual dirty talk didn’t fit the moment, and he
hesitated, thinking of the right way to phrase his request. A lazy guy, he enjoyed
watching his women ride him, reverse or forward, sometimes both.
    “Speechless?” She grinned and leaned forward, taking the
head of his cock into her mouth.
    The sight made