That finished him. His cock jerked as he came hard, hard enough to drive the air from his lungs. Cordy moaned his name, her fingers working between her legs.
He kept her legs wide and his cock deep inside her as long as he could. But eventually, he slipped out and knew he had to let go.
Cordy wriggled over so she was facing him. Her eyelids drooped, but her mouth was wary. “I can go back to my bed. Just give me a second.”
He grabbed her thigh. “Hell no. You can stay here.”
“Are you sure?”
“Unless you want to go.” He knew he had to give her the choice, but his instincts were shouting at him to never let her go.
“I can stay.” She sighed as Chance pulled the blankets over her. “Your bed is so nice.”
“Nicer with you in it.”
As he settled in next to Cordy, Chance wasn’t sure what to do next. Sex and everything that came before it was his specialty, but he’d never stuck around after.
Did they just… fall asleep? Did she want to talk?
Honestly, he wanted to sleep now, with her in his arms. Chance pulled her close, mindful of her belly. And then he waited, fighting waves of sleep. If she wanted to do… whatever, he was ready.
“Chance?” Cordy’s voice was a tired mumble. “You can go to sleep.”
“Oh. You sure?”
She gave a soft laugh. “Yes. Please. We have to get all we can.”
Right. Right, because the baby was coming soon. Somehow, that calmed him enough that when the next wave of blackness swelled, he let it take him down to sleep.
twenty-one
Morning had come.The sun shone bright and strong through the bedroom windows. The clock said it was way past when Chance should be waking up, but he was on paternity leave. No need to race out to the pastures.
Chance looked at the sleeping woman beside him, his heart spooking like an unbroken horse.
He’d made love to Cordy. He’d brought her into his bed, let her stay there.
He ran a shaking hand down his face, willing his heart to stop sidestepping.Christ,what had he been thinking? Last night, she’d as good as told him she was moving out soon. Reed’s house was waiting for her.
That news had almost made him snap, and he couldn’t understand why. Cordy was a free woman; she could go where she pleased. Living in Reed’s house was the perfect solution to her problems. The Saxons ought to have agreed sooner—Chance was still pissed about that—but it was all worked out.
Okay, fine, he was pissed about her leaving, too. So what had he done? He’d gone bare with her, skin to skin, come inside her, and slept with her in his bed.
And now he was losing it.
Chance wasn’t in love with her since he would definitely let her go when the time came, so what was happening to him?
He had to get out of here. So he dressed as quickly and quietly as he could, didn’t say goodbye to the dog, didn’t even leave her breakfast like he had been doing.
Chance just disappeared.
The fence in the south pasture needed checking, so he spent his morning doing that. Luckily, his brothers were running a load of cattle to their Younger cousins, so Chance could be completely alone with his freakout.
If he had to face Quint or Rye, they’d know immediately something was up. Chance couldn’t stop sweating through his shirt, and it was barely over fifty degrees.
His phone was off, so he’d never know if Cordy tried to contact him. The guilt ate him up inside, but she had other people she could call—Ruby, Jaycee, the Saxons. She wasn’t alone or depending only on him.
She couldn’t depend on him; Cordy had to know that. He was a fucking mess, and the cold sweat dripping off his shirt hem proved that. One night together and he was falling apart.
