Gray stilled, his cock buried deep inside me. “You want me to stop? I don’t want this to be fun for just me.”
“If you stop, I’ll sit on you and ride you till you give me that cum like you promised.”
“You truly don’t mind?”
“It still feels good, Gray. I just can’t come, and that’s fine. We don’t have to come every time the other does.” I eased off his cock by a few inches and twerked my ass. “Come on. Ride that ass like only a cowboy can.”
“Fuck, that’s my sexy, confident boy.” He cursed under his breath and did exactly what I’d asked. He rode me until my cries echoed in the dark and my knees rubbed raw against the blanket.
I fell forward flat on my stomach to give my knees a break. Gray lay on top of me, thrusting frantically while shoving his hands under my shirt and kissing my neck. His shallow breathing left puffs of hot breath that warmed my skin. His groans, his moans, his grunts punctuated each stroke, and his fingers dug into my flesh as he held on to me.
I tightened my grip on the blanket, the rough texture pressing against my cheek, absorbing my breathless gasps and muffled cries. Gray picked up his pace, going faster and harder, our bodies slapping together with a deliciously wet squelch.
“Gray,” I moaned his name as he expanded within me. From his quickened breaths and the way his pelvis smacked into my ass forcefully with each punch, I knew he was close. His grunts were louder now, more primal, the sound of a man lost to pleasure. Lost in me.
“Come inside me, Gray,” I sobbed. “Please.”
“I am…going to breed that tight hole like you’re mine to be bred.”
He buried his face in the curve of my shoulder and neck. He tensed on top of me and, with a final thrust that left me gasping, spilled his heat within me. His cry of release was muffled against my skin, his body shuddering heavily as he rode out his high.
“Oh my god, Ozzie.” He blew hard, his heart pounding against my back. “How am I going to keep my hands off you now?”
Maybe he doesn’t have to.
Maybe we’re already playing with fire.
As long as we don’t get burned, right?
“I’m sorry.” Gray rolled off to the side.
Confused at his sudden apology, I sat up, clenching my ass so I didn’t lose his cum. When I was in bed tonight, I wanted to feel him inside me still.
“For what?” I shifted closer to him and touched his back. Right where his tattoos of his kids’ names were. I brushed my fingersover Carter’s name and waited for regret…but nothing. I placed my head on Gray’s shoulder. When he didn’t shove me away, I relaxed against him.
Gray pulled me closer to his side and wrapped an arm around my waist. For a long time, we sat in silence. What was going through his mind? I might be the one engaged to Carter, but Gray was Carter’s father. From the way he talked about his boys, he loved them. What turmoil he must be feeling.
I took Gray’s hand and twined our fingers together. Why was being with him so easy when our relationship could only be classified as messy?
“You forgot to propose to me,” I said, trying to recapture the earlier lightness of our pretend game.
A few seconds passed. Then he chuckled. “You’re right.” He picked up his pants and searched in one of the pockets. Taking my hand in his, he slid something onto my finger. “I didn’t have much time to make this, but I thought the gesture might make you happy. Ozzie, marry me.”
Only having heard the words did I realize how close to the fire we were to being burned. He’d just dangled me over the open flames. I brought my hand up and inspected the object he’d slipped onto my finger. In the dim moonlight, it looked like a type of cord he’d twisted together to form a ring.
“When did you have time to make this?” I whispered.
“When I was with Lawson and you were with Opie.”
“B-b-but it’s a fake proposal. You didn’t have to go to this extreme.”
Gray cupped my cheek and planted his lips on mine in a soft kiss. “That’s why I like you, Ozzie. You’re genuine. Only you would think me making a ring out of twine is going to the extreme.”
I opened my mouth to answer, but Gray placed his finger on my lips and smiled. “You don’t have to give me an answer now. How about you think about it?”
I blinked, heart racing. Why did this feel real? My brain scrambled to figure out where pretense ended and real feelings began.
I closed my hand over the makeshift ring, the edges rough against my palm. Gray was already up and putting his clothes back on. The moment was shattered. What was I thinking? Of course he meant the whole thing as an extension of our game. Except I didn’t like this part of the game. It felt way too real, way too close to what I had been dreaming for years.
