Page 60 of Kicking Up Dust

“Yeah,” I agree, gritting my teeth and closing my eyes to spare myself the view that’s going to make me lose it. “That’s the issue. You make me feel like a fucking teenager.”

Despite every mental trick I can think of, the pressure in my balls makes it clear there’s no stopping it anymore.

“Fuck, Blair. I’m sorry,” I pant out, head tossed back against the pillows as my orgasm hits.

Blair leans forward like I asked her to before, pressing open-mouthed kisses across the tattoos on my collarbones while her hair tickles my ribs. I groan when my balls are finally empty and toss one arm over my eyes, the other winding around her waist.

“God, that’s so fucking embarrassing.”

“Hot,” Blair corrects, slowly starting to ride me again as she kisses me. I’m way too fucking sensitive for it, but I try to man up. When she rights herself and starts to get off of me, I grab her thighs.

“No, you need to come,” I argue.

She smiles at me and bends forward to kiss me again, her bump brushing against my stomach.

“Not bad enough that I want you to suffer through it.”

“I won’t suffer.”

Blair cuts me a look I’m almost positive my mama must’ve taught her already. The “I know you’re a liar” look.

“It won’t feel good, but I don’t think it could ever be called ‘suffering’ if your cunt’s involved.” She rolls her eyes at the semantics as my cock softens inside of her, practically becoming useless anyway. “Come here. Let me eat you out.”

“What? No,” she says with the cute little scrunched nose she gets when something grosses her out. “You just came inside me.”

“And?”

“And you want that in your mouth?”

I grin at her. It’s so cute how she can go from a seductress that makes me come too quickly and embarrass myself to a little prude in just a few seconds.

“It won’t be the first time I’ve had jizz in my mouth, Blair.”

Her head jerks back just a tad, enough that I know I’ve truly shocked her now. And not in a “grossed out” way, but in a confused way. She blinks, brows furrowing, and I tilt my head, narrowing my eyes at her to try and understand why she’s so confused. Have we not…? Fuck, I don’t think we have.

“You’re aware I’m bisexual, right? Surely that’s come up.”

She blinks again, mouth gaping a bit. “No. I didn’t know that.”

My stomach churns and insecurity creeps up my throat. Fuck. I didn’t think Blair would be the type to have something against it, but perhaps it was one of those things she was okay with from a distance. One of those I don’t care what you do behind closed doors, but don’t parade your lifestyle around me types.

What if I’ve somehow just ruined everything? It took me a long time to come to terms with my sexuality, and most of it didn’t happen until I left for the rodeo and got away from all of the judgy church ladies. Right now, the shame I haven’t allowed myself to feel in so long is overwhelming me again, piggybacking off of Mrs. Collins’ snide remarks earlier today.

Blair lifts herself off of me and I take the hint, getting out of bed as soon as she’s safely situated on it again. I swallow the lump in my throat and I head to the bathroom to grab a washcloth out of the linen closet.

“Colt?” Blair calls from the bedroom. “What are you doing?”

“Just a sec.” I’m probably not even loud enough for her to hear me, but I’m terrified of my voice breaking. I don’t look her in the eye when I make my way back into the room with a wet cloth, passing it to her instead of cleaning her up like I usually would. She probably doesn’t want me touching her. She’d pulled away a few seconds ago.

It’s quiet for a few seconds, neither of us moving. I can feel her eyes burning holes into my face, but I still don’t look at her.

“I thought you were going to…” she trails off, shy again.

Of course. She still hadn’t come. The pregnancy hormones made her horny. She may be repulsed by my… inclinations, but she still had needs. I nod.

“I still can, if you want. I wasn’t sure.”

“Colt,” she says again, and out of the corner of my eye, I see her lifting herself up onto her knees. I instinctively reach out for her, not wanting her to lose her balance and fall. Unfortunately, this causes me to actually look at her again as well. The confusion from earlier is still on her pretty face, but now there’s also… hurt?