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"Gotta lean back," he reminded me. "Otherwise you're gonna fall off that table."

And while he was right, it wasn't easy. I wanted to hold him, to pull at him, or something. My fingers longed to feel his flesh, but the sight of him was almost as good. Slowly, he slid out, lined himself up again, and pushed back in easily. Every inch was on display for me, and he repeated that a few times before his hands moved to cup both of my breasts.

"I'm gonna make you feel so good," he promised as his thumbs teased my nipples.

And he thrust again, filling me completely. From there, it was on. Ty knew I didn't need to be treated gently, so he didn't. No, he pumped into me nice and hard, and while I leaned back, he toyed with every inch of my body, kissing, touching, and fucking me in ways I didn't know were possible.

My eyes wanted to close with the intensity of sensation. My breath was coming hard and fast. I felt like a princess on a pedestal, being worshiped by her man, and I loved it. Every caress felt so good, but something about the way he was treating me was even better.

Because this wasn't about him getting off. This was Ty trying to make it clear he was here for me. He was mine - all mine - and I was taking. Things between us didn't have to be easy. They were intense. They were crazy. We were bull riders, so that made it ok, because he got me the same way I got him.

And he made sure I felt so damned good that nothing else mattered. Not my scores, not the sponsors, and not even the assholes trying to shame me off the circuit. This, right here, was all I could think about, and the sight of this beautiful, sexy, and amazing man giving himself to me was a fantasy come true.

The table was creaking in protest with each thrust. Our breaths were loud in the room. I could see his chest getting slick, but I refused to look away. The pleasure was growing inside me, and so close. His hands played with my breasts. His hips rolled, driving him against that sweet spot inside me until I couldn't take anymore.

Locking my legs around his waist, I came, throwing my head back as I sucked in a breath, struggling not to be too loud. Ty kept going, his hands leaving my breasts to catch my hips, and he rode me through it, higher, then higher still, until I was sure I would never feel anything this good again. And then he groaned, collapsing forward so both of us were balanced in the center of the table.

We panted, struggling to catch our breath, but my eyes were open and holding his. Neither of us could find words, but something in his gaze said enough. This was more than a fuck. So much more. It meant something, and yet I was too scared to even think of the words that might fit. Words I was not ready to use. Words I was scared to even get close to.

"Hey," he finally breathed. "Grab my shoulders, Cody. It's a long way to the bed."

I nodded and obeyed. He slid from my body, but didn't pull away. Instead, he lifted, carrying me around his waist over to the bed where he eased me down.

"Crawl in there," he told me before turning for the bathroom.

I did, pulling back the blankets for both of us, but my mind was still stuck on that look. I liked this guy. Shit, I liked him a lot. Even after me bitching him out, he'd still looked at me like that? So when Ty came back and crawled in beside me, I immediately curled up against his side.

"Ty?" I asked.

"Mm?"

"Thank you for being my protector and not giving up on me."

He turned out the light and then pulled me even closer. "The only thing I ever wanted this bad was bull riding, Cody. So no, I'm not giving up on any of it. Not ever."

Chapter36

I heardthe yelling coming from Ty's room that night. Cody sounded like she wasn't going to back down, so I sat my ass on the bed and hit my vape a few times. Tanner joined me, neither of us saying a thing so we could listen in. Maybe that was wrong of us, but this wasn't their first fight.

Ty had his head so far up his ass when it came to that girl, but I couldn't really blame him. He thought he knew what was best for her. Instead of listening to what she wanted, he ran off on his own and tried to give her what he thought she should have. Too bad for him, Cody wasn't like most of the women he'd known. Nope, she was the real kind, not some idiot putting on an act to make him happy.

I chuckled at that. Yeah, I'd figured out that the women most of us met at the bars were using us. I also didn't blame them. They saw something they liked, so they did the exact same thing every one of these bull riders did. They played the game, being the perfect delicate girl to make him feel big and tough. Then she got fucked the way she wanted. So did he. In my book, that was called a win-win.

But when the sounds changed from words to moans, I decided to call it a night. After a long, hot shower with a damned good-looking man beside me, I managed to limp my way back to the bed and drop into it the right way. My head was floating, though, and all my pain felt like it was hanging on someone else.

"Hey," Tanner said as he crawled in beside me.

I turned to him with a stoned smile. "Hey."

That made him chuckle. I knew he was feeling pretty good, but he hadn't vaped even half as much as I had.

"If you had to pick one of us," he said, "which would it be? Cody or me?"

"Naw," I grumbled. "That's like a trick question."

"Just trying to figure out what this shit is we're doing," he clarified. "Seriously, J.D. Which one of us? You more into women, or what?"

"I dunno," I mumbled, turning to face him. "I like what I like."

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