Page 36 of Roping My Rival

Blindly groping, I grip his ass and haul him tight to me, forcing him to adjust his hand and rub us together.

I haven’t had sex in far too long, and my orgasm is embarrassingly close.

“Bet you I can c-come before you do,” I pant. Not exactly something to brag about, but I’m confident I can win, at least. My balls are already pulling up before he answers.

“Do it and let me hear you.”

I don’t even know if he was close, too, or what the hell just happened. All I know is I’ve never come that hard in my life. I’ve also slid down the wall, causing Dane to curse and wedge his knee between my thighs. He never stops jerking himself, though, and he drops his head to my shoulder as his orgasm joins mine.

The air is thick with sex and ragged breaths. My pants are at my knees, and my hand finds Dane’s back. My fingertips dance lightly across his spine, and he places a kiss on my neck with a contented sigh.

It’s intimate and close to heaven.

Then I remember who this is and what I’ve just done.

“Can we please not talk about this ever again?” I allow my hand to fall away from his back and turn my face away from him.

Dane steps back, and the heat of his body and the touch of his head on my shoulder are a loss I feel to my soul.

“Whatever you want…Burke.”

His voice is flat and so void of any emotion, I want to go back in time and take away what I said. I want more of the blue eyes waiting for me to grant him permission to touch and taste.

The sound of the bathroom door closing, followed by running water, finally spurs me into action. After ripping off my shirt, I mop up the mess the best I can before shucking my pants—after my boots, because apparently, I was too horny to take them off—and rummaging for a clean pair of underwear.

I could ignore the kiss for a few weeks, but this? There’s no way I can forget this.

But what the fuck am I gonna do about it?

As I expected, our ride home the next morning is the most awkward situation in my life. It’s like a prolonged walk of shame.

Although I’m not ashamed of what we did. I liked it a helluva lot.

Dane would sit in the trailer with the horses if he could just to be further away from me, I think. I assumed he’d be his usual cocky self and not even let on that it bothered him.

But I’ve underestimated him again.

“We should clear the air before our next rodeo. It wouldn’t be good for us to have this…thing between us.”

Dane turns his head slightly towards me before staring straight out the windshield again.

“I thought you said not to talk about it.”

“I did, but clearly, we have some tension we need to work out. I don’t want this affecting our performance in the ring.”

“It won’t,” he clips, and I’m not sure if that makes me feel better or not.

“You sure? If you could ride outside the truck, I think you would. You’ve barely said a word for the last two hours.”

“Excuse me for not wanting to talk in the morning. I slept like shit, and the hotel coffee was also shit.”

“Is the sleep thing because of me?”

Dane huffs. “This might surprise you, Burke, but not everything is about you. You helped me come. I should’ve been relaxed. I wasn’t. The end.”

“Do you…Would you want to talk about what made you sleep like shit if it’s not me?”

“No.”