Page 52 of Roped in Rawhide

Chance’s chuckle caresses my forehead before he plants a kiss on the spot. “You should know by now how seriously I take funny business when it comes to you.”

Awareness pokes at me when blinding light streaks through the window. The first thing I notice after that is the heat. I’m burning up as if a fever has me in its clutches. But then I realize it’s the woman of my dreams snuggled against me.

We’re tucked tightly together—as close as two individuals can be. During the night, Gemma turned to face the wall so her back is flush with my front. She chose to remain naked, which pleased me to a fault. I left my boxer shorts on to avoid temptation. We’re spooning and it couldn’t be hotter. Literally.

She’s still asleep. There’s not a chance I’m moving, even if there’s fire under my skin. I exhale and relax into our entwined position. That’s when I feel it. My eyes spring open in alarm. There’s an unfamiliar snugness cradling my dick.

Oh, fuck.

I take a second to confirm my assumption. The slick warmth I’ve never experienced prior to this moment is undeniable. At some point, I’ve managed to slip inside of Gemma’s pussy.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

This is a massive violation. She didn’t consent. It’s not a line I’d ever consciously cross.

I try to pull out without causing more damage. My heart gallops at full speed. Just as I’m about to slip free, Gemma whimpers and wiggles her hips. She freezes almost immediately after.

“Are we…?” Her croaky voice trails off when she pushes her ass pushes into my groin. “Having sex?”

“Uh, well… I’m no expert, but I don’t think this counts. It’s just the tip.”

Her body stills. She might not even be breathing. “Just the tip still counts!”

“Gem, I’m really sorry. I didn’t do it on purpose.”

“How did your cock accidentally slide into me?”

“No idea,” I admit truthfully. “We were already… connected when I woke up. I guess it’s instinct or something. Should we finish?”

Gemma flips over faster than a flapjack on a griddle. The seamless motion dislodges my dick from between her legs like an unwanted houseguest. Her stricken expression appears horrified. “Your first time isn’t going to be in my horse trailer.”

“Why not?”

“It’s not special or romantic.” She makes it sound as if I suggested getting married in here.

I chuckle. “It doesn’t matter where we do it. So long as it’s with you, I couldn’t care less where we are.”

“I’ll care enough for both of us.” She rolls onto her back and throws an arm over her eyes.

My fingers pry the makeshift blindfold off her face, allowing our gazes to clash. “You’re all I need to make it memorable.”

She clicks her tongue. “There’s no sweet talkin’ your big dick outta this one. What did I say about funny business?”

“How do we know this wasn’t a mutual decision? You could’ve pushed yourself onto me.”

Her squint is skeptical and for good reason. “That doesn’t seem right.”

“Either way, we weren’t coherent. I’ll accept full responsibility, but please don’t go back to hating me.” I clutch onto her hip in case she tries to flee.

The strain around her eyes and mouth soften. “It’s fine. You didn’t do it on purpose.”

My exhale is loud with relief. “Now that you’re aware and able to participate, I want you to take what’s left of my virginity.”

“When the time is right,” Gemma counters.

“This very instant works for me.” The throbbing in my dick makes itself known, forcing out a drop of precum. I collect the moisture on my thumb and begin stroking myself. “We should take advantage of the situation.”

Her wide stare is fixed on my lazy pace. “What’re you doing?”