Chapter 4: All Mine
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Chapter 4: All Mine
Main House
Bedroom
9:53 P.M.
Gray and I had both had one too many cocktails at our practice wedding, so we were lucky we didn’t have to drive anywhere. It was a short walk from Cabella Hall to the main house and then to our bedroom on the second floor. After our guests’ departures and our kind thanks for their attendance, we stumbled hand in hand across the barnyard, enjoying the beautiful starry night, and we eventually made our way inside, up the stairs, and into our bedroom.
The large room had floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Glock Ranch. Rich woods and shades of brown gave the room a masculine feel. The cherry-wood California king-size bed was piled with royal blue bedding. The room also boasted reading chairs and a matching sofa by the famous Stockton County furniture designer David Redmond, my personal friend.
Once inside, we shared sloppy kisses as we undressed. Gray took a shower in the bathroom done in pale-blue quartz and different types of marble. The man enjoyed his long, hot water escapades under the spray, wasting an exorbitant amount of water—we all have our own vices. Not that his anti-green showers were going to prevent me from marrying the stud, of course. My love for him was immense, as Gray was a real find among the Stockton County cowboys. He was caring, thoughtful, aggressive in bed, and loved me to the fullest. Gray was my rock, and tossing him away would have been a true loss for me.
Of course we got frisky after he came out of his shower, strolling dripping wet all over the bedroom’s walnut floor. I always found him alluring. Gray McKeever was top-notch beautiful in my opinion—particularly when he was fresh out of the shower, completely naked, standing just a few feet away from me, and showcasing his beef. His blond hair was wet and his Cancun-blue eyes were even brighter than normal. Water droplets slid over his built and hairless chest, but he soon wiped them away with his sky-blue towel. The man’s strawberry-shaded n*****s were erect and looked to me like they needed to be licked or even gently bitten. His navel, a comma-shaped indentation in his rippled abs, glistened with moisture—it could easily drop me to my knees in hunger. Below his tight navel was something of a spectacle: his wet, blond pubic thatch and his nine inches of cut d**k, which was upright and ready to be toyed with. The shaft was veined and pulsing—a mass that could easily choke me to death while making me euphoric.
“Something tells me you want this,” he said in his aggressive cowboy tone as his right hand grabbed the plump fixture between his thick thighs and gave it a simple jack.
I stood next to the massive bed in my cherry red briefs, which were snug against me, barely hiding my growing wood. Then I winked at the man of my dreams, grinned from ear to ear, and replied, “You’re going to hurt someone if you don’t put that d**k away.”
He laughed at my comment, and added, “I was hoping to hurt you with it, Dixon.”
I shook my head, teasing him, and said, “I’m almost a married man and can’t mess around like that. My fiancé would have my ass in a sling.”
He continued to jack his wand in slow motion, the veins thick and throbbing between his muscular thighs. His clean-shaven balls bounced up and down, which was a total turn-on for me. As he kept up his handjob, he said, “I’d like to have your ass in a sling.”
Before I could respond, he dropped the towel, rushed over to me, grabbed me in his strong hands, and tossed me onto our bed, which creaked wildly. Within seconds he’d pulled down my briefs with his teeth, and the cowboy’s tongue and lips found the most sensitive places on my body for the next ten, twenty, thirty minutes as we connected in lust, blending as one, caught in a state of love.
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We were panting after melding our naked and chiseled bodies in s****l delight. Sticky, sweaty, and spent, he took me in his arms and promised never to share me with anyone else. He chanted in a mock-stern manner, “Your ass is all mine, Dixon.”
I believed him, believing in his protection. I was his in full, surrendering my life and heart to him as his future husband. I wasn’t going to lose my identity or become his handsome token. I’d never been arm candy, and I certainly didn’t plan on becoming arm candy any time soon. Rather, we’d formed an agreement : He’d use my well-built body for his s****l needs, whenever and wherever he desired; he promised never to sleep with another man; and his heartfelt emotions convinced me that he’d wanted to keep me forever.
We slept in each other’s arms that night. Gray fell asleep first, lightly snoring. And soon I joined him in that faraway place of tranquil dreams where men have the right to marry and no one condemned them. We slept soundly together, naked and spooning, until the dawn of a new day.
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