Chapter 9: Upright and Ready
Bedroom
9:36 P.M.
Gray was in our bed, naked in the light flickering from the pale candle on the nightstand and ready for my skin to melt with his. He’d opened the floor-to-ceiling windows to let the soft sounds of the grasslands at night float in: crickets, a distant owl hooting from a lonely tree, the calming whisper of wind against the house. He lay with his legs spread wide, his nine-inch cut c**k upright between his strong thighs. The cowboy looked model-stunning on the clean sheets: mussed blond hair, Cancun-blue eyes shining brightly in the candle’s soft light, pert strawberry-colored n*****s on his hairless rippled chest, mounded abs, and dented navel. He grinned from ear to ear as he took his d**k in hand and pointed it at me, saying, “I’ve been wai
