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Was that the problem? He wanted exclusivity. I knew this time would come. “Do you want to change the dynamics of our relationship?”

I didn’t know how I would pick, but if that was the problem, at least I understood it.

“No. I don’t want you to change anything. It’s fine, Jacob.”

He still called me Jacob, which meant something. Grabbing the boxes from dinner, he packed them away and set them next to the trash can, then walked into the hall to the common bathroom. When he came back into the room, he climbed into bed.

“We have an early day tomorrow. Good night.”

I looked at the clock, and it was 8:30 p.m. It was way too early for sleep, so I sat on the edge of the bed for a long time, staring at Joe’s back. Finally, I stood up, nothing ventured, nothing gained. I made sure the door was locked, then went to Joe’s bed. Stripping all my clothes off, I slipped under the covers. He wore only his boxer briefs, and without a word, I slid to him, my body covering his.

“Jacob, I don’t think.”

I put my fingers over his lips, then worked my way down his body, kissing his neck and throat. Using my teeth, I scraped down his pecs, pushed the comforter off him, and saw the outline of his thick, hard cock. Moving my hands to the waistband, I tugged slightly, then looked to Joe to make sure I didn’t push him into something he didn't want. His eyes were heavily hooded and dark. When he smiled slightly and nodded, my heart soared. We both wanted this to happen. As I pulled off his underwear, I watched as his body arched and shuddered as my hands ran down his sides and thighs.

When I took his length in my hand, the soft gasp that slipped from Joe sent an electric spark through my body. He still wanted me. These responses weren’t those of a man who didn’t have feelings. I needed this from him, and I hoped this would repair the link that seemed to be breaking between us.

Licking around the crown of his cock, my tongue dipped into the slit, and a burst of flavor hit my tongue. I couldn’t control the moan that slipped from me. Everything in my heart lit up. I wanted this connection with the man I had fallen for. I needed him. My lips sealed around the glans, sucking the head, then slipping only an inch down the shaft.

“Fuck. Jacob. That feels incredible.”

The encouragement was great, and it made me want to please him even more. When I took him deeper, I ran the flat of my tongue up the length of his shaft, and then his cock was at the back of my throat. I swallowed around him, the head cutting off some of my air, as I gave him power. I repeated this multiple times, unable to resist, I rubbed my own aching member with one hand, then massaged his balls. I pulled and rubbed while I worked his erection. The heat of the taut skin under my lips was mesmerizing.

“Jacob. So good. Not going to last.”

His hips started to flex, he pushed himself deeper into my throat, and I loved it. The way he used me, needed me, it felt good to have this with him. His hand went to my hair, gripping it, while he pumped a few more times.

“Shit. God, yes. Take it, Jacob.”

With that, he flooded my mouth with his release, and I greedily swallowed all of it. That was all I needed. My own orgasm washed over me, covering my hand, my body shaking—Joe had my heart.

I wasn’t going to leave this bed unless absolutely necessary. Groping around on the floor, I found my T-shirt and wiped my hand.

“We needed that. Thank you.” I whispered in his ear.

Joe leaned up and kissed me, but he didn’t deepen it, which hurt. Right now, I am glad we were able to have some intimacy, which made me feel better.

“We did.” He said quietly. “Stay here with me?”

I let out a sigh of relief. He didn’t know that I hadn’t planned to leave, but I was more than happy to give him what he asked for. “Of course.”

Wrapping my arms around him, I realized there was nothing I wouldn’t do for him. If only I could figure out what was going on, because I wasn’t stupid enough to think that having sex would fix everything, but at least this helped keep him from running tonight.

Chapter twenty-eight

JACOB

As I sat on Dusty’s back and watched Joe take pictures of the cattle we were driving, I couldn’t help but be proud of him. You would never guess he’d only been riding for a few months. The confidence he showed had to come from within. This was the second day we were up at dawn, Joe took pictures of the chef preparing breakfast, then the guests enjoying the food as the sun welcomed us.

“Can you swap this lens for me?” He handed me his camera while he used another to keep taking pictures of the horses ahead of us. Being with him had worked out well. He was able to focus on his art while I managed the equipment. By the time we returned to the ranch in three days, he would have thousands of photos. I knew the ranch had purchased 50 photos and would have to buy additional ones they wanted. This should be a fruitful project for him.

“I’m ready for you.” Bringing Amber next to me, he took the camera back with the lens he had requested.

We hadn’t talked much yesterday, and by the time we got into our sleeping bags, we were beyond exhausted. Today I had a better idea of how the day would go, and Joe seemed more confident as well.

Coming back over, Joe walked next to me, and Amber seemed content. I hadn’t touched Dusty’s reins the entire time we had been out, making it easier for me to help switch out cameras, lenses, filters, and memory cards.

“I think we have about twenty minutes before we stop for lunch. There are only so many ways I can take pictures of cows moving.” He chuckled. The sound warmed my heart.