“That I’ve got anal s*x in my future?”
“That, but it means forever.”
I sat down on the lip of the claw foot tub. “How does lube mean forever? They could just want to double team me and put notches in their headboards.”
“True, but not with these two. They’re not players. They’re honest-to-God, real life, honorable cowboys.”
“Who like to f**k,” I added. “A lot.”
“Even better. You’ve told me what they want. How do you feel about them?”
I stood, tucked the phone between my cheek and my shoulder and worked off my socks and jeans. I had to multi-task here if I was going to be ready for Micah and Colt in the hour window they’d given me. The idea of a spanking had my n*****s hardening, but I needed a breather. I was a little sore. It was their intensity, though, that had me wanting a little
