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rocked his hips slowly, his cock stirring and sliding deeper and deeper inside me.
    “God Willow, you’re so tight,” he gasped. “You feel so amazing.”
    He let out a long sigh as I tightened my pussy around him like a vice. I rocked my hips in the opposite direction his were moving and arched my back into his body. His pelvis pushed against my clit and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.
    “You’re going… to… make me come… again,” I gasped through waves of pleasure.
    “Yeah?” he asked, his tone encouraging. “Should I stop?” He pushed into me harder and bit my earlobe.
    “No,” I begged, gripping him tighter. “Don’t stop… don’t ever stop.” I dug my nails into his firm, muscular shoulders as spasms of ecstasy took over my body. I came loudly as his thick, solid cock impaled me over and over again.
    “Oh God, Willow,” James moaned. “Oh God… I’m so close.”
    “Give it to me, baby,” I gasped. “However you want to.”
    He pulled his arms out from under me and rose to his knees, pushing my legs back and driving even deeper into me. After six long, hard thrusts, I felt his cock tremble and explode inside me. James cried out and collapsed onto my chest. I cradled him and kissed his head as our breathing slowed to normal.
    “I know it’s only been a few days, but it felt like forever since the last time we touched,” I confessed.
    “I know,” he agreed. “Sitting on the other side of that waiting room was torture. But things will settle down soon. Cole will get strong again and we won’t have to hide anymore. We’ll find a way to settle in to our new normal.”
    The puppy whined from the living room, reminding us he was there.
    “Speaking of our new normal, it sounds like someone wants some attention,” I laughed.
    James rolled off of me and pulled on a pair of sweat pants. “I’ll take him outside, if you’ll check dinner,” he offered, passing me my clothes.
    “Deal,” I agreed with a smile. He left the room and I heard the front door open as I pulled on my yoga pants and t-shirt. I padded barefoot into the kitchen, turned the oven to warm, and then stepped out onto the porch. James was sitting in the grass holding a tug-of-war rope while the puppy danced around him with the other end in his mouth.
    “Who’s a big strong boy?” James baby talked. The puppy let out a playful, high pitched bark and pulled on the toy. “That’s right,” James continued. “You’re a big strong boy. You’re our little buddy.”
    “Careful, or he’ll think Buddy’s his name,” I teased from the porch. James turned and realized that I was outside. I sat down on the swing and he joined me, the puppy weaving in and out of his legs as he walked.
    “Maybe we should name him Little Underfoot,” he suggested with a smile. The puppy put his front paws on my legs and I lifted him into my lap.
    “No, he needs a strong name. Something meaningful,” I insisted. “He’s a cattle dog… and he’s solid white. Why don’t we name him Frost?”
    The puppy let out an excited bark, as if he was giving his approval. The side of James’s mouth turned up in a smile and he looked at me with a raised eyebrow.
    “Frost… like Lane Frost?” he asked. I knew that the bull rider was James’s ultimate hero.
    I nodded. “He’s your puppy too. I think the name is perfect.”
    James rubbed the puppy behind the ears and leaned down to his face. “What do you say little buddy? Do you want us to call you Frost?”
    The puppy barked again and licked James’s face. “I think that’s a yes,” James laughed.
    My stomach rumbled and Frost’s ears perked up. James took him from my lap and carried him towards the door.
    “Come on, Frost. Let’s make your mommy a plate before she wastes away,” he cooed as he stepped through the door. My heart was full and content as I followed my little family into the cabin.
     
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    “You look nice,” James said as I stepped into the kitchen. I