He’s prepared to get down on the hard gravel and give this to me, and that in itself means more than any endless weakness I might have for his lips to be wrapped around my cock. “Your knee,” I warn. The cowboy he is, Kayce’s jaw tightens with determination. “It’s fine.” Oh, my sweet boy. I see it, and feel it in his energy, just how sincere he is in wanting to demonstrate his willingness, once and for all.
