CHAPTER 172

He was that transparent, was he? She was right. They would have other nights. Days. Evenings. Mornings. Afternoons. Hopefully, a lifetime full of them.

“Let’s go take a shower,” she said.

Eric lifted his head about an inch off the pillow but couldn’t muster the strength to open his eyes and look at her. “Together?”

“Unless you have a better idea.”

“It’s a great idea. I just don’t think I can stand.” He dropped his head back on the pillow. “You wore me out, woman.”

“Awww, poor baby. Did I ride my cowboy too long?” she asked, grabbing the cowboy hat from the bed and squashing it on his head.

He grinned. “I’m not complaining.”

“Perhaps if you hadn’t insisted that you had a six-shooter.” She giggled and ran a finger down his limp cock. Eric doubted it would ever work again.

“I should have stopped after three.”

“You lasted over half an hour that last time.” She rose on one arm, knocked his hat back, and looked at him. “Seems my theory was correct.”

“I’m surprised I came that last time. I d