Page 13 of Working for Her Heart

His hands cover mine, stilling them. “As much as I love you stroking me, I want to be inside that sweet pussy of yours when I come.”

“Yesss,” I agree on a breathy exhale. Nothing sounds better.

We quickly rinse and dry off haphazardly. I attempt to squeeze all the water I can from my soaked strands, but it’s futile at best. I’m pretty sure Lane won’t care anyway.

He proves me correct when he fits himself behind me, thrusting his cock against my ass. His hands slide around to my front, one hefting a breast, the other sliding between my legs. His lips come to the juncture of my shoulder and neck, which is exposed with my head tilted to the side as I wring my long tresses with the towel.

“Fuck. Look at how fucking sexy you are.”

I startle, realizing we’re on display in the bathroom mirror. My eyes lock on where Lane’s hands are on my body, playing it like an expert virtuoso. This is a new experience for me as well. One I never would’ve entertained in a million years in the past. No way would I put all my flaws on exhibit for me to watch wobble around, but Lane’s lust filled gaze staring back at me has me forgetting all of it.

His dark, tanned hands against my pale skin is erotic. Nimble fingers roll my hard nipple with just the right amount of pressure. His other hand slides between my spread thighs through my juices, fingers circling my throbbing bundle of nerves before one sinks inside me.

He pulses the digit in time with his thrusting cock nestled in the crevice of my ass. My core clenches with increasing frequency as his thumb brushes my clit. I brace my hands on the edge of the vanity as my legs tremble.

“Oh God. Please don’t stop. Just like that,” I plead without thought. Not at all caring how needy I sound. He’s driven me beyond all reason.

My breasts raise violently with each sucking breath I take. My entire existence narrows to the places where Lane is touching me, bringing me to a level of euphoria that has my whole body humming with an other worldly pleasure.

Just as I reach the precipice, his talented fingers leave me hanging. My gaze jerks to his in the mirror with a whimper, my jaw slack. “Why’d you stop? I was right there.”

He smirks, and a shiver overtakes me when his breath whispers over my flesh. “I know, but I need to hear it first.”

My eyes narrow. “What?”

“Told you I’d have you begging, now tell me you’re mine, because there’s no going back after this, Jess.” He kisses my skin just below my ear.

We watch each other in the mirror, and when I stay stubbornly silent, his fingers begin moving again only to stop once more when I’m right there. A frustrated groan tears from me.

“Say it, and we’ll finish this together.” He tweaks my nipple and a gush releases over his hand between my legs. He groans, rubbing his thick length against me.

I absolutely shouldn’t be turned on by his alpha display, but being dominated by this man is nothing like I would’ve imagined. It leaves me with the feeling of being cherished, which I’ve never experienced, and not at all like a possession. When his fingers ever so lightly brush my throbbing clit, I break.

“I’m yours,” I whimper, no longer able to deny what we both know to be true anyway. He owns me.

The words have the effect of a starting gun. He increases the pace and pressure as my walls clamp tight. I’m so completely on edge it only takes seconds before a keening wail tears from me as spots dance in my vision. My entire body goes board stiff.

As I float in a blissful haze, Lane’s grunt breaks through, as does the slight sting of pain when he bites my shoulder. Hot ropes of his cum cover my lower back. My hazy gaze focuses on him in the mirror, watching in wonder as he too is overcome with pleasure.

“Fucking heaven,” he mutters.

And I couldn’t agree more, which scares the shit out of me.

Chapter Eleven

Lane

I whistle as I put away my tools from the repair I just did on a dump truck at Forge Creek Public Works Yard.

“Damn son, you’re usually a chipper fella, but you’re almost crossing into creepy clown territory with that perma-grin and whistling,” Hank Mullins declares. “Gotta be a woman.”

“Isn’t it always?” I chirp, my smile getting wider if possible. Honestly, my cheeks are starting to hurt, but it’s impossible to keep the smile from my face at this point. Jessa has me ass over teakettle and I couldn’t be happier.

Well, I could. I’m not thrilled we’ve been split up now she has her bearings and has proven her skills as a first-class mechanic. But getting to go home with her every night goes a long way to making things fucking right as rain.

Hank’s thick gray mustache twitches. “I suppose you’re right. Glad you found a woman who makes it all worthwhile. This truck good to go now?”

I pat the fender of the big vehicle. “Good as new. And thanks, I am too.” I glance at my watch. “Perfect timing too. It’s time for me to head back to the yard. See ya around Hank.”