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What the hell—I want to go all the way.
“Straight up the stairs,” I breathe, breaking away.
He carries me up without missing a step, down the dark hall to my doorway where I point. His boot shoves the door shut.
“Your dad fell asleep in the office,” he pants.
“Good, but be quiet.”
He drops me on my back on the bed, and I slap the touch lamp. He towers over me, a slab of grade A, top-market beef, and pulls his shirt free. I bite my lip, pushing myself up onto my elbows. His stomach has too many ridged abs to count. Beneath his pants, I can see his dick print loud and clear. Big, thick, begging to be let out.
Clambering onto the bed and sitting back on my heels, I pull my shirt off. His brows rise, and he lets out a very low whistle.
“Nice tits,” he says.
I tug down the front of his pants and boxer briefs. His cock is somehow bigger and thicker than the print made it appear.
“Nice dick,” I say.
He smirks. “Thanks, sweetheart. You want yours before or after?”
“What?”
He braces one knee on the bed, and I have to lean back so far I fall against the pillows. His hand running up my thigh is rough and warm. “You want me to eat you out before or after?”
I falter. “Like…go down on me?”
He nods, forehead creasing. I swallow hard. The last and only guy who offered to do that was a disaster for everyone. Dad hated him so bad he hit him, and it was almost a lawsuit. Honestly, that incident scared me, and all I’ve done since then was hand stuff. Of course, I put on a persona that I’ve been sleeping around, so if word got back to Dad, he would think I didn’t care about what he did. That it didn’t traumatize me for the rest of my life.
I cared—I hated it.
The last wrangler I had an interest in, Colin, got frustrated and called it quits not long ago. I didn’t want him going down on me—or fucking me, for that matter. I jerked him off, but that was as far as I was willing to go. He was pretty patient for the first little while, then he admitted it wasn’t enough. I told him sorry, no hard feelings. We said goodbye, and I was surprised to find I didn’t really care.
Nobody has ever offered to do that. Not even the guy Dad beat up.
I swallow hard.
“No, it’s fine,” I say.
He pauses. “You want it after?”
“I don’t want it.”
My words come out harsher than I meant them to, and he lifts his palms. “Hey, I’ll do whatever you want.”
“Good,” I say, eager to move on. “Fuck me then.”
CHAPTER TWO
JAMIE
My dick is so hard, I can’t think. If I had my head on straight, I would have stopped, because she is not someone I can just fuck around with. She’s likely going to be my best friend’s sister-in-law. If I cause problems with her, it could fly back in my face. And I’d like a good working relationship with the Maxwells.
Except…I really, really want to be inside this girl.
Fuck, it’s fine.
I pull her beneath me on her twin bed and sink over her body. Her mouth is soft, yielding. I kiss it gently until she lets me suck on the tip of her tongue. It tastes sweet and kinda familiar. My hips rock, grinding my cock against the inside of her thigh. She whimpers, and I wonder distantly why she won’t let me eat her out. I love eating pussy, and I haven’t been able to do it in so damn long.
