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“Mark me, baby.” It’s a confession I shouldn’t be letting slip, but I’m too far gone to care. Mark me. Prove this was real. Give me something to take when I leave and have to wake up tomorrow without this man.
“Holy fuck.” It’s a surprised gasp that rushes out of him, and Brad sinks deep. Tingling rushes to that spot in my lower back. He keeps hitting that perfect goddamn angle, the one that leaves me crying out. There. Yes. More. As he drives me into the mattress, his teeth pinch the fleshy part of my shoulder, and we both detonate.
My balls draw up tight. Heat flashes down my spine. As my cock swells, pulses, my stomach clenches. I’m a moaning, jerking mess of cum as he jacks me hard and my release bursts everywhere. At the same time, I feel his rhythm stutter. He buries himself to the hilt and the warm flood of his release bursts forward. I feel every throb and swell, every powerful shot of him unloading to fill me.
I don’t even notice the sting of his bite. Hardly register the way he tenderly sucks on the spot afterward to ease the pain. It’s just agony knowing that it’s so good with him, and yet it can’t be him
Brad drops kisses all over my neck and shoulder as if he can’t stop roaming his lips across my blazing hot, sweat-slicked skin. With a hiss, he eases out of me, then crawls over my body. I’m rolled onto my back, my brain still flung somewhere into outer space, as he licks up all that filthy evidence of cum off my cock and stomach. He murmurs words against my dick that I can’t even tell what he’s saying, but I sink my fingers into his curls, tangling my grip in his hair. Slowly, reverently, he climbs up my body until our mouths connect and the weight of him pins me down, blanketing me perfectly.
I cocoon him in my arms, hook my ankles over the backs of his thighs, drag him as tight as possible against my front. We stay entwined, kissing like goddamn horny teenagers with the taste of me on his tongue.
My heart is surely going to explode; it’s galloping like the wind.
“How am I supposed to let you go?” Brad leans his damp forehead against mine.
“When you find the answer to how I’m supposed to walk away … maybe I’ll be able to tell you,” I mumble in reply.
The feeling of his lips curving into a smirk against my own is way too addictive. I growl and kiss him again fiercely. We’re in way too deep. In too much trouble, because the way this is going, the way we’re making out, things are absolutely going to get hot and heavy again real fucking fast.
Brad starts biting a trail down my jaw, scraping his teeth over my Adam’s apple. Nipping at that slope of skin, he roams his tongue all over my stubble, seeking out my pulse point. I’m fucking lost to the way he licks and nibbles and makes sultry little noises just below my ear.
A door bangs.
We both jerk.
“Was that the wind?” Brad sounds a little dreamy, hardly getting the words out, before we hear footsteps.
“Brad? Oh my god, I’m so sorry it took me so long to get here.” A feminine voice draws closer and closer, and oh shit, is that his friend Skylar about three seconds from bursting into his bedroom? “I came to check that you are okay. They’ve finally cleared enough of the road. What a fucking mess out there. So I knew I had to bring you coffee and a bagel, because I’m guessing you probably have zero food in this place …”
The door bursts open on its hinges, just as we both fling ourselves out of the bed. Brad stuffs a pillow in front of his cock, and I nearly crash through the door of the bathroom. In my periphery I catch sight of a tiny woman with pink hair carrying a coffee and giant takeout bag, mouth gaping at the sight of two naked cowboys scrambling for cover.
Her voice carries as I kick the door shut behind my naked ass.
“Oh, well … hello, sailor … Who is that hunk of a specimen?”
CHAPTER 17
“Oh, well … hello, sailor … Who is that hunk of a specimen?”
Sky’s face contorts into the wickedest grin possible. Her blue eyes startle wide, focus bouncing down to my hands covering my dick and then to the buck-naked globes of Flinn’s ass disappearing into the bathroom.
“Out.” Clearing my throat forcefully, I carefully readjust the pillow. Keeping it clutched carefully in one fist, I spin a forefinger in the air, gesturing in the direction she came from. “About face. Outta here. Right now.”
The shower starts running, and Flinn remains hidden as I follow behind my best friend. Knowing that I definitely smell of sex, I have cum on my tongue, my hair is a mess, and in all honestly I’ve barely reconnected with my body after that orgasm … yeah … she’s gonna have a million and one questions for me.
None of which I’m entertaining. Certainly not right now.
“Well, aren’t you just full of surprises …” Sky’s voice is all lilting singsong over her shoulder. “Here I am, worried you’ve starved to death all alone under ten feet of snow in your little hillside shack. When the truth is you’ve been eating just fiiiiiine.”
Fuck. I readjust the pillow, keeping my groin covered, and drag my fingers through my hair. We really are just sneaking around, indulging in something kinda insane. I’ve gotta snap the fuck outta this and get back to life as normal.
“Who’s Buns of Steel in there?” She sets the coffee down and spins around to face me, arms crossed. A smirk a mile wide occupies her lips.
“Okay, I adore you forever. Thank you for the provisions … but you need to leave right now,” I hiss.
“Why? Can’t I meet boy toy?” She tilts her head, not so subtly peering around me. God, I hope Flinn isn’t hovering in that doorway.
“No.” I snap my fingers repeatedly in front of her face, getting her focus back on me.
