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“Goddamn it,” I ground out, holding her still so we could both get our bearings.
“So full,” she panted against my neck. “God, I’m so full.”
“You can take me, Hardin,” I assured her as I reached between us and spread my fingers around where we were connected. I found her clit and pressed the pad of my thumb against it. “Just breathe, baby. Relax and feel how goddamn good this is.”
A needy whimper pushed past her lips as she rocked her hips.
“That’s it,” I coaxed, the back my head feeling like it was dangerously close to blowing off. “God, you feel incredible, Hardin.”
Her pace picked up, her breasts swinging with each movement. “Ride my cock.”
“Yes,” she hissed between clenched teeth as she did. What started as timid, nervous thrusts turned into something wild and out of control. She rode me so hard I saw stars. A tingle started at the base of my spine, and I could feel my balls draw tight. I was desperate to blow, but not until she did.
I pinched her clit and sucked her nipple into my mouth, setting her off. Her walls clamped down around me as her head fell back and she shouted out my name so loud I thought the windows might rattle.
And I was right behind her. With one arm banded around her waist, I pinned her down against me and drove myself upward, once, twice, three times, letting the spasms of her pussy milk me dry as I emptied inside of her on a roar.
15
HARDIN
With each step, I could still feel the reminder of what Ford and I had gotten up to the night before in the back seat of my car. Each step was a twinge, each crouch an ache, and each time I felt it, I couldn’t help but smile.
It had been... there were no words to describe how incredible sex with Ford had been. I only wished the aftermath hadn’t been so damn awkward. The fog in my brain back in the bar had lifted, the looseness from the booze was long gone, and when I came down from the high from the two best orgasms of my life, reality returned and waited.
I hadn’t known what to say or do, so I’d slid off his lap and awkwardly re-dressed while he did the same. Neither of us spoke a word to each other about what happened or what it meant.
I was never the kind of woman to have a one-night stand before, not because I was opposed to it, but because the circumstances had never really presented themselves. I wasn’t thinking about the long-term repercussions with Ford, and while a quick, casual hookup with someone you’d crushed on for quite some time wasn’t exactly the smartest move, if that was where his head had been I wouldn’t have faulted him.
I wished I’d gotten some clarification. Now things just felt... weird. I didn’t know what to think, or say, or how to act, and he hadn’t exactly clarified things either.
He’d pulled me into another kiss that made my toes curl—literally—then opened the door, effectively letting the real world back in, and climbed out of the car on the order that I drive home safely, and he’d talk to me soon.
I’d driven home confused as hell and in a state of bliss from nearly being fucked out of my mind.
When I climbed out of the shower in the morning, I noticed faint pink teeth marks on my breast and beard burn on my neck from the stubble coating Ford’s chin, and that flood of arousal that had rendered me temporarily stupid the night before came rushing back. My body craved him in a way it had never craved another man’s before.
As embarrassing as it was to admit, I’d gotten by the past several years with nothing more than a battery-operated toy I only used a few times a month. Not even once a week! Sex and orgasms were so far on the back burner, I sometimes forgot all about them.
But Ford had brought something out in me that I was suddenly afraid I wouldn’t be able to shove back into its cage.
My phone vibrated in my back pocket for the millionth time, and I knew whoever it was, they weren’t giving up. Shutting off the vacuum, I pulled it out and blew out a loud raspberry at the sight of Asher’s name. She’d already called three times, and between the other Whiskey Dolls, I had a total of eight missed calls.
I knew Asher, and if I didn’t answer, she was going to drive her nosy behind to my house and demand answers, and I wasn’t sure I could hide the effects of last night from her. The damn woman was like a bloodhound when it came to sniffing out that one of her friends had gotten laid.
“Hello?”
“It’s about damn time!” she blasted through the line. “I was about to call the police and report you as a missing person.”
I rolled my eyes at her dramatics. “Okay, crazy. Just calm down. I was in the middle of cleaning, not lying dead in a ditch somewhere.”
There was a brief moment of silence, then a bewildered, “You’recleaning? You go out on your first date in forever, with a dude who’s a certified ten, I might add, and instead of calling me first thing this morning to dish, you started cleaning?”
“You know I’m sitting right here, right?” Owen called out to her. She quickly shushed him and returned her attention to me.
“Explain, please, because I don’t get it. Did the date suck or something?”
I moved to the couch and plopped down, curling my legs beneath me. “No, it didn’t suck. It was a really nice date.”
