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Watching Maci Price ride me was something I would never get used to; I was sure of it. From her wild hair to her lust-filled gaze to the perfect view it gave me of her body as she rolled her hips, she was a fantasy. A sin-filled fantasy I wanted to revisit again and again.
Gripping her hips when she bowed over me, her body trembling from the force of her orgasm, I held her in place as I thrust into her. Desperate to come with her when I’d already been struggling to hold off.
But then she said my name. Just a breath, but it twisted from her like a prayer and a confession, and I was gone. Losing myself in everything that was Maci and us as my orgasm raced down my spine and poured into her.
Nothing...literally nothing had ever felt like this. No one had ever felt like her. But as much as I craved this inexplicable feeling, it terrified me a little more each day.
Like a part of me knew it couldn’t last. Or maybe I could sense that fallout coming, whatever it might be.
Maci placed a soft kiss on my chest before turning her head so her cheek was resting against me. Her shoulders and back rose and fell with each heaving breath as I ran one hand through her vibrant red hair and wrapped my other arm around her. Holding her close as if that could prevent the fallout a little longer.
“Come here,” I muttered gently and pulled her up to steal an unhurried kiss. When she pulled back with a contented hum, my gaze skated over her swollen lips and lingered on the line from where I’d bitten down a little too rough earlier.
I ran my thumb over the mark, the corner of my mouth twitching with self-loathing when she nipped at the tip of my finger. “I didn’t mean to hurt you,” I said, trying to assure her.
“You didn’t.” Her eyes danced with satisfaction that quickly dimmed as she studied me. Pushing up a little to better look at me, she kept her tone firm as she said, “Connor, it didn’t hurt. I wouldn’t have even known it was bad if you hadn’t noticed the blood.”
That was just it—I’d made her bleed.
All I’d been able to think about in those first few seconds after seeing the blood on her lip was, what if next time, it wasn’t during rough sex? The chill and dread that were quick to overwhelm me had nearly been enough to make me send Maci back to her apartment. But this goddamn girl could make me forget anything.
My past. My suffocating fears. The fact that she was off-limits.
My lips parted to respond when loud banging came from my door.
Maci and I both froze, and her eyes widened with alarm when the muffled voices sounded next. “Get out here, asshole! Let’s get a beer.”
She scrambled off me before her brothers finished yelling and immediately grabbed for her clothes. Tripping and stumbling into my dresser as she hurried into her pants, a string of curses leaving her as I stepped into my work pants just as it started up again.
“We’re busting down your door if you’re not out here in ten seconds,” one of the twins yelled as they pounded on my door. “Ten, nine...”
I grabbed Maci and pulled her close, kissing her hard and fast and wishing I could prolong it. If her brothers found out tonight, so be it, but I would rather it happen any other way—at any other time.
Not when the lamp was broken on my bedroom floor and there was a dent in my wall from where we’d crashed into the door. Not when the comforter and sheets were barely hanging onto a corner of my bed and the headboard wasn’t even touching the wall anymore. Not when their little sister looked like we’d just had the night we had and was wearing one of my shirts because I’d torn hers off her body.
“...six, five...”
“Don’t let them back here,” Maci pled as she walked toward my closet.
“...four, three...”
I finished buttoning my pants as I ran to the door, trying to keep my steps silent so they wouldn’t hear me coming.
“...two, one,” one of the twins called out. “You asked for it, Green!”
I swung open the door in time to see Dylan backed up, his leg raised in the air like he’d been about to kick down my door.
“What the hell is wrong with you two?” I hissed as I filled the doorway, hoping to discourage them from coming in, but Dakota pushed past me, quickly followed by Dylan.
“What took you so long?” Dakota asked as I let the door shut behind me, my gaze snapping to the hallway before shifting to the twins when he continued. “It’s Friday—we’re going out.”
“Man, you look like shit,” Dylan said as he dropped onto my couch.
The same couch where I’d literally started tearing Maci’s clothes off her just hours before.
“What’s wrong with you?” Dakota asked, forcing my stare from the couch to him.
“I’m exhausted,” I said honestly. “I went in Thursday morning and didn’t get back until a few minutes ago.”
