Page 51 of A Cowboy in the Streets

He reached for our stash on the bedside table. Two empty wrappers, leaving us three. After this round, that left us with only two to get us to tomorrow morning. Funny how five had seemed like a ridiculous amount when I had opened Chloe’s pastry bag. Now it didn’t seem anywhere near enough.

He rolled the condom over his length. I lined him up to my entrance and sank down with a little moan. For a moment, I didn’t move. Waited for the feeling of fullness to dissipate enough to feel good.

“You okay?” he asked.

I nodded. Rose up and sank down again. It was easier this time. “I’m a little sore from last night. You’re a big guy, you know that?” He shrugged a little, and I laughed. “What? No one’s ever told you that before?”

“I figured it was something women said to make men feel good about themselves.”

“Well, in your case, it’s true.” I set a steady rhythm, easing into it. “Surely you know that. You can’t tell me you’ve never seen another dick before.”

“I guess size depends on comparison. It’s an unfortunate fact that you can’t escape adolescence without seeing your brothers’ dicks. I figured I was slightly below average.”

I froze. My brain whirled. If Adam thought he was below average in comparison to his brothers, then what the hell kind of fire hydrant dicks were they sporting? “Wait, are you saying—”

His eyes narrowed. “No. Absolutely fucking not. You are not going to sit there on my fucking dick and think about other dicks. Especially not their dicks.”

He grabbed my turquoise pendant with one hand and tugged me down so he could capture my nipple with his mouth. His other hand delved between my legs, found my clit, and applied the perfect pressure to send me flying. He bucked his hips, thrusting into me again and again.

The sudden onslaught of pleasure knocked me off balance. I whimpered, pleaded. “Adam—”

“That’s right, baby. Tell me who makes this pussy feel good.”

There was a bite to his command that made me blink. He couldn’t really believe I was interested in either Brax or Zack, could he? He had to know that he was the only one I wanted.

But maybe he didn’t know that. Maybe underneath all that masculine confidence was a shimmer of doubt. It wasn’t hard to understand why. Hearing the love of your life say her heart belonged to another man was bound to leave a scar.

I turned my face so my lips brushed his temple. Pressed a kiss there. I thought it would be hard to make myself vulnerable, but the words came easily. “You’re the one who makes my pussy feel good. So fucking good, Adam. Only you. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you. You feel so good inside me—”

He made a sound somewhere between pain and pleasure. I cried out as he worked his thumb faster against my clit. His hips surged up, setting a brutal pace. I ground down on his hand and his dick as we both came apart together, shaking and panting.

Sated and boneless, I collapsed on top of him and pressed my cheek against his damp chest. He kissed the top of my head tenderly and his arms banded around me, holding me tightly like he never wanted to let go.

“Bruises.” I arched up from the bed and rolled onto my knees to examine the red halfmoon marks on his upper back. The exact shape of my boot heels. I lightly traced the marks with my fingertips, then pressed a kiss to each. “Does it hurt?”

Adam, fresh from the shower, sent a self-satisfied smirk over his shoulder. “No.”

“I’ll try harder next time,” I teased.

He turned to face me. “That’s my good girl.” He gave my bare ass a slap, making me giggle.

My laugh turned to a gasp when he hooked me around the waist and brought me fully against him. He was half hard in his boxers already. “Don’t,” I pleaded. “We only have two condoms left. Save them for tonight.”

“We can get more.”

“It seems like a waste to buy a whole box for one more night. You’ll be my boss again tomorrow.” I worried my lip with my teeth. It was the truth. I knew that. This thing with us was a one-weekend deal, for very good reasons. But I still hoped he would refute it.

He pulled back, his gaze intent on mine. “Right.”

He released me and I felt silly for thinking he might say anything else. Of course I was right.

We both got busy getting dressed for the day, but now everything felt awkward. Adam kept glancing at the remaining two condoms, and every time he did, his scowl deepened. Something was on his mind, but he didn’t seem interested in sharing that with me. Well, I wasn’t going to drag it out of him. I disappeared into the bathroom to fix my hair. I had already showered and moisturized, but I hated blow drying my hair, so it was still damp.

“You didn’t know we would have to share a room.” Adam’s voice sounded far away and vaguely annoyed.

I made eye contact with my reflection, and we shared a perplexed look. “That’s true.”

When he said nothing in return, I grabbed a hairband and exited the bathroom, braiding my hair as I faced him. “Something you want to say?” I asked.

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