Page 43 of Cruel Expectations

The last thing on his mind when leaving the hospital for America had been to stop and buy protection. He was going to be sleeping in a bunkhouse with other men, and if he got lucky with a woman in the nearby town, he’d just buy some at that point.

Now regrets flooded in.

She shook her head, reaching up for him. “I’m on birth control. I’m clean. And I want you, Hunter.”

He wasn’t going to argue, not when his cock was hard enough to hammer metal. He threw himself on top of her, anchoring his body between her splayed thighs, and looked into her eyes as he filled her in one hard thrust.

Christ, she was wet. Silky. Tight as hell. And he wasn’t going to leave her bed, was he?

He sank inside her gripping sheath and let out a low growl. Her insides locked down on his length, milking him, showing him how much she wanted him too.

Her soft rasping breath in his ear was the sweetest music he’d ever heard. With a rock of his hips, he withdrew from her tight walls, inch by maddening inch.

She dug her heels into his back and clutched at his shoulders, her lips twisted in bliss as he began to move.

Each hard thrust drove them toward a screaming finish. A point of no return.

Their bodies moved in furious tandem. His insides tightened with a pending release so huge that he questioned if he’d survive it.

As her insides began to rhythmically tighten around his length, he looked down at her and realized she was coming on his cock.

The soft moan burst past her lips and the feel of her release drove him over the edge.

He sank deep, his cock stretched to the brink. The first spurt of cum that left him drew a sharp cry from Ivy. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him as she let go with him.

His mind blanked on the haze of sexual pleasure that stretched on and on for long minutes. When he finally lifted his head and searched Ivy’s face, the dazed expression made him feel like thumping his chest.

He also became aware of his phone ringing in the pocket of his wadded-up jeans on the floor.

Climbing off Ivy left him feeling hollower than it should for a one-night stand, but he buried the thought and snatched up his phone.

“Where the hell did you go?” Colton’s voice filled his head.

He scrubbed a hand over his face and caught the smell of Ivy’s desire still clinging to his fingers. The urge to lick them and know her taste flooded him.

“Uh. Where are you?”

“Gathering up a group of guys to check out the body.” Colton didn’t sound pissed off as much as bewildered.

“Give me two minutes. I’ll meet you outside.”

Ivy met his gaze, hers wide. “He can’t know you were with me!” She pitched her voice low in an urgent whisper.

He darted a look at her window. Seeing his line of sight, she jumped out of bed and began chucking his clothes at him. When she got to his shirt, she brought it up to her nose.

He yanked on his boxers and jeans, then reached for his shirt.

She clutched it against her chest. “I’m keeping it!” she whispered.

He shook his head. Colton needed him. The last thing he needed to do was show up shirtless.

Holding out his hand with more insistence only made Ivy back away and shake her head harder. Her just-had-sex hair hung over her beautiful bare breasts. He hadn’t spent nearly enough time worshipping that body with his eyes or hands. Now he was out of time.

“I’ll meet you by the barn.” He ended the call with Colton and tried to snag the shirt from Ivy.

But she put it on.

And she looked fucking adorable in it.

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