Page 80 of Elling & Jackie

Her lower stomach warmed, tightened. Her spine arched. Her nipples constricted. He drove her higher.

Frantic and consumed, her hands—she had no idea where her hands were, except they were full of bulky muscle, hardening against her palms.

"Oh, my God..." She gasped, her back sliding up the wall with each thrust. "I'm." She grunted on an exhale. "Going." She moaned. "To..."

His movements came faster, taking the rest of the words out of her mouth. Her legs tightened around his body. She moved as much as she could without losing her position.

"That's my girl." His fingers dug into the cheeks of her ass, lifting her up and down on him.

Heart racing, she went wild. Her climax grabbed and shook her. Her head pitched forward, and she bit his leather vest, muffling her scream of pleasure.

He pounded into her, lifting her higher on the wall. A burst of air tickled her ear as his low, drawn-out grunt broke through his breathing.

The heaviness of his weight pressed her to the wall as he shook off the tremble in his legs. She stroked the back of his head through his thick hair.

The muscles in her thighs gave up holding on to him. Elling shifted, withdrawing his cock out of her, then slid her down his body until her feet touched the floor.

He kissed her softly. "I need to get rid of the condom."

"Bathroom. It's right...well, the same place it was in your hotel room." She pulled him back when he stepped away and kissed him. "I'm glad you came back."

"It was easier than kidnapping you and taking you to the Slag clubhouse." He pecked her lips and walked out of the room.

She stared after him, thankful for the lamp she'd left on when she went to go meet him. "Hey?" she called after him. "You weren't really going to—"

"Nei." He stuck his head out of the bathroom, amusement lighting his eyes. "I wouldn't have, but I thought about it."

"You can't. It would get you killed." She slipped on her jeans. "Whatever comes up between us, it's important that you come to me first. We can't go through being apart over not talking to each other or knowing where each other stands again."

"Ja." He walked out of the bathroom, buckling his belt. "I don't want to upset you, but I do have to leave."

"Already?" She sighed. "I was hoping you could stay a little while."

He stopped in front of her. "You need to sleep, and I need to get back to the clubhouse."

"What's your hurry?"

"Things to do." He tipped her face and smoothed the hair off her overheated cheeks. "I'll be back tomorrow night. I'll meet you by the back door of the hotel. Do you have some boots?"

"Riding boots?"

"Ja."

"Of course." She tilted her head. "Why?"

"Wear them." He lowered his forehead to hers. "Get some sleep."

She walked him to the door and kissed him again. Watching him go out to the hallway, she let her head fall to the edge of the door and held on to the handle. He was gorgeous, all happy and content after having sex.

"Bye," she whispered.

He turned his head and winked. "Have it good."

Her heart fluttered. He was like nobody she'd ever known. All his funny ways of saying things only made him more endearing.

Have it good? She closed the door smiling. She had no idea what he meant, but yeah, she had it real good tonight, thanks to him.

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