Page 107 of Double Bucked

When she comes, it’s a tidal wave. She muzzles her cries into my shoulder. Her body shivers and squeezes me, pulling me with tight, needy pulses.

In this moment, Claire is mine, and that thought alone is nearly enough to push me over the edge.

Nearly.

Claire settles her hips so I’m buried in her to the hilt. Her hot core pulses weakly in the aftershocks. A wicked twitch sends a lash of ache through me. She nestles, her small nose nuzzling mine. Her blonde hair tickling my cheek. Those light, rapid breaths slowly resetting against my mouth.

I don’t mean to let the dog off its leash. But when she surprises me with a single lick—the tip of her tongue running a path up my lips—the animal growls behind my teeth.

Claire smiles.

“How’re you holding up, Ever?”

“Perfect.”

She touches my collar, her fingertip tracing the bone there. My entire body is an erogenous zone. “Tell me what you want.”

I nestle against her ear. “You. Just you.”

“You have me. Take me.”

I don’t need to be told twice.

I lift her. She gasps when her back hits the table. I claim her mouth and her cunt, pushing my tongue and cock deep inside of her. She whimpers, soft and pliant and open, as I ravage her without grace.

A plate clatters to the ground and crashes. We’re going to break the table. Its old, antique legs creak with every brutal push of my hips.

She wants Everett? She’ll get Everett.

“Just like that,” Claire begs. Her hair is splayed out so far it waterfalls down the other end of the table. Her body bounces with each thrust, her mouth open in half pain, half pleasure. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, oh God, Everett, don’t stop.”

I close my hand around her throat. I push my thumb into the side, restricting her air, and she comes immediately. Rapid, needy pulses that must be borderline painful because she tries to writhe underneath me, but I only tighten my grip, trapping her in the prison of her own pleasure. I pound deep inside of her, and then?—

I lose control, groaning her name. “Claire…”

She kisses me, and I pant in her mouth as I empty inside of her. My beast brain growls for deeper, more, fill her, fucking fill her—and this time, I let it win. I clutch her thigh, pushing upward, and bury myself as deep as I can, giving, giving her more. She whimpers into my mouth, and I take that, too, swallowing her sounds.

The world is blue and quiet when we come down. I can hear my blood in my ears, but we’re stiller.

The passion is cooling. The beast is satisfied. I can pull myself back into comfortable order now.

But when I start to rise, Claire grabs my face suddenly?—

“Stay,” she pleads. “Just a second longer.”

—as if she can feel me pulling away. As if she can feel the locks turning.

Against my instincts, I allow myself to soften for her.

I stay. The heat of her skin kisses mine. Our lips touch. Gentle now. Nurturing.

I linger here. I let the seconds stretch into minutes. Our breaths, slowly, even out.

She cups the side of my face. A strand of her hair is stuck under her thumb, which she pushes against my cheek.

We’re irrevocably tangled.

“Everett,” she says softly. Learning me. Relearning me. She hums on the name. “I think I like him.”

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