Page 71 of Bull Rush

He fucks me with the toy slowly for a few more slow thrusts of his cock before he takes it away in favor of gripping both my hips, taking full control, and fucking me fast and deep. I feel it start to surface at last, my nerve endings blooming with the sensation, and his piercing hits every spot perfectly in the rhythm I need.

I start coming so hard I almost see all the colors of the aurora in the blackout. I cry out his name and curse him at intervals. It’s one wave after another, and every nerve ending in my body feels like it’s rushing to its own end.

I can feel him follow, coming hard inside me. I watch him in the mirror in the corner of the room as his arm wraps around my middle, and he bends over, fucking me through his own release. His jaw tightens, and he comes loudly, moaning so loud it vibrates through me.

I’m lost, staring at him in the mirror. He looks fucking gorgeous and unbroken and powerful. I wish I always got to watch him reflected like this—see him at his best—when he knows just how much he’s desperately needed.

He groans as he pulls out, and the last of him spills onto the backs of my thighs, hot against my already warm skin. He looks down and surveys his work, kneeling and disappearing behind my skirts.

“Fuck, sugar. You’re leaking.” He kisses the inside of my thigh and uses his fingers to push his come back inside me as his tongue teases me softly. I raise my hips in response, trying tocant myself up and out of his reach—still too close to my orgasm to be able to take the torment he’s giving. He licks me one last time and stands. “The only thing better than seeing you in this dress with him will be getting to watch you have to pick a new one because this one’s too small.” He flashes a roguish grin at me in the mirror and then helps me stand, turning me around to face him.

“Ramsey,” I chide.

“You want it too. Don’t lie. The number of times you begged me to fuck you bare in the last few weeks… I know, darlin’.” His fingers trace their way down my jaw. “You aren’t ready to admit it yet, but I know. You will.”

I ignore his accusation. If it’s true, he’s right. I’m not about to divulge those kinds of secrets, so there’s no use in discussing it. His self-satisfied smirk is endearing and irritating in equal measure, though, so I do what I do best.

“So I did a good job faking it that whole time?” I ask, and his eyes snap to mine, his brow darkening. I laugh when he realizes I’m teasing him.

“Turn around,” he instructs, unzipping the dress for me. “Get in the shower, brat. I’ll be right in after I clean up.” He nods over his shoulder to the bathroom and then starts to pick up the toys.

“Yes, sir.” I smirk, and he flashes a look at me that tells me to watch my mouth.

“Don’t say that. I might like it so much I’ll make you use it everywhere.” He gives my ass a gentle push, and I hurry my way across the room. “What would Grace and Kit think?”

“I don’t think they’d be nearly as scandalized as Albert.” We both devolve into snickering, and I kiss his cheek on the way out.

I turn the knob on the shower and jump out of the way of the stream. I’m thankful it doesn’t take long for the water toheat up. I want a hot shower and a fresh, fluffy towel, and then I want to sprawl out on the bed and sleep for a year. My body’s exhausted from being so thoroughly worked over, and this dress has me so overly heated I’m ready to peel my way out of it.

He joins me a short while later, after he washes off the toys and puts the lube away. Grinning at me as he steps in through the shower door; a boyish one that wraps around my heart. I wish I could keep him like this, always have him this happy and free.

“Bed’s ready to crawl in,” he whispers against my forehead before he kisses me there.

Ramsey makes light work of the shower for me, sudsing and rinsing every inch of my skin and then slowly lathering my hair while he massages my scalp. His fingers run circles over my temples and down behind my ears, making soft strokes up and down my spine before he starts over again. He repeats the process until I’m melting in his hands, and then he rinses me off.

For a man as coarse as he is, he’s always been good about this part—making sure I felt completely safe and cared for in the wake of whatever rough sex we had. It’s more meaningful on this night, too, when we can’t seem to decide which side of the fence we want to stay on with each other—love or hate, rough or gentle, facing the truth or more of us avoiding it. But I’ll take as many more nights like this with him as I can get.

THIRTY-THREE

Ramsey

“What’s this?”I ask as I walk out onto the back deck to see Bo jumping out of his truck. I can see my bike in the back, and she looks like she’s gotten a bit of a detail job in addition to whatever work they did on her.

“What’s it look like, jackass?” Bo calls back.

“I didn’t realize it was ready yet. You didn’t have to bring it over.”

“Well, technically, I am still your brother. I figured for the time being you still get the family discount and the door-to-door service,” he answers as he pulls the tailgate open.

I hurry down to meet him as he pulls the ramp he’s got in the back of the truck out. Once he’s got it fixed, I climb into the bed, help him undo the bike from its restraints, and walk it down.

“Thanks for this.”

“Sure thing. Where do you want it?”

“Uh. We can probably put it in the pole barn.”

He walks with me as we get the bike moved, but when he goes to open the pole barn door, he stops short. He looks back at me, brow furrowed, and motions for me to stay quiet and come to him. I put the kickstand down, abandoning the bike, and walk toward the pole barn, giving him a confused look as I make my way over.

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