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“I’m gonna take you from behind,” he answered, his authoritative tone screaming for me to obey without reserve. “Brace yourself against the wall.”

As my hands connected with the tile, he palmed my breasts, teasing one and then the other until my nipples were painfully erect. “Spread your legs for me, baby. Good.” The sounds of the water and our heady breathing were quite intoxicating. Anticipation licked at my insides, warmth flooding me with eagerness and hunger. As I opened my mouth to plead with him to give me what I needed, he aligned himself at my entrance and slowly pushed inside.

“Yes,” was all I could manage to say as he worked himself in inch by inch. At that angle I took him deeper, his thickness hitting against the sensitive spot inside me. He grabbed my hips and dug his fingers into my skin, pushing in and then pulling back, his cock electrifying all my nerve endings as he thrust in and out of me.

“You feel amazing,” he panted, his grip bordering on painful. “I can’t get enough. I don’t ever wanna stop,” he confessed, driving me higher and higher toward a place I’d quickly become addicted to. His touch had awoken me, promising me a life I’d never dreamed possible before I’d met him.

I moaned his name over and over as the first wave of my orgasm crested, pushing back against him every time he drove himself deep. Tripp was still holding back. I could feel it in the way his fingers bruised me, his muscles tensing when he thought he pushed too hard.

“Let go, Tripp. Take me how you want,” I begged, my muscles beginning to clench in pleasure.

“I’ll hurt you,” he said, continuing to drive me insane with his body. “I . . . I can’t,” he mumbled, the spray of the shower muffling his refusal.

“Oh God!” I cried out. “I’m gonna come.” My lungs seized my breaths as I rushed toward ecstasy at top speed. “Oh . . . Tripp . . . please. Please let go and fuck me.” I steadied myself when a string of expletives flew from his mouth. Within seconds his grip punished me while his body destroyed mine. His harsh thrusts swirled pain and pleasure into the most beautiful, mind-numbing feeling.

“Goddammit!” he roared, pulling me back until I was flush against his chest. He rocked into my body over and over until he pushed me over the edge, free-falling so deliciously I couldn’t think straight.

Euphoria.

It was the only word I could think of to describe the way he made me feel. He fell right after me, the warmth of his seed filling me, making me even slicker.

Our bodies continued to glide together, slowing with the passing moments. Still pressed against one another, he turned my face toward his, his lips drifting over mine before he demanded more from me. The man certainly knew how to kiss, that was for damn sure. Our tongues battled, his taste slowly imprinting on me for life.

All too soon, he slipped from my body and turned me to face him. “Did I hurt you?” He genuinely seemed concerned, and it was sweet.

“Nothing that won’t pass in a few minutes,” I assured. I knew my answer was sort of cryptic but I didn’t want to tell him that he had hurt me a little, especially after I begged him to let go and fuck me with wild abandon. Truth was Tripp was overly large, so sex with him so far had been slightly painful, but the pleasure he evoked definitely outweighed the twinge of discomfort.

Tripp frowned at my response but when I rose up on my tippy toes and linked my fingers behind his neck, he relaxed. Pressing my lips to his, all of the worry quickly evaporated. His posture relaxed and we melded together.

“I’m clean,” he blurted.

“Oh, you wanna get out of the shower now?” I asked, confused by his sudden statement.

“No. What I meant was that I’m clean. You know, no rashes or shit down below,” he joked, chuckling when I realized what he’d meant.

“Oh. Good. Yeah, I guess we should have discussed that before going bareback, huh?”

How could I have been so careless? I seemed to lose all reason as soon as Tripp looked at me, let alone touched me. “I got tested at my annual exam, and since Rick and I hadn’t had sex for a few months prior. . . .”

I stopped talking when Tripp’s jaw muscles clenched and his nose flared in anger. He pushed away from me and flexed his hands at his sides.

“The last fucking thing I wanna picture is you with that prick.” I’d seen Tripp angry before, usually when he was defending me, but his reaction right then was different. It was like he was upset with me, a feeling I certainly didn’t like.

I lowered my head and apologized. “Sorry, I just wanted to let you know that you’re safe.” I stared at his feet, fearing that if I looked back up at him I’d start to ramble and reveal something else he didn’t want to hear.

“Shit,” he mumbled. Hooking his finger under my chin, he raised my head until our eyes met. “Listen, Reece. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you like that. I just don’t ever want to hear that bastard’s name. I can’t fathom the thought of him touching you. And what he did to you . . . I should have done more than had his legs broken.”

“No, you shouldn’t have. I don’t want you any more involved than you already are.” It was the truth. While Rick deserved worse than having his legs broken, I didn’t want his evilness to infect Tripp, making him feel as if he had to deal with Rick on my behalf. Silence wrapped around us both, and before things became tense between us, I decided to change the topic.

“Are you ever going to invite me to your club?” I would’ve been lying if I’d said I wasn’t curious about where Tripp spent a lot of his time. I didn’t even know if women were allowed there, but it couldn’t hurt to ask.

“Funny you should ask,” he answered.

Tripp

“I’m nervous,” she whispered, fidgeting in the passenger seat of my new truck. Reece continued to be adamant about not riding on the back of my bike, something which I was definitely gonna remedy someday soon, so I went out and purchased something she felt safe riding in for the time being.

“Don’t be. They’re gonna love you.” Reece had been a bundle of nerves ever since I asked her to come with me to Riley’s baptism. She smiled but I knew she was on edge, and no matter how much I tried to calm her, my efforts were useless.

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