Page 49 of Puck & Make Up

I know she does.

Because she’s moving faster, lifting up and sliding down on me, eroding my control effortlessly.

“Mmm.” A beat as she lifts. Then descends. “Maybe.”

I grin, bend at the waist to kiss her.

“Air,” she gasps, pushing at my chest long moments later.

“Overrated,” I pant out, my lungs sawing.

But, thankfully, she finally decides to put us both out of our misery, and she starts fucking me in earnest, lifting up on my cock and grinding down, dragging that sweet cunt against my pelvis, taking me deep inside her, those inner muscles clenching me tightly enough that I see stars.

My control snaps and I thrust up into her.

“Yes,” she moans. “Like that.”

So, I do it again and again andagain, until we’re both panting, until our sweat-covered bodies are coming together in a rhythm that’s frenzied and out of control and fucking perfect.

Until I sense that she’s right there, and I know I can finally let go.

“Fuck!” I shout, my hips pistoning up into her, meeting her movements each time she grinds down.

Once. Twice?—

She cries out, her orgasm rippling around my cock, milking me as I come inside her so hard that, swear to fuck, I black out.

It’s a Herculean effort that I somehow manage to rouse myself long minutes—maybe a fucking century—later in order to carry her into the bathroom, to let her do her business. When that’s done, I hand her a damp cloth, help her clean up. Then I tug one of my T shirts over her head, brush her hair out of her face, and carry her back into the bedroom.

My legs are shaking and I’m exhausted, as though I played a double header, but I get us over to the bed, settle her on the mattress and drop down beside her. Groaning, I toss the blankets over us, gather her closer, and let sleep come, knowing that the next morning is going to be the best ever.

I just…

Couldn’t have known right then how wrong I was going to be.

Fourteen

Dessie

So, sneaking out after groundbreaking sex definitely wasn’t the right move.

I know that—well, I suppose I knew it from the moment I’d slipped out of Fox’s warm arms, but…

I hadn’t been thinking then.

Because, the next thing I knew, I was driving out of town.

Okay, not justout of townbut two and a half hours up to River’s Bend.

In silence—just raw-dogging the fuck out of the hours’ long drive until I pull to a stop in front of Bailey and Axel’s ranch house.

It’s only then that I snap out of it.

And realize what I’ve done.

And know what I have to fix.

Immediately, I snatch my phone, see that I have a half-dozen calls and even more texts from Fox.

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