Page 168 of Smooth Sailing

“Darkness covers a lot of shit,” was Dutch’s answer.

He said no more, but I decided from what he said, they had it covered.

“Pass me that tin,” Big Petey ordered.

I slid the tin his way.

He took a cookie, bit into it, and with mouth full, stated, “I hope someone got this recipe off Emmy before she left.”

“Don’t worry, I totally did. And her recipe for beef and noodles.”

Big Petey shot me twinkling eyes. “’Course you did, darlin’.”

Hugger draped his arm around the back of my chair, repeating, “’Course you did.”

And…yeah.

I liked those cookies, the guys liked them, but Hugger loved those cookies so much, it was a wonder any of them were left.

So of course I did.

One could say it was hard as hell not to climax just riding my big guy with his big dick, his beautiful chest, handsome face, thick hair all over my pillow, thick beard mine for the tugging, all of that being all I could see.

Somehow I managed it.

I watched his eyes darken (more), felt the pads of his fingers dig into my hips, and I was pretty danged pleased I was about to take him there when suddenly I wasn’t bouncing on his big cock.

I cried out as he pulled me off and put me on my knees in the bed beside him.

Then he knifed up, moved in, and with his body at my back, he forced me to walk up the bed on my knees, before he tipped me toward the headboard, dipped, positioned, and drove up inside me.

My hand flew out to brace against the wall.

Lord.

So good.

Hugger kept pounding.

My head fell back to his shoulder.

God, I loved, loved, loved being tossed around and positioned by my guy. Hugger was a man who knew what he wanted in bed, and didn’t hesitate to take it. It was so freaking hot, it was beyond next level hot. It was fifty levels above next level hot.

Scorching.

No, sizzling.

Both his hands cupped my breasts, his calloused thumbs rubbing my nipples.

Okay, and I loved riding Hugger, but this was better.

His face buried in the side of my neck, he fucked me, I took it, I adored it—no, revered it— and I knew it was getting serious when one of his hands left my breast to trail down my belly and dive between my legs, his finger hitting my clit.

My body jerked as licks of flame shot through it.

“Yeah, honey,” I breathed my encouragement.

I met his thrusts, lifted my ass to get more of him, dug my head into his shoulder, and reached behind me to hold on to his hips as he drove into me. It’d been building for a while, but suddenly, it exploded, engulfing me, carrying me away where the only hold I had on anything was being fucked by Hugger. And it was the only hold I wanted on anything.

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