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She wanted hard and fast and that’s what she’d get.

As soon as he was balls deep in her, he was yanking his hips back, only to slam home again, and then again, jackhammer style. The whole bed rocked from the punishing pace, and Sam had to pin Charlie to the mattress, as the hard thrusts kept moving her away from him.

His thumbs dug into her thighs as he held her still. Hips snapped hard, and with every stroke there was a meaty slapping sound as their bodies connected. He was so close… nearly there.

A pulsing ripple went through her core, tightening around him and gripping at his length as he pulled back. The sensation dragged him over the edge with little warning. His balls tightened and drew up, just as he hit his climax and exploded inside of her with a hot gush.

The even rhythm turned erratic as his hips jerked wildly. He barely managed a few more shallow thrusts before he was slipping out of her body. His cock, still half-hard, dripped with their combined juices.

Charlie had collapsed as soon as he pulled out. She sprawled there making soft whimpering sounds, and he blew out a gusty sigh as he flopped down next to her. His body ached, mostly in a good way, although his back was going to hate him in the morning. He’d been a little too vigorous with the fucking maybe, but he didn’t regret it.

It took a minute for him to catch his breath, so his chest stopped heaving. It took a little longer to get the energy to move,but as soon as he could, he shifted to close the distance between them and brushed her with his shoulder. “How do you feel, sweetheart?”

It wasn’t an idle question; those hard thrusts could make her sore sometimes. It wasn’t something they indulged in all that often. Her body needed a lot of preparation to be able to accept him that deep without lingering pain.

She’d felt ready, and she’d wanted it, but that didn’t always mean her body was on board. “Mmm, good. Blissed out,” she murmured. Her voice was sleepy.

“Any pain?”

“My butt hurts.” She rolled away from him and then wiggled back until her ass was pressed against his thighs. The skin was still hot to the touch.

“What about the rest of you?” He draped his arm over her.

“Good… achy, but in a good way,” she assured him. A second later she sighed. “I should go get cleaned up, but I have no energy.”

“You’ll regret it if you don’t. Besides, the bed is a mess.” He needed to do the same but had just as little interest. “We better do it now before we pass out.” Neither of them was going to last long if they kept lying there.

She grumbled but didn’t move. Finally, when he felt his eyes sliding shut, he forced himself to sit up. “C’mon Charlie girl.” He smacked her thigh, without much force, and then landed another, much harder spank when the first didn’t get a response.

That one worked.

She squealed and rolled to the far end of the bed. The dirty look she sent his way made him grin, but she was up and taking care of business, which was all that mattered.

While he waited his turn in the bathroom, he straightened the bed. The top blanket was a wet, sticky mess, and while ithad been fun getting it that way, he didn’t want to encounter an unpleasant spot in the middle of the night.

Luckily blankets were one thing they had plenty of, and after he remade the rest of the bed, he pulled a fresh one from the linen closet and was just settling it in place when Charlie returned. She stood in the doorway, still naked. “My hero. I wasn’t looking forward to fixing the mess we made.” She yawned.

Sam gave the blanket one last tug and then folded the top down. “My pleasure, darlin.” He chuckled, adding, “Literally. Hop in, and I’ll join you in a few.” He stopped to kiss her and give her ass a little pat as they crossed paths.

A few minutes later he was back from the bathroom, settling into bed next to her and yawning. “Man, I’m wiped. So much work.”

She snorted. “Poor baby. Life issorough for you,” she said as she snuggled up close and threw a leg over his. “Nothing but work, work, work, huh?”

“Yep. It’s a tough life. You should have more sympathy for your Daddy. It ain’t easy keeping you in line, you know.”

“Uh-huh. As if you didn’t love it,” she retorted.

She was right. He did love it, most of the time anyway. He wrapped an arm around her and snugged her tight against his chest. “Shh. Sleep.”

“Bossy.” It was an automatic response. Her voice was too soft and sleepy sounding for it to really be a complaint.

“You love it,” he said anyway, because that was also true. It was the last thing he remembered before he fell asleep.

Chapter Six

Neither had set an alarm before falling asleep, and Charlie had no plans to get up early. Sam probably would; rising before dawn was ingrained in him and even without an alarm he was usually up at the same time. That’s how it went when you grew up on a working spread.

Charlie, on the other hand, had broken the habit when she’d gone off to school. Most mornings she set her phone alarm for eight, simply because it felt lazy to be the only person on the ranch asleep. By then Sam was usually up and gone from the bedroom, but he tried to be quiet while he got showered and dressed so it rarely woke her.

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