Page 84 of Dark Horse

“Fuck…” I gasp as he takes on a pace that hits me nearly perfectly every time. Each stroke takes me closer to the cliff he’s ready to push me off. “You’re so fucking evil. It’s unfair how fucking good you are at that.”

He grips me tighter, bringing me nearly to the edge. “Fuck me. How wet you get… The way you soak my cock. That’s what’s unfair.”

I dig my teeth into my lower lip as I start to come, the pleasure blooming like tiny sparks that spread as embers would, melding into one another until they’re explosions through every nerve ending in my body. It’s better than anything he’s given me before this, somehow more perfect and more overwhelming because of the way he’s looking at me right now—like he’s in awe of me, of us.

He leans down, pressing his cheek to mine, and I swear I’m on the verge of a second crest, one he takes me over as I hear him whimper softly on the edge of his own orgasm. Grant Stockton whimpering because he’s about to come? That sound is going to live in infamy.

“Oh fuck. I’m gonna come again.” I murmur the wordsagainst his ear, and it takes him with me as he starts to groan his release. I can’t stop the flood of praise that comes out of me as I come a second time. “That’s right. Fuck me full of you, Cowboy. You feel so fucking good.” His breathing is heavy and hard, and every stroke of his cock feels like he’s marking me again and again. “Fill me up until you’re leaking down my thighs. I need it. I needyou.”

He collapses a moment later, his head hanging low and his lips lazily kissing a circle over my shoulder. He’s quiet as he rolls off to my side and catches his breath, staring at the ceiling until his eyes shutter.

“Hellfire…” My nickname is a slow breath on his lips. “I know I gave you a hard time, but whatever that just was… the filthy way you talk. I think I just found a new thing I like.”

I giggle at his honesty; the pure, unfiltered way he speaks feels like we’ve finally pushed through whatever wall was between us. I roll over onto my stomach and kiss my way up his arm, resting my head on his shoulder. His arm wraps around me, and he kisses the top of my head.

“If I wasn’t ruined before, that definitely sealed it,” he murmurs against my hair, and I close my eyes.

I’m finally the thing I never thought I’d ever be. A feeling I thought was out of reach, given the number of times I’ve tried to find it and failed. I can’t bring myself to say the words out loud yet, but they’re echoing through my chest all the same.

THIRTY-FIVE

GRANT

“Where are you going?”I wake up to the sight of her wiggling into her jean shorts. “I was gonna get at least another couple of rounds out of you this morning.” I wrap my hand around the back of her thigh, and she smiles down at me. I glance at the clock; it’s still early. We have to be back at the hotel by eight, but we’ve got time.

“I need my morning coffee, or I’ll turn into a praying mantis and rip your head off.” She grabs an old Johnny Cash shirt off the back of her chair in the corner of the room and pulls it over her head. “It won’t take long, and I’ll be right back in bed.”

“Well… that’s fair. At least let me go get it for you then. You got some in the house?” I sit up.

“No, I always go over to Marlowe’s. I was just gonna sneak over and get one. Do you want one?”

“I’ll get it. You just stay naked in this bed.” I slip out from under the sheets and grab my jeans, putting them on while I nod back to her side of the bed.

“If you walk over to Hotcakes with your bed head and the clothes you had on last night, word is gonna get back to Marlowe before we do.” She looks at me skeptically, her eyes falling over my appearance. “If Mrs. McDaniel sees you, the whole town is gonna know.”

“Fuck ‘em. They’re gonna know soon enough.” I wink at her and pull my shirt on as I watch her sink back onto the bed.

“But last night you said…” Her brows draw together.

“That was before we both said a lot of other things, sweetheart.” I lean over and kiss her cheek. “How do you like your coffee?”

“At this hour, black as midnight.”

“Any sugar?” I ask, and she nods. “How much?”

“If you tell Emma it’s for me. She knows.”

“All right. Back in a minute.” I head out the door and down the stairs before she can fight me anymore. But a second later, I hear the door to her apartment and the pattering of her feet down the hall after me.

“Grant!”

“Yeah, Hellfire?”

“A couple of croissants with some jam too? I’ll need the energy.” She gives me a teasing grin, and I’m half tempted to run back up the stairs to kiss it off her face. But then I remember the threat of violence without coffee and think better of it.

“You got it.” I smirk.

I don’t think I’ve been this excited to still be alive when I wake up in the morning in years. I haven’t been this fucking excited for breakfast in… well… ever.

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