Page 31 of Loco

All the humor drained from my face. “Baby,” I said slowly, glancing toward the window where the snow was still coming down in thick, relentless sheets. “Have youlookedoutside? It’s basically the Arctic out there. My grill’s probably buried under six inches of snow.”

She raised a brow, braced her hands against the couch cushions, and made like she was going to stand. “Well, if you’re gonna be apussyabout it, I’ll do it.”

That was my cue. I groaned, already reaching for my coat. “Nope, sit your savage ass down. I got it.”

And that’s how I ended up outside in the middle of a blizzard, wrapped in six layers like some cursed human burrito, flipping burgers while snow tried to erase my will to live. My fingers were numb, my nose was a crime scene, and I was pretty sure I lost feeling in my left ear.

But when I looked back through the kitchen window and saw her watching me with that smug little smile, sipping tea like a queen overseeing her loyal subject, it was totally worth it.

Chapter 10

Roque

It’d been two days since our snow barbecue, and I still wasn’t convinced every part of me had thawed out. My toes might never forgive me. According to Sayla, that was the entire reason for what we were doing right now—just a routine check to make sure I hadn’t suffered any frostbite to my so-calledvitalextremities.

Vital, of course, meaning my cock—which was currently buried deep inside her, with her on all fours in front of me, knees braced, ass arched high in the air like it was made to be touched.

She’d woken up in amoodthis morning. Not irritated or grumpy—horny. Wildly so. Her version of foreplay had been slapping my ass and growling, “Get to it,” before rolling over and sticking that perfect ass in my direction.

Yeah, my cautious, guarded, always-in-control little angel had fully committed to her horny bunny era, and I had zero complaints. Judging by the way she kept pushing back against me, trying to take me even deeper, harder—neither did she.

I reached over her back, wrapped a fist in her hair, and tugged gently until her head tilted back. Leaning in close, I whispered against the shell of her ear, “How hard do you want it?”

Sayla moaned—but muffled it into her arm. That wouldn't do.

She knew I wanted to heareverything—every gasp, breathless sound, and raw noise she made. So, I pulled back slightly and smacked her ass, watching as she flinched and clenched around me with a surprised gasp.

“Louder,” I said firmly, my voice rougher than I meant it to be.

But instead of throwing a glare over her shoulder, she let out a ragged groan and pushed back harder. “Harder,” she demanded.

I responded the only way I knew how driving into her with more force, my rhythm shifting to match her demand. But apparently, I was only halfway there.

“That,” she growled, “and thespanks.”

Well,shit.

We’d never gone here before, but if this was the direction she wanted to take us, I was all in. My handprint was already blooming pink across her pale skin, and something about the way it stood out against her curves had my head spinning. She was gorgeous like this—wild, free,mine.

So I did it again, sharp and unexpected, and that’s all it took.

She shattered around me, gasping and crying out, her walls tightening in pulses I felt through my spine. She wasn’t quiet this time. Shesangfor me, and I was so gone I didn’t even realize how close I was until it hit me.

I grabbed her shoulder, anchoring her in place as I spilled into the condom, groaning through gritted teeth. My forehead dropped to the space between her shoulder blades as we rode the aftershocks, still entangled and panting.

I didn’t want to pull away yet, didn’t want to lose the connection of her body wrapped around mine. But eventually, I eased out slowly, one hand holding the condom in place, careful not to break the moment with something stupid. Even though Ihatedwearing one with her, nothing about it felt natural. But I’d never in my life skipped it, never even considered it—until her.

Yeah, that was something else entirely.

Still trying to catch my breath, I flopped onto the bed beside her, heart pounding, brain foggy with the kind of satisfaction that should be illegal.

And yet, as amazing as it felt, part of me winced.

I didn’t want to come the second she did, I wanted to hold off and to draw it out. To feel her come apart around meagainbefore I gave in. Once wasn’t enough, not with her.

There had to be a podcast about that, right? Or some tantric sex masterclass? Hell, I’d listen to a dozen if it meant keeping up with her.

Making a mental note to look it up later—privately, in incognito mode—I let my hand drift lazily across her back, smiling as her breathing started to slow. She’d completely flipped my world upside down, and I loved every second.

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