Page 113 of Wildest Dreams

Thrust.

“What?”

Thrust.

“I said I’ll have to think about i—”

Thrust.

“No, I heard you fine. I just can’t believe I did. I’m offering you a fucking gold mine here.”

Thrust.

“Don’t let our dynamics in bed fool you, Coltridge. I’m not a charity case. We’re equals. And I’ll decide when and where I want this to end. Now fuck my ass and shut up.”

My thrusts became quicker, jerkier, more punishing. What was she thinking? I was taking all her goddamn problems away, putting her through med school, and she was turning it all down.

My head was a mess, but the rest of my body was pretty clear on where it stood. I shot my load inside her asshole less than a minute after in an orgasm that ripped through me like a hurricane. She came too. We rocked that climax together. I made sure I emptied out inside her, then I rearranged her panties over her asshole and her cunt.

She glanced at me over her shoulder, still scowling. “Aren’t I going to drip from there?”

“Pucker that asshole tight, sweetheart.” I gave her ass a friendly tap. “And if you manage to keep it all in, when we get back, I’ll eat it off you.”

RHYLAND

We wobbled back to the table looking exactly like two people who’d been fucking each other as if the world was ending for the past twenty minutes.

“Where the hell were you?” Row’s eyes followed my every movement from his spot in the booth.

“Rhyland wanted to show me the upstairs facilities.” Cosmos smoothed her hair back from her face, her voice casual. We hadn’t exchanged one word between our fuck and now. We took our seats on opposite corners of the booth.

“Yeah? Did you like the antique billiard table?” Row turned to his sister.

She started at him point-blank, not a muscle in her face moving. “Yeah. I thought the old-school finish to it was a nice touch.”

“Yeah, it’s my favorite too,” Row agreed.

“Right?” She smiled.

“Sure. I love shit that doesn’t exist.”

Silence fell over the table.

Cal’s eyes darted between me and Dylan. “Okay, Dyl, we love you, but this is getting ridiculous.”

“Fine. We didn’t look at the facilities. We were fighting,” Dylan sighed.

“That, I can believe.” Row appeared satisfied. Like he wanted us to not get along. The look Cal gave him showed she knew he was in deep denial. We reeked of sex.

“Your stubborn sister doesn’t want to carry on with this charade for six more months for a hundred K a month.” I gestured to Dylan. “Tell her she’s insane.”

“Smart girl.” Row patted his sister’s shoulder. “Don’t tie yourself up with his bullshit. Go meet a nice, respectful guy who’ll take care of you. Build a family. Live your life.”

My fists curled under the table. I was about to kill my best friend if he didn’t shut up.

“Maybe she can keep the charade and date around on the down-low?” Cal snapped her fingers like this was a good idea or something. “That way, she doesn’t, you know, miss out.”

“No.” I shut her down savagely. “I pay a hundred thousand fucking bucks, she doesn’t breathe in anyone else’s direction unless I say so. Clear?”

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