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I have no sexual experiences outside of Tyler, and while I’m not trying to compare Tyler to Rhett, mostly because this isn’t even a comparison, I can’t help but notice how different this experience is from what I’ve had in the past.

Previously, when Tyler and I had sex, it was methodical, almost as though we were performing a surgery. We’d get undressed, slide under the covers, and I’d try to act interested while he did his thing. Even in the beginning, our lovemaking was lackluster. He never really looked at me the way Rhett is looking at me right now. He never touched me the way Rhett touches me. He never explored me the way Rhett is exploring me.

Rhett plows into me harder and harder, digging into my hips as his long, hard dick discovers places never touched before.

I sigh and squirm beneath his weight as he presses in and out of my soaking pussy. He’s so thick, splitting me in two as he works me over.

His gaze is glossy and focused as he growls, “Fuck, your little pussy… just fuck! Look at me, trouble. I want to see that face when you come on my cock.”

I stare at him, studying the dark brown haze in his eyes as he pummels into me over and over again with a grunting groan that’s impossibly magnificent in every way.

At least the secret will be worth keeping, because never having experienced this would be sad. Really, really sad for future me. I mean, now I know what it feels like to have a man want you. To have a man desire you. To have a man take you over and rearrange your insides with passion. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt. Hell, it’s even better than any book could ever describe it.

He reaches between us and circles my clit as he holds me in place with the opposite hand. “You like the idea of all these men all over you, don’t you? You want their filthy hands on your little pussy?”

Oh God, is he into it?

“Yeah,” I moan and squirm to the side, capturing his hand as he thrusts harder. “I’d like that.”

He blows out a breath. “You’d like to be taken over and controlled, told where to kneel and what to suck?”

Oh my God!

My clit swells and every bit of reserve I have comes spilling to the surface until I’m writhing beneath him in an echoing chamber of disordered release. My muscles contract wildly from head to toe, and my mind goes completely blank as my eyes roll up into my head and my toes curl forward.

This seems to get him going as well. “That’s right, but I’ll fuck you last. I’ll take your sloppy little pussy all filled with come and I’ll make you mine again.” He thrusts into me harder one last time, then growls out in pleasure as he comes.

My body shakes as he holds his glistening frame up against me.

“Fuck… you felt good.” He lands a kiss on top of my head then kisses the nape of my neck as he pulls out and lies beside me in bed.

We’re both panting as he draws me into his arms, and I lay against his hairy chest, calmer now than I’d been a few hours ago.

“You okay?” His voice is so deep that the sound reverberates as he speaks. It’s a gentle, comforting rumble that leaves me feeling like I’m in a cozy bundle of perfection.How is this man single? Why do I never see him with other women? Why in the hell is he in bed with me?

“Yeah,” I whisper, running my fingertip along the trail of hair on his stomach. “You?”

He hums out a deep response of contentment, and though I wonder if we’ll be okay come morning, right now everything is perfect… except the yellowing light fixture on the ceiling. That really needs to go.

Chapter Six

Molly

“I really need to get you a coffee maker from this century.” I turn toward Rhett, handing him the stainless-steel tumbler I found in the cupboard and filled with coffee. “I hope you still like it black and bitter.” This moment feels oddly familiar and domestic. I like it a lot. The sun is barely up, the only sound for miles is the rooster reminding everyone that the day is about to start, and Rhett is about to kiss me.

Another man is about to kiss me randomly, and just because he’s leaving for work.This concept probably shouldn’t feel foreign to me.

His rough hand slides against mine as he takes his coffee and leans into my lips gently. “This coffee maker has been workin’ just fine. If you need fancy coffee, you’ll have to grab it on your way into town today. I left the keys to the truck on the table by the door. Remember to put it in second gear on these roads up here. I don’t want to be draggin’ you out of the ditch later.”

“It’s manual?”

He nods. “You can’t drive manual? Since when? You used to drive those tractors up at your parents’ farm all the time when you were young.”

“Yeah, but that was years ago. Now, I have the lazy sensibilities of a spoiled automatic Corolla. I haven’t been on a tractor in years.”

“Okay…” He glances up toward Maverick who’s sitting at the end of the island drinking his morning coffee quietly. I don’t remember a lot about the details of last night, but I remember enough that this morning has been embarrassing. “You think you can keep your hands off Maverick long enough to let him drive you in for your therapist appointment today?” Rhett says, laughing at his own joke. “But I guess I gotta worry about Holden now too, don’t I?”

I roll my eyes and shove his shoulder playfully. “I was drunk. People say stupid things when they’re drunk. Besides, Maverick is busy. He doesn’t have time to be dragging me around.”

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