Page 84 of Recurve Ridge

Robe rubbed the ruined shirt against my cheek. “No underwear, Mari?” He leaned forward and brushed his mouth over mine. Warmth bloomed against my lips, his beard grazing my cheek. Rough—like him.

“I kind of hoped….” My breath lagged, and I couldn’t ask, even after all this time alone with him. Dipping my chin to escape his intense stare, I peeked through my lashes.

Robe growled, reaching between us to unzip his fly. His hard length filled one hand. A tiny clear pearl glistened at the tip of his cock. He ran his thumb across it, the weight of his gaze heavy as he smeared the precum over his mushroom head.

“Eyes up here, Mari,” he rasped. “What is it Alan calls you—a beautiful little slut?”

Notmy slut, buta….I swallowed back a moan, knowing Robe needed to claim me, unwilling to share this moment with anyone else, whether they were in the room with us or not.

My beautiful little slut.

I remembered those words tumbling out of Alan’s seductive mouth and giving me a thrill that day in the en suite, the day I began to heal. But those same words echoed by Robe? Pure sin ricocheted through me. Paired with his possessiveness, those words made my world spin faster. My body heated from the inside out, arousal coating my inner thighs. I balanced my hands on his shoulders and raised my ass to hover above him.

“Are you on the pills Alan got for you?” Robe forced my chin up with a knuckle so he could see my face. “Tell me you’re on them, Mari. I want to fuck you raw.”

Need ran down the inside of my thigh, coating us both with a craving only the other could satisfy.

“I’m on them.”

No sooner had the words slipped from my mouth than his hands tightened on my hips, pushing me down to grind against his rigid length. My hips rolled forward of their own accord, seeking his tip, offering him entrance. I gasped at the contact, but nothing came out of my mouth.

His lips curving in a rough smile, he released his cock and jammed me down. My lungs ceased functioning as I moved, easing back and forth to accommodate his girth.

“Robe—” I hated the plea in my voice, but I begged him—for sanity, a breath,anything—all the same.

“Uh-uh, sweetheart.” His arms wrapped around me, pressing my liquid body flush to his chest. A few shallow thrusts and I gushed around the thick intrusion. My limits reached, he held me close until I molded to the shape of him inside me at this angle, easing the overwhelming stretch. “Better?”

I nodded, brushing my lips over his, needing the contact, his breath on me. “So good.”

“That’s my girl.” Robe squeezed my ass with both hands, helping me rock over him.

He pushed up, hitting places inside me I didn’t know were there, that had never been touched like this before. My thighs pressed tight to his, thick denim harsh against soft, marked skin.

Gulping air and breaking the kiss I started, I rose until his full length almost slipped outside, and then I dropped back down, aided by the copious slick of need that coated him tip to balls. His guttural growl broke something inside me. That urgent need he denied—I wanted that. I wanted him to rip through his control because ofme. Something he couldn’t deny any longer, just for us. I leaned forward and picked up my pace, using his body to steady myself as I rode him.

Pleasure rushed through me as he shook his head, urging me to slow, but I tipped my head away and pretended not to see. My hair tickled my back while he gripped my hips and massaged the same circles there that he had on the back of my head earlier. His touch spread bliss through every point of contact. I let my moans flow free, unchecked.

The way he looked at me—like I was his everything, his future, hisnow—jolted me out of my pleasure-induced stupor and brought my release rushing forward. My breath caught. He rocked with me, weathering the clenches and flutters where I bore down on him. He murmured my name and something else as the world shook and a shower of starlight obliterated everything—except him.

Robe cupped the back of my head, tugging at damp strands that clung to my sweat-beaded skin. I licked his collarbone, watching my hands tremble against his chest. Sweat traveled in rivulets between us, pooling in the apex of my thighs where I was joined to him.

“Fuck, Mari,” he groaned. “Look at me, sweetheart. I want to see your face as I come inside you.”

I lifted my head, the heaviest weight, and rested my lips on his, unable to hold myself up. The edges of my vision frayed into darkness as his next words left me lost between a hot and cold zone. My skin prickled, and I read his words twice, memorizing how his lips moved.

“I love you, Mari Merripen.”

Robe pinned me in place and thrust up, taking away my ability to process anything beyond hot flesh pressed together. Rough hands dug into my hips, then my neck, holding my mouth to his. I played that moment over in my mind as he rocked me brutally against his cock.

When my body strained, he took over. Lips grazed mine in a kiss that rattled my soul. The deep rumble in his chest tightened my muscles once more as he worked us both to our limits, stealing my breath with every thrust.

A second, stronger orgasm rose, this one wielded more by my heart than my body, the brunt of its pleasure throwing me forward until I crashed into him, slamming us both into freefall. His mouth ripped from mine to release his roar as my pussy milked his thickening cock.

The cabin quieted in our aftermath. We breathed together in its silence, a tangle of hearts and souls and bodies, though I couldn’t remember which parts belonged to me or to him.

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ROBE

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