Page 58 of When We Break

“Harder,” she whispers, surprising me.

“You want me to fuck you harder, Irish?”

“Aye, fuck me harder.” The accent is thicker with her arousal, pushing me closer to my climax. Shit, I need her to come.

With one hand still in her hair, I reach around with my other hand and press my fingertips to her clit, and she shudders around me, making my eyes roll back.

“Oh God. Beck. Fuck, just like that.”

“Come all over me, baby. Go over. Let go.”

Her entire amazing body tightens, clenching around me, and her walls ripple around my cock. Just as she’s coming down from her climax, I pull out, fist my cock, and walk around to her face.

“Open that pretty little mouth, and let me fill it up.”

Without hesitation, she follows direction and greedily wraps her gorgeous lips around the crown, sucking, and my balls lift and tighten. The next thing I know, I’m erupting inside her mouth, and she’s moaning happily, taking every last drop down her throat.

“You’re such a good girl.” My hand is fisted in the back of her hair again, but I’m not pushing hard. I don’t want to choke her.

As she’s licking my shaft, I’m untying her with one hand, and when she’s free, she immediately wraps her hands around my cock. I swear to God, I’ve died and gone to heaven.

With my knuckle under her chin, I guide her up to standing and pull her jeans up, kissing her with all I have.

“You’re incredible,” I whisper against her lips.

“I was about to say the same to you.” She’s grinning, those lust-filled eyes shining as I tuck myself back into my pants and help her fasten hers. “Well, that was a lovely way to end the tour.”

She rubs at her wrists, and I gently take them in my hands, frowning down at the red marks from the leather.

“Let’s go back to the house.” I kiss her wrists gently and pull her to me in a big hug. “I need to take care of you.”

“I believe you just did.”

I laugh at that, then kiss the top of her head. “I’ll feel better if I get you in a shower and get some salve on these marks.”

“They’re not so bad.” She stops talking when I scowl at her. “Okay. Please take care of me.”

She pushes her fingers into my beard, and I lean into her.

“Youneedthat, don’t you?” Her voice is gentle as she scratches my whiskers, and now I’m the one who wants to purr.

“What?”

“The aftercare part.”

“Yeah, Irish.” I kiss her nose, then her lips before leading her out of the barn. “I need it.”

Just as I requested, no one is around as we head to the farmhouse. Riley’s asleep on one of his beds, but he greets us at the back door.

“I’ll let him out really quick,” Skyla says, and we wait together as the dog does his business. She makes a face. “My scalp is sweaty. I feel bad that you had your hands on it.”

“I got you that way.” I smirk at her and shake my head. “Nothing about that isn’t sexy, but we’ll get you in the shower and clean us both up.”

When Riley’s done, he lumbers back inside, and I lead Skyla upstairs. Riley lies on his bed, and I move into the bathroom to start the shower so it has time to warm.

“How do you feel?” I ask Skyla as I join her in the bedroom. I take the hem of her sweatshirt and pull it over her head.

“I’m great. You?”

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