Page 6 of Boulder's Weight

She shakes her head slowly. "No. I think I've had enough to drink."

Our eyes lock, and the unspoken question hangs between us.

I wait, letting her make the move, letting her decide.

Kelsey slides off her stool, moving into my personal space. "You know what I want, Boulder."

I swallow hard. "Tell me."

She leans in, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispers, "I want to forget everything for a little while. Can you help me with that?"

My body responds instantly to her words, to her being so close.

"Yes," I manage to say. "I can definitely help with that."

The next few minutes are a blur.

Kelsey grabs my hand, leading me through the crowded bar.

The surprised look from the bartender.

The cool air of the hallway leading to the restrooms.

The solid thunk of the bathroom door closing behind us, the click of the lock.

And then her hands are on me, in my hair, tugging me down to her level.

Our lips crash together in a kiss that has nothing gentle about it.

It's all teeth and tongue and pent-up need.

I press her against the wall, my hands finding their way under her tank top, skimming over warm skin.

"Wait," she gasps against my lips. "Condom?"

I reach for my wallet, extracting the packet I always carry.

Always prepared.

Kelsey watches me with heavy-lidded eyes as I tear it open.

Then her hands are on my belt, unfastening it like there’s a timer above us, tugging at my jeans.

I return the favor, my fingers hooking into the waistband of her jeans, pulling them down over her hips.

There's no time for slowness, for savoring.

This is raw and primal, a meeting of bodies seeking release, escape.

I lift her against the wall, her legs wrapping around my waist as I thrust into her.

She bites down on my shoulder to muffle her cry, her nails digging into my back through my shirt.

"God, yes," she moans against my neck as I set a punishing pace. "Don't stop."

I have no intention of stopping, not when she feels this good wrapped around me, not when every sound she makes drives me closer to the edge.

I lose myself in her, in the rhythm we create together, in the building tension that’s like nothing I've experienced before.

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