Page 127 of Full Mountie

He throws himself onto my couch and spreads his arms wide. “Do you have an itch you need to scratch, beautiful? Because I can do that. But there can’t be any strings attached.”

“No strings,” I whisper, even as my heart drops.

“And you tell Lachlan about this.” His eyes go bright at that.

“I’ll tell him everything,” I promise. “Every hot, delicious detail. And he’ll do the same if you visit him.”

He watches me through guarded eyes as I crawl into his lap, his big hands squeezing my thighs. “That’s not going to happen.”

“Okay.” I don’t argue the point. Of course it’s going to happen. We’ve already learned once that willpower is no match for the chemistry between the three of us, or any combination therein.

“Show me what you want,” he says hoarsely.

Without hesitation, I cup my breasts, teasing my nipples with my fingers. My eyelids flutter as I feel his gaze sweeping over my body. His attention is just as potent as my touch, and I want more of it. “Tell me what to do next.”

“Show me that you’re wet already.” His voice hardens as he takes over.

I reach one hand between my legs and swipe at the ready moisture there. It strings between my fingers, clear and slippery.

“Feed it to me.”

I gasp as heat enflames me, but I do as I’m told, lifting my fingers to his mouth. He licks them clean, his tongue flat and broad.

He takes his time.

He makes it dirtier than I thought possible. “Delicious,” he whispers as his tongue slides off the tip of my ring finger. “More.”

I stroke myself again, then offer him my hand.

Back and forth we go, until I’m squirming and he’s rock hard beneath me.

Then he picks me up without a word and carries me into the bedroom. I watch, every muscle in my body screaming to be used and abused, as he strips out of his jeans and t-shirt.

I don’t miss that he came over commando.

He wanted this just as much as I do.

When he’s naked, he crowds against me, pushing me up on the bed. I tangle my fingers in his hair and search for his lips with mine.

He stops me. “No kissing.”

“What?” I laugh as I lean in again, my mouth brushing his. “Come on. I promise I’ll make it dirty.”

He jerks under my touch and his voice cracks. “I need some limits.”

There’s something there that touches me and reminds me that deep down, even brashy, cocky Hugh has a sensitive, wounded soul inside. One we haven’t spent enough time thinking about, clearly.

“Fair enough.” I drift my lips over his cheek and trace the curve of his ear with the tip of my tongue. “This is better anyway. Keeps my mouth free to be sassy.”

“I can find something to keep your mouth occupied if need be.”

“Mmm. Don’t make promises you can’t keep…”

The taunt works. He flips me over and slides up my body, fast as lightning. He kneels beside me, half-straddling my upper body, his hips canted toward my face. His cock bounces against my mouth before I get my act together, but when he fists himself, I’m ready.

I part my lips and he slides in roughly. I tamp down the rush of adrenaline and exhale as I swallow him. Jesus, he’s thick. But he tastes good, and I’m so greedy for this I’ll take it however I get it.

He pumps his hips, fucking my face until I’m groaning around him. Then he pulls out and reaches for my condom drawer.

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