Page 43 of Between a Rock and a Hard Cowboy

Eva was being Eva, even while he was buried inside her. Bossy as ever, and he knew he shouldn’t be surprised. But he was surprised when her breaths came faster, and her cries got louder.

Was she about to…

As his body tightened, ramping up to end this in spite of his trying to hold back, Eva slammed down, taking him ball’s deep, before she ground against him, rotating her hips in slow circles.

Her head fell forward, her hair hiding her face but he didn’t need to see her. He heard her. Felt her. As her body gripped his length, pulsing with spasms that matched her ever increasing cries there was no doubt. She was coming around him and it was freaking amazing.

When her cries and the spasms finally slowed, he was ready to explode. Flipping them both over, he braced above her on shaking arms.

He was barely sane but he had enough common sense to ask, “Should I pull out?”

Yeah, they should have been using a condom this whole time but it was a little late for that regret.

She shook her head. “No. We’re good. I got that covered too.”

He nearly cried with joy.

Letting loose with all he’d held back until now, he pistoned into her, hard and fast until he exploded inside. He collapsed managing to land next to her rather than crush her beneath him.

The apartment felt like a sauna. He wasn’t sure if that was from the exertion or the radiator, but he was too spent to move more than to wipe the sweat out of his eyes.

They lay there silently next to each other for a while. Long enough both of their breathing finally returned to normal.

He was just wondering if she was ever going to speak to him again when she said, “This meant nothing.”

“We’ve already discussed that. Yes. Nothing,” he agreed. So did his cock, he noticed as it started to reawaken.

She noticed too. “God, you’re getting hard again already.”

“It seems so,” he said as he wondered if she thought that was a good thing or a bad thing. With Eva it was always a coin toss.

“So, um, since this means nothing, it won't matter if we do it again. Right?” she asked as she rolled on top of him.

“Won't matter one bit,” he said as he ran his hands from her hips to her waist while she straddled him once again.

Her, here, over him like this was almost enough to quiet the voice inside him calling him a liar.

Didn’t matter? The hell it didn’t.

ChapterTwenty-One

Abuzzing sound seemed to surround Eva from all sides as she woke.

While she came out of the deepest sleep she’d had in a long time, she felt the mattress shift. That’s when memories of the night before flooded her waking brain.

Linc. Sex—and lots of it.

They were both still in her apartment, in her bed, and apparently they were both getting texts at the same time, which explained the buzzing in stereo from their respective cell phones on either side.

Linc was in her bed.And he had slept there all night long, which seemed as intimate, if not more so, than the sex. She realized he hadn’t had a nightmare last night. Those two bouts must have really tired him out.

That thought was interrupted by another dual round of buzzing from their phones.

She groaned, refusing to open her eyes as she pulled the sheets up higher. “Who’s texting so early?”

He chuckled softly. “It’s Ethan and Poppy on the group text. And it’s not that early.”

“It’s early if I say it’s early,” she proclaimed, cracking open one eye to peer over the edge of the covers. The sun did seem to be shining outside, letting light in around the edge of the blinds in the apartment’s window.

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