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Gripping her hips, I slammed her onto my cock so hard the contact radiated through us both. “Goddamn, Alex.”

Water splashed, and she tipped her head back, long, wet curls sliding off her shoulders. The beautiful column of her neck drew my gaze, then I dipped lower, entranced by the jiggle of her tits, the contraction of my inked name on her abdomen as she tightened her muscles, and the strength in her thighs that steadied her ferocious pace.

I couldn’t stop her.

She’d turned the tables on me, and now I lay underneath her, helpless in unrestrained repose. Her rosy nipples drew taut, her jaw slackened, her lids shuttered. That seductive mouth of hers formed a perfect O as a cry of completion launched from her throat.

She was fucking coming.

Breaking the rules.

Exerting her power over me in this moment.

I was helpless to stop the eruption.

“Fucking look at me.”

Her eyes locked on mine, lids at half-mast from her orgasm, and the connection between us did me in. The pressure in my balls reached zenith, and I jerked her body flush with my lap, burying my cock as deep as possible as I exploded inside her rebellious cunt.

“Fuck, baby.Fuck!”

We stared at each other afterward, our chests rising and falling fast from the chaos of our deviant games. I let go of her hips and dropped my arms like deadweight. She slumped forward, and her tits smashed against my chest as she laid her head on my shoulder.

Our heartbeats thrashed to the same rhythm, our bones softening to the same jelly-like substance that stole the life from our marrow.

But we were still joined, my semi lengthening into a greedy piston once more.

And her hips responded to our mutual dance.

10. Visitors - Alex

Rafe and I were back in the kitchen when a black pickup pulled into the driveway. I stalled chopping peppers for the omelets, and my heart skipped a beat.

“Who’s here?”

Rafe continued whipping eggs in a bowl, an unworried expression on his face. I took in his non-reaction to the unfamiliar truck in the driveway as my cue not to panic, which wasn’t easy, as I’d been in fight-or-flight mode for so long when it came to unexpected shit.

“It’s Jax and…” he trailed off, his brows narrowing over eyes cast in brilliance from the sun shining through the square kitchen window. Clay pots homing long-dead plants lined the windowsill. “He’s got company with him. That’s all I know.”

“Why didn’t you tell me he was coming?”

He raised a brow, his mouth a wry slant. “I was a little preoccupied.”

Preoccupied with shoving my head under water. It happened an hour ago, but I still experienced a visceral response.

Accelerated pulse. Sweat dripping down my spine. Thready breaths.

I’d survived things that would make the toughest of men fold, yet water and a needy cock threatened to break me. No man on this planet could push me past my limits like Rafe did.

Zach hadn’t even accomplished that.

Maybe the part that bothered me most was how I caved every time. There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for Rafe.

“Besides,” he said. “I wanted his arrival to be a surprise.”

“How come?” I crossed my arms, utterly aware of my nakedness, and eyed him in suspicion. When Jax showed up, shit usually hit the fan.

He gave me a long, considering look. “I need a best man if I’m getting married, don’t I?”

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