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Grunting, he pounds into me a few more times, then pulls out. I land back on all fours as he jerks himself. Hot cum splatters all over my ass cheeks. He’s made a beautiful mess out of me. My pussy is soaked and swollen, his cum is all over my backside, and I’m drenched in sweat.

I will be wearing my tool belt until it falls apart if it’ll get me fucked like this every day.

Once he’s done, he climbs off the bed. “Stay still.” A moment later, he’s back with a wet washcloth, cleaning me up.

I roll over, still trying to catch my breath. How I’m winded when I didn’t even do anything but take great dick is beyond me. Shew. What a workout.

Dean’s already getting dressed again.

“You don’t linger, do you?”

“Daylight doesn’t linger either, sugar.” Meaning, he’s got work to do and I can’t distract him any longer.

When I try to get up, my legs give out on me and Dean catches my arm before I hit the floor like my hammer. “I’m good.” Wobbling on shaky legs suggests otherwise.

“I was too rough, wasn’t I?”

“Not at all.” Bracing myself on the corner of the bed, I wish he’d ease up on his attention to my well-being. I’m a big girl. I can handle getting fucked within an inch of my life. “Let go. I just need a minute.” Dean backs away, but that look on his face confuses me. I’m not sure if he’s furious or frightened. “Seriously, I’m fine.”

He doesn’t believe me.

Closing my eyes, I manage to stand up straight and adjust my tool belt. “My clit won’t stop twitching.”

“Then I didn’t do my job good enough.”

On the contrary, I’d say he did his job too well. I probably have nerve damage.

“Lay back, baby.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“Do what I say.” He gently presses me down on the corner of the bed and lifts my legs, hooking them on his shoulders. “That’s my good girl.” He drags his tongue across my cunt. “Does that hurt?”

Clearly not, considering my hips just kicked up and my thighs tightened around his head. “I can’t come again.”

“Yes, you can. I’m betting you need to.” He gently sucks on my clit, his face rubbing all my sensitive parts between my legs until another orgasm coils up like a rattlesnake inside me.

“Dean,” I whimper. This release isn’t a volcanic explosion. It’s a hot river flowing out of me so easily, that I barely move. I hold Dean’s head in place between my legs long after the ride is over. He doesn’t seem to mind. When I finally let him go, he kisses my clit, my thighs, my belly… and rides up my exhausted body until he reaches my lips. When he latches onto my mouth, I wrap my heavy, boneless arms around his neck and hold him tight.

We kiss like it’s the only thing we have to do today. Like we’ve done this a million times before. When he pulls away, we smile at each other as peace settles into my bones.

“Is that better?”

“Yeah,” I whisper. “Thank you.”

“I always take care of what’s mine,” he says with dark eyes. “And you, Grace Finch, are mine until the snow melts.”

Chapter 13

Dean

I’m a fucking animal. Seeing Grace struggle to stand makes my stomach twist. I need to do better by her. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Dean, stop asking.”

“Maybe you should lay down. I could draw you a bath or…”

“Hey.” She cups my face, her gorgeous eyes boring into mine. “I’m perfect.”

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