Page 67 of Wrangled Love

Sex with Jensen is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. My hips are tender from where his fingers dug into them, and my thighs are still trembling. The aftermath is a blend of aching satisfaction and lust that refuses to fade. I can still feel him twitching inside me, and I can’t help but imagine how it would be without a condom between us—skin against skin.

He kisses my forehead as he slowly pulls out. He climbs off the bed, discarding the used condom in the trash before slipping on his boxers. He disappears into the bathroom and returns with a warm washcloth to wipe me clean before tossing the towel into the dirty laundry hamper.

“Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

He leaves the room without further explanation. I hear the clanking in the kitchen downstairs, but stay put like he asked. While I wait, I slide under the covers, pulling the comforter tight around me. A few minutes later, Jensen walks back inside carrying a tray of food.

“I figured you might be hungry after that workout.” He winks.

My stomach rumbles in agreement. I haven’t eaten since breakfast—unless you count the deep-fried Oreo and giant pickle from the fair.

“That was very sweet of you.”

His eyes darken. “More like strategic. We have the house to ourselves tonight, and I plan to make every minute count.” A fresh wave of heat settles between my legs.

He walks to the side of the bed, leaning over to set the tray over my lap. The spread is simple but thoughtful: a bowl of strawberries, freshly cut pineapple, and an assortment of crackers and cheese.

“Thank you. This is way better than what I’d make for myself. I’d probably end up with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.”

Not only is he the first man to give me three orgasms in one night, but he’s also the first to care for me afterward. He’s the perfect balance of commanding passion and gentle affection, leaving me satisfied and cherished in ways I’ve never felt before.

“Anything for you, beautiful,” he murmurs.

He slides into bed beside me, lifting a strawberry to my lips. As I take a bite, juice trickles down my chin, and he gently wipes it away with his thumb, his heated gaze never leaving mine.

I’m eager to see where the rest of the night takes us, and I can only hope that Jensen doesn’t have regrets come morning because I intend to make the most of him being just down the hall for the rest of the summer.

Istir as morning light spills through the blinds, casting a soft golden glow across the room. I crack an eye open, glancing down to find Briar beside me, her hair a tangled mess on the pillow. One arm is draped across my chest, the other tucked beneath her chin.

The quiet stillness makes me want to remember every detail, from the way the sunlight dances along the curve of her cheek to the smattering of freckles on the bridge of her nose. I brush a loose strand of hair from her face, taking in how relaxed she looks. I’m not sure what I did to earn the right to wake up next to her, but I’m holding on to every second of it.

“No one else is ever going to compare to you,” I whisper with a kiss on her forehead.

I’ve never known peace like this. I used to think relationships were a cycle of pain where couples tore one another down and enabled the worst in each other. I figured Julie and Samuel were the rare exception and that I’d never experience that kind of love. So I never made the effort tolet anyone in.

I stuck to one-night stands and casual hookups, setting strict boundaries. There were no sleepovers at my place, no labels, and no promises. It allowed me to stay focused on growing my empire, and until recently, I never felt like I was missing out.

But with Briar, it’s different. With her, it’s easy to let my guard down, knowing she accepts me without judgment and inspires me to become the best version of myself. After just one night together, I fear I’m already hooked, secretly wishing this was more than the summer fling we’ve agreed to.

She shifts slightly in her sleep, her lips parting on a sigh. She must be exhausted from last night, where nothing existed beyond this room. No responsibilities. No complications. Just Briar and me.

She came alive beneath my hands, every stroke dragging a new sound from her lips until she was crying out my name. That raw, raspy voice continues to echo in my head. We didn’t stop until she collapsed against me, spent and trembling. I drifted off with my fingers running through her hair, listening to the steady rhythm of her breath.

After watching Briar for a few more minutes, her lashes finally flutter open, and she blinks up at me with a slow, satisfied smile.

“Morning,” she murmurs.

I brush a kiss across her lips. “Good morning, sugar. How did you sleep?”

She stretches, the sheet slipping down her bare breasts. “Hard to say.Someonekept me up most of the night.”

I smirk. “You weren’t complaining when you were screaming my name at two in the morning.”

“That’s because I was too busy seeing stars to form a coherent sentence.”

“In that case, I’ll have to make sure next time—”

We both freeze when we hear a sharp banging come from downstairs.

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