Page 21 of Healing Her Cowboys
He moved behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Getting greedy early, are we?”
She slapped his hand. “Not that, Mr. Dirty Mind! I mean your therapy.”
“Ah, therapy. Sure, as long as you go easy on me after last night. I may need some time to recuperate.”
“What am I going to do with you?”
“I’m sure we can come up with some ideas if we put our heads together.”
***
Brik listened as Reese guided him through each exercise. He still complained, but at least he wasn’t about to take his anger out on her again.
He moved roughly through some sets, but a few came easier than others. He felt like he was working out muscles he never knew he had.
Brik had to control himself a few times. Being so close to Reese was driving him insane. Each time she touched him, she brought back memories of the previous night.
At one point, when she stretched him, her body brushed right up against his cock, and he got hard instantly.
He let out a soft grunt, and she moved away.
“Too much?” she asked.
“You could say that,” he said, not bothering to hide his smirk.
Reese glanced down and caught the hardness of him pressing against his boxers. “Brik, we’re working.”
“I can’t help it. You just bring out that response in me.” The air in the room thickened, and he pulled her close to him. He guided her hand to cover him. “Feel what you do to me, baby.”
“Brik.” Her voice barely came out as a whisper.
He captured her lips before she could protest anymore. The kiss was needy as he pulled her into his lap. Her soft curves pressed against his hardness, and it only made him crave her more.
Reese's fingers slipped between them to massage his length. With her hands on him, he knew he wouldn’t be able to control himself.
“I need to feel you on me, Reese.” He nibbled her ear and kissed down her neck until he brought a moan out of her.
Her hands slid into his boxers to take hold of him, and his breath hitched from the direct contact.
“Fuck,” he muttered, before kissing her harder than before.
Her fingers worked him with precision as he explored her mouth. Brik moaned and grabbed her hand, guiding it up and down his shaft. He was close, and he thrusted into her grip. Before he could come, he stopped her.
“Bed,” was all he said before lifting her up and carrying her back to his room.
“It’s always one word with you when you’re like this,” she teased. “Bedroom. Bed. Is there anything else you can add?”
“Those are the only words that matter,” he said.
“If you say so.”
He smacked her ass, and she shrieked. “I say so.”
When he finally had her behind closed doors, he wasted no time undressing her. There was one thing Atlas got to do that he wanted to experience too: a taste of Reese.
Her pussy was already wet for him before he even touched her. He watched her reaction as he slid one finger inside of her. She gripped him tight, pulling him inside.
“Brik,” she cried and arched her back into the pleasure.
