Page 123 of The Renegade Billionaire
“What about making love?”
“No.” She moans as I pick up the pace. “This. This. I want this.” Her words fall from her lips in staccato pants each time I pull out, and I’m hypnotized by the way her tits bounce when I slam back home.
“You like it a little rough, a little dirty.”
She averts her gaze, so I lower my mouth to her ear, loving the reaction I get when my breath tickles her neck. “I’ll let you in on a secret.” She finally looks back at me, and her pussy clenchesas I speak. “With you, I love it a whole lot dirty, and I’ll go as hard as you want me to.”
She nods, so I slide my hands under her ass, hooking my arms around her thighs and pulling her into me as I thrust.
The slapping of skin on skin, her sounds of pleasure, and my grunts of pure bliss mingle into a song I want to remember forever.
“I need you to come for me again. I want to feel you come on my cock.”
I don’t even get the words out before she explodes around me, clenching so hard my vision blurs before I fill her with my release.
I collapse on top of her, and she wraps her limbs around me as if she’ll never let go.
And truthfully, I hope she never does.
28
MADISON
“Three times?”Clover whisper-yells. Savvy is leaning over me on my other side practically salivating.
This isn’t a conversation I wanted to have at a college football game, but Clover was running late because she had to finish writing a letter to Valen, freaking Valen, who responds with excerpts of sonnets none of us understand, and since Savvy always drives, they both arrived just before kickoff.
We haven’t had any other time to get together this week because Braxton and Pops have now roped Grey into their renovation projects and I’ve had to rush home for two minor injuries—both involving a nail gun. It got to the point that Blissy told me to just stay home Thursday and Friday to make sure no one lost a finger.
“Yes,” I whisper back. The three of us have our heads together while the game and the crowd roar around us, but Braxton and Grey finally made a beer run that gave us a moment to catch up.
“Was it good?” Savvy asks.
“Better than good. I think my head exploded a couple of times, and I left my body at least once. Why didn’t you tell me sex could be?—”
“Bow chicka bow wow,” Savvy sings.
“Oh God,” I mutter, dropping my face into my hands when Mr. and Mrs. Cross turn around in front of us. “Sorry. Ignore her. She’s been cooped up in the house all week.”
Mrs. Cross winks at me, and I officially wish for death by embarrassment.
“I mean, it’s pretty romantic.” Clover always has a dreamy quality to her tone, but now she has hearts in her eyeballs too. “I don’t even know if he slept the night before. We were getting texts all night long with suggestions and questions and credit card numbers. By the way, you should tell him to never, ever do that again. Who just hands over a credit card number via text message?”
“Someone who’s never had to worry about money, that’s who.” Savvy leans back in her seat and crosses her arms.
“Hey,” Grey says, then holds a beer out to Clover.
Now Savvy’s sudden attitude shift makes sense.
Just as Clover’s reaching for it, Sunny, the team’s giant smiling sunray mascot, bumps into Braxton with one of his outstretched sunbeams. It causes him to trip over our bags on the ground and fall into Grey, who still has a beer in each hand. When Grey lurches forward, beer spills from both cups and lands all over Savvy.
Braxton stands behind him, holding three beers while staring at the mess as if it’s his fault.
Why couldn’t this just be a normal outing?
Savvy stands slowly while Braxton steps in front of Grey, apologizing profusely.
“It’s fine,” she says, holding her pale yellow cropped sweatshirt away from her body.
