Page 59 of Protective Cowboy

Then she made the mistake of reading the comments section beneath the article. Every troll on the Internet appeared to have converged here, and they gleefully trashed her and her family in the most horrible ways.

When she finally put her phone down, she wanted to throw up. And scream. And cry her eyes out.

Belatedly, she remembered Matt was waiting for her in his bedroom.

She peeled off her lacy bra and panties, leaving them discarded on the floor, and padded naked across the hallway.

Tonight, she didn’t want a gentle seduction. She needed something stronger to drive every horrible thought out of her mind.

She pushed open his bedroom door with a shaking hand.

Matt had stripped down to his usual sleepwear, a t-shirt and boxers. He registered Autumn’s naked form. His gaze lingered on her bare breasts, then he caught sight of her face.

She wasn’t sure what he saw there, but it couldn’t be good. Not with the way she felt right now.

“What happened?”

“I—I just—I read that interview,” she confessed. “It was even worse than I thought!”

“Aw, shit,” Matt said, his face twisting in pain. “I knew it. That asshole!” He opened his arms to her.

Autumn rushed into his embrace. She clung to him, her face buried in the crook of his neck as she inhaled his comforting scent. It was a mixture of his pine-scented soap, aftershave, and something uniquely him.

His muscular arms wrapped around her, his large hands stroking her bare back.

“I was going to wait until tomorrow morning,” she mumbled against his skin, shivering violently. “Phillip’s lies… all those horrible comments… what am I going to do? How do I stop him?”

“Hey, it’s gonna be okay,” Matt murmured soothingly, pressing a tender kiss to her temple. “We’ll find a way to fix this. I’ve got your back.”

Plastered against him like this, she felt the unmistakable bulge in Matt’s boxers. Her heart raced, her body responding with an intense surge of pure need.

“Matt, I…” she began, her voice trembling. She’d never asked for anything like this before. “I need you to fuck my brains out. Don’t be gentle. Don’t give me time to think about anything. Just make me feel.”

She didn’t have to ask him twice.

He surged forward and pushed her against his bedroom wall. The cool plaster against her back did nothing to quell the heat rising within her as his cloth-covered erection ground against her core. He caught her wrists in a bruising grip, pinning them above her head.

The possessive gesture sent a gush of moisture between her thighs. This was miles from his usual gentle exploration of her body. This was a claiming. And she craved more of it.

Then he bent his head and kissed her savagely.

“Keep your hands up,” he commanded, then released her wrists as he nipped and sucked his way down the column of her throat.

She realized he was probably marking her. And she didn’t care. Each bite sent a shudder of agonizing pleasure shooting through her.

“So fucking beautiful,” Matt growled, his hands cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples and drawing a needy moan from her lips.

Until this moment, Matt had always been so tender, so patient with her. But tonight, he understood exactly what she needed from him.

Then his mouth descended to her breasts, teeth scraping the sensitive tips before he sucked hard on one nipple, tearing a moan from her throat.

Her hands dropped to his head. He glared up at her. “Hands. Up. Over your head. Or I’ll stop.”

Oh, God. She loved being ordered around like this more than she ever thought.

He rewarded her by using his lips and teeth on her other breast. His hands squeezed her hips hard enough to bruise.

She writhed helplessly in his grip, holding her hands high while frantically trying to wrap her legs around his hips and ride the rock-hard ridge of his erection.

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