“I wasn’t either.” She stared wide-eyed at his cock. “You’re…big.”
They didn’t talk anymore. He rolled the rubber on, and she moved to lie on the bed. There was no finessing, no seducing. He’d never been more aroused, and she opened for him without having to be asked.
In the middle of his bed, he nudged her thighs wider. Becca yanked him down for a kiss that devoured his control, and he shoved himself inside her without checking if she’d been ready.
Such a dick move…except he slid through until he was balls-deep. She locked her ankles around him and nipped his earlobe. “More.”
And he let go. He pounded into her, fucking with an animalistic need to come. She met him thrust for thrust. Despite his desire, he had no intention of coming without her. He reached between them and rubbed her clit. In seconds she went off with a breathy cry that pulled him with her.
He shoved one final time and exploded into the condom, unable to stop pumping as she milked him of every damn thought in his head.
After a moment, he came back to Earth to feel her sliding soft hands over his shoulders, his chest, his neck.
She turned his face to hers and kissed him.
He kissed her back, wanting to fuck her all over again. Talk about addicting.
Until she whispered, “We should get back.”
That he’d forgotten he’d left the others in the pool, that her son and cousin and his own brother awaited them, should have shocked the hell out of him. Instead he wondered how to get her alone again and repeat the experience.
“Um, yeah.” He slowly withdrew from her, already missing her warmth. “Becca, I…”
He didn’t know what to say to make this less awkward.
Except this new Becca didn’t seem to have a problem with any of it. She smiled at him. “Thanks. That was amazing.”
“It was,” he croaked, naked, his dick semi-erect and still gloved in the rubber. He watched her disappear into his bathroom, then return a moment later, dressed in her suit.
She reached for the door. “I’ll tell them you had to get the phone.”
He nodded. She left, and he lay on the bed and stared down at himself, wondering if he’d dreamed the whole thing. But no, he had a spent condom and the scent of Becca Bragg to keep him warm.
Good Christ.He’d just been fucked by a beautiful, mouthy, single mother—Becca Bragg. The implications were staggering. Things could grow awkward between him and Becca. His brother might suffer the consequences if word got out. Mitch had screwed one of the player’smoms. Hell, he might have unintentionally harmed Simon by this dumb move.
But Mitch kept coming back to one question—when could they do it again?
******
Becca spent the next two days in a kind of fog. She’d pretended nothing had happened, and she must have done a great job of it because neither Simon nor Nora had given her any grief over the evening. In fact, they’d both exclaimed what a good time they’d had and wanted to do it again sometime.
Simon seemed half in love with Mitch. Nora actually appreciated Becca introducing her to Deacon, despite not exactly connecting with the man as anything other than a friend. She’d said something about steering clear of a man with trust issues. And Mitch, for all that he’d been buried inside her for a few glorious minutes, acted as if he’d never seen her naked.
Which should have bothered her, except he’d acted exactly as she’d wanted, hadn’t he?
By Wednesday evening, she’d worked herself into a knot of annoyance. She couldn’t stop obsessing over the blasted man, and he, obviously, hadn’t given her a passing thought.
She knew she’d surprised Mitch by getting naked in his bedroom. His shock might have been funny if she hadn’t been in the grip of extreme desire. And holy cow, he’d rocked her world. A serious end to her sexual dry spell. Had he not looked so spectacular in nothing but a pair of swim trunks, she might not have been so brazen. But when he’d stared at her and grown aroused?
She hadn’t thought. She’d acted. Andwowza, had she been richly rewarded.
They hadn’t seen each since Saturday night. It was going on four days, now. He hadn’t texted or called or mentioned her to Simon either. She’s subtly asked her son, and Mitch had been nothing but Simon’s enthusiastic football coach.
Apparently one time had been all Mitch wanted.
The bastard.
And yet…she hadn’t exactly reached out to him either. Maybe he thoughtshe’djust usedhimfor sex? Which she had…kind of. That bone-deep hunger had been assuaged for a bit. Unfortunately, now Becca thought about Mitch all the time. And not just about that glorious body. She wondered if he’d been tending to his roses. If he wandered about, lonely, in his monstrosity of a house. If he had any other women over to test out that firm mattress.
