“Yessss,” I moaned.
“Maybe you’d like it even better with a pillow under your hips.” He wrapped his huge arm around my waist and lifted them to make room for a pillow.
He was right. I did like it better. The angle allowed him to get even deeper.
I moaned in rhythm with his strokes, spreading my legs even wider, lifting my ass higher.
“Yeah, you like that. You like it when I get deep, don’t you, baby?”
“Yes,” I agreed.
“I’m gonna fuck you hard. Is that what you want?”
He didn’t have to ask for my consent. I already knew with total certainty that Boone would stop immediately if something hurt me. He would take care of me. I could trust him with my body, and now that we’d worked through his beliefs about being dangerous–my heart.
Still, I gave him the consent he desired. “I want it.” Later we could talk about my blanket consent, even for pretend non-consent. I was totally down with playing rough with him because he was the man who would kill or die for me.
He growled, gripping my shoulder at the nape to hold me in place as he fucked me hard. The bed bounced and banged against the wall. I squealed my pleasure. Boone’s movements grew jerky.
“Fuck, baby. I’m going to come already. I can’t hold back.”
“Yes!” I cried. “Come!”
He picked up more speed, his loins slapping my ass, the slick sounds of our love-making echoing in the small cabin.
“You’re taking my cock like a good girl. Such a good girl…”
I didn’t know I had a praise kink, but I loved hearing his adulation.
“Fuck, baby. Fuck. Put your hands on the headboard. Spread those legs wider. Give me that sweet ass. That’s right.” He pounded into me, and I lost my breath.
Oh. My. Gawd. I was surprised the bed hadn’t burst into flames.
“I’m coming. You with me?”
“Yes!” I was definitely a vaginal penetration kind of orgasm girl. I liked having my clit touched, but I didn’t need it to go off.
Boone slammed in, and I swear I could feel the heat of his cum filling me. I squeezed around his dick, intentionally at first, then my body got the message, and I orgasmed, hard. The room spun. I felt light headed.
Boone groaned, still releasing. His fingers reached under my hips and found my clit, and I convulsed again, coming for the third time. “That’s my good girl,” he purred. “I’m gonna keep you coming day and night.”
Epilogue
SUMMER
* * *
“I can’t believe this is happening.” I squeezed Boone’s hand, looking up at the towering glass-windowed building that housed Sara’s music recording company. I was from LA and used to crowds, but there was something different about New York. Taller. So crowded. Loud. Thrilling, but it also made me crave our quiet, peaceful cabin in the woods.
It was spring, and Boone and I were in Manhattan to sign the contract my lawyer, Selena Jenkins, had negotiated. She was a shifter and part of the Wolf pack, but also handled human legal matters. For her, mine was a fun one. It wasn’t every day someone received a music deal!
Boone had booked a recording studio for me in Missoula, and I’d recorded my demo and sent it off to Sara as requested. She’d followed up almost immediately with a sample contract.
It seemed too easy. Too good to be true.
But that’s how my relationship with Boone seemed, too.
I’d stopped looking for red flags, but it still had taken me the last few months to really believe how good my life had become. To really receive everything Boone wanted to give me. To know that I deserved it, that I was worthy, and I gave it back with the same energy.
