If it weren’t for Max’s quick reaction, my swinging fist would’ve landed quite the punch to Dr. Jenkins’ jaw. But Max caught me first, nodding toward Elliot. “I’ll handle him,” he said of the smug doctor. “You take care of Elliot.”
And take care of Elliot I’m going to do.
“Kayleigh, you know what this means?—”
“I know what this means.” I fist his cock, stroking it a few times before I lift up on my knees, lining him at my entrance.
I’m so fucking thankful that his injuries are minimal. One wrong move, and it could’ve been so much more serious. I could’ve lost the man I’m definitely falling in love with. Thisstopped being about lust a long time ago, but until I watched Elliot Bishop get thrown from his horse, I was set on lying to myself.
I sink down onto cock, and we both moan a sigh of relief. As though we’ve been waiting lifetimes to connect this way, rather than days.
“Fuck, Kay. You feel so good. Sowet.”
I bend forward, cupping his cheek hard and dragging his mouth to mine as I gyrate above him. I don’t want to rush, but I’m desperate for him to claim me. I want to be his—and not just for the duration of this fucking auction contract, but for always.
I don’t know how the future works, I just know it does.
We rock together for what feels like hours and yet only seconds. The pleasure builds gradually and suddenly. I come apart first, convulsing above him. I grip his shoulders, kissing him so hard I’m sure my lips will bruise. He pistons his hips into me over and over until his release comes.
He fills me.
Heclaimsme.
And I claim him.
CHAPTER 12
ELLIOT
I’m stillsore as fuck the next morning, but it doesn’t stop me from taking Kayleigh twice more in my bed, and again in the kitchen while I wait for the coffee to brew. I’m pissed at myself for denying us both this pleasure for so long. I feel as though I’ve wasted the first days with Kayleigh when I could’ve been buried balls deep in her sweet pussy, claiming her so much sooner.
I pound into her as the Keurig makes all its coffee-making sounds. Kayleigh, bent over the island, lifts that delicious ass to grant me deeper access. My balls slap against her cheeks, and my fingers are strum her sopping wet clit like it’s my most important mission.
She comes first—always.
I relish in the feel of her orgasm convulsing around my cock, holding out as long as I possibly can until finally, I let go. I fill her once again with my seed.
“Do you want kids, Kay?”
“I’m on the pill, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“I’m not, but good to know.” We didn’t exactly have all those conversations you’re supposed to have last night. We were too buried in each other, unable to distinguish where one of usstarted and the other ended, to be practical. But if I’d knocked her up, I wouldn’t be mad about it.
“I want kids, yes. After I have my own established practice. Why?”
“No reason.”
“Do you want kids? I mean, more—” She cuts herself off, spinning away from me to no doubt hide her mortified expression.
“We should probably talk about Adam,” I admit, scrubbing a hand through my hair. It’s not the conversation I wanted to have the morning before I dropped her off at the airport. She’ll be back in a few days, but I wanted her last memory to be of me coming inside her. Not this sure-to-be awkward conversation.
“I’m starting to think he wasn’t exactly honest about how he grew up,” Kayleigh says.
“What did he tell you?”
“That you kicked him and his mom out when he was a baby and told them never to come back. Which, in hindsight, doesn’t make a lot of sense considering the amount of times he mentioned seeing you over the years.”
“His mom and I got pregnant when we were seventeen.” I pull the full mug of coffee from the Keurig and start another right away. One cup will not be enough for me to get through this story. “I wanted to marry her. But my dad thought it would ruin my future. So he offered her a big lump sum of money to disappear. He didn’t care what she did with the kid.”
