I sank deep over and over, loving the feel of her surrounding me, beneath me, clawing her marks into me. I was so fucking close to blowing, but I could tell she wanted more, her pussy desperate for another orgasm. And I was all too willing to deliver.
“You’ve got one more for me, don’t you? I can feel how fucking needy you still are. Your pussy’s gripping me so goddamn tight, just begging for my seed. Come on, trouble. Let go and give me what I fucking worked for.”
Shoving my hand away from her mouth, she tugged me down and captured my lips with her own. Groaning into the kiss, she brushed her tongue against mine as she wrapped her legs around my waist. With her ankles locked at the base of my spine, she used that hold as leverage to take me deep.
Over and over, she rode me from below, taking exactly what she needed. And I fucking loved that she was taking it fromme.
This time, her scream was trapped between us as I swallowed her keening cry. I slanted my mouth over hers, our tongues gliding together as she came around me. And I had no hope of holding back even a second longer.
Groaning her name, I settled deep, my cock emptying inside her as she held me tight in the cradle of her thighs.
I had no idea how long we lay like that, her legs locking me in place, fingers threaded through my hair, while she kissed me like I was the oxygen she desperately needed. And I couldn’t do anything but reciprocate.
Jesus Christ, what had this woman done to me? She had me addicted to her after mere weeks, and I was tired of trying to stop it. Tired of fighting it with every fiber of my being.
So instead of sending her back to her room like I should have, I kissed my way across her jaw and down her neck. Forcing myself to pull away, I sat back on my heels, my cock slipping from her pussy, and stared down at her.
A sheen of sweat covered her, making her skin glow in the light. Her lips were swollen, her cheeks flushed, her inner thighs reddened thanks to my beard. And then there was the mess between her legs.
My come leaked out of her, mixing with her own pleasure, and I couldn’t stop myself. I reached down, gathered every drop that had spilled out, and sank my fingers inside her, shoving my seed as deep as I could.
She gasped, her eyes locked with mine as I fingered her in slow, deliberate thrusts.
“I know you came in here hoping I’d fuck you to sleep, but I have bad news, trouble. You’re not gonna be getting much sleep tonight.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
SUTTON
Atlas hadn’t been lying.There’d been absolutely no sleep happening.
I was sated but exhausted, draped across his chest while he traced his callused fingertips over my back. I’d lost count of how many orgasms he’d given me. I’d come so hard, tears had leaked out of my eyes. At one point, I was pretty sure I’d forgotten my name.
I didn’t know what time it was and found I didn’t have the strength to lift my head to look. Not when Atlas’s heartbeat was thudding beneath my ear, his fingers tracing up and down my spine, that elusive sleep finally within reach.
At least until his phone buzzed on the nightstand, and he let out a muttered curse.
“I think you’re the only person I’ve ever met who doesn’t keep their phone on silent,” I mumbled into his skin.
He reached over and glanced at the device before setting it back down. “Silent mode is when the disasters happen. There’ve been three water-related issues just this month.”
“The cottage flooding is one… What were the other two?”
“My mom decided to play plumber and attempt to fix some leaky pipes by watching YouTube videos. That went as well as you’re imagining.”
I grinned into his chest, my mind conjuring up the kind of woman who birthed men as different as Atlas and Lincoln, not to mention her other two sons, and also got up to mischief with home improvement projects.
“Then the fridge at the bar shit the bed and leaked water all over, but Lincoln didn’t tell me about it until the next day.”
“Well, that was nice of him to try to handle it.”
He let out a low grumble. “Hedidn’thandle it. He left it to sit overnight. We’re lucky we didn’t have permanent water damage on the floors.”
I scraped my nails through the hair on his chest, loving the almost involuntary sigh that left him at my touch. “So…what? You’re always on call?”
He blew out a long sigh against the top of my head. “Pretty much.”
I hummed in acknowledgment and glanced up at him. With the shades drawn, it was dark in his bedroom. But we’d been in this sleep cocoon for long enough that I was still able to make out his features. Couldfeelhis gaze on me. “Let me guess. You’re the oldest.”
