“Nolan,” she gasps. It’s a broken sound. A plea. And my name has never sounded like that before.
Snarling under my breath, I yank her harder against me. “You feel that?” I press up into her so every brutal inch shows her how hard she makes me. “Feel what you’re doing to me?”
She nods—frantic.
“Say it.”
Her lips falter. And then her eyes lock on mine, wide and brimming with heat. Her voice is a whisper that guts me: “I feel you, Nolan. It’s so fucking good.”
That’s the breaking point. That’s the moment.
I’m going to come just like this, her writhing against me, moaning for me, melting into every brutal kiss I press into her jaw.
I want her to spike so high she forgets how to breathe. I want her tocome undone just from the friction between us. I want her aching from this tomorrow. And I want her crawling back for more.
I tighten my grip, drag my lips along the shell of her ear, and whisper, “Don’t stop, baby. Come again for me. Show me how fucking desperate you are for it.”
And god, she does.
She moves harder, faster, hips stuttering as she chases the edge, body unlacing with each desperate grind. Her moans grow more fractured, she’s barely holding herself together. Every tremble, every twitch of muscle, every fractured breath vibrates against my skin.
She’s so damn close.
“Do it right here, baby. Come on me. Make more of a mess.”
She explodes, body locking up tight, then breaking wide open. Rorie’s falling over the edge once again and it’s the sweetest fucking sound.
As her release rips through her, Rorie’s thighs clench around me, and a cry punches from her throat.
I watch every second of it. Her lips parting, her eyes fluttering shut, her body going slack for one beat—only one—before she sucks in a breath. She just fell apart in my hands, and on my cock, and she’s realizing there’s no putting herself back together the same way.
It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
She blinks up at me, dazed, chest still heaving.
Reaching up, I drag my thumb reverently across her bottom lip. Her eyes are still heavy-lidded, her body limp from the aftershocks, and god, she’s never looked more beautiful.
I press my forehead to hers, letting us breathe in the same stolen, shaky air. “You okay?”
She nods.
I let a crooked smile pull at my lips. “You just dry humped me in the bathroom of a bar.”
Her laugh is quiet, raspy. “You started it by finger fucking me.”
My grin deepens. “And I’m not even close to being finished with you.”
But that’s when the bathroom door creaks open behind us.
“What the actualfuck,” Maya’s voice rings out like a grenade.
“Maya.” Rorie jolts, nearly knocking back into the sink.
I stiffen, hands still on her hips, body angled like I’m protecting a crime scene, which, honestly, I might be.
Maya stands frozen just inside the door, eyes wide, jaw somewhere near the tile floor.
“Well,” she says, stepping inside, “I came in here to tell you we’ve got to get Jeremy home. He’s past his three too many phase, and Dr. Fiddlestorm the Third is about to make an appearance.However,this is aninterestingdevelopment.”
