“I can’t wait to switch,” he panted, his rhythm faltering for a second. “Jesus, baby, I want you to ride my asshard.”
I had no idea what came tumbling out of my mouth at that. I was already dizzy with need, and just the thought of pounding into his ass scrambled what was left of my brain.
“You want that?” he asked shakily. “You want to fuck me after I?—”
I gasped, and my back arched as my orgasm took over. We both shouted, and Jesse thrust hard as I came on my hand and stomach. Then he was coming too, crying out and burying himself as deep as he could as his whole body jerked with the force of his climax.
He shuddered, then slumped over me, trembling and panting.
I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him all the way down, and we just lay like that for a moment. Breathing. Shaking. Dazed. Jesse still inside me. My whole body still electrified from the orgasm he’d given me.
And it was perfect.
Absolutely, mind-blowingly perfect.
CHAPTER 24
JESSE
For a little while, nothing felt real. I barely remembered us getting out of bed and cleaning up. The whole time I’d held him close to me in the shower, I’d been half out of my mind, still disbelieving that we’d finally made it to this. That I’d finally lived out my fantasy of watching Eric come while I fucked him. That we’d landed in bed together again in the first place after I’d been so sure we wouldn’t.
The early morning and the amazing sex caught up with us, and after we’d showered we ended up dozing. I wasn’t sure how long we slept, and I didn’t care enough to check the time after I woke up. I was too comfortable and blissed out to think about anything except how good and how right this felt.
Eric was still asleep, his head on my shoulder and his arm slung across my stomach. My arm was around him, my fingers losing some feeling, but I didn’t care about that. Not when he fit so perfectly against me.
Of all the ways things could have played out after I texted him to meet with me before the wedding, this one hadn’t even registered. There’d been no possible way that text would be the butterfly flapping its wings, and the resulting hurricane wouldbe Eric and me making love in a cabin in Maine. It just wasn’t possible.
But here we were. The woman who’d hurt us both seemed like a distant memory, and even the pain she’d caused seemed to exist on a whole other plane. The man who’d had every right to spit in my face and curse me out for screwing his fiancée was now sleeping peacefully against me. He’d been the one to break the standoff and tell me he wanted this.
It was all so bizarre and surreal, but itwasreal. As real as that moment when we’d been making out in the Jeep and I’d suddenly noticed the voyeuristic moose.
That thought made me chuckle, though I tried to tamp it down. My cats had interrupted sex plenty of times, but nothing held a candle to“we were getting each other all spun up when suddenly—a moose!”
I snorted and wiped my free hand over my face. Yeah, this trip had been something else.
Beside me, Eric stirred. He rolled onto his back, and as I turned on my side, he opened his eyes and gazed at me. His sleepy smile made my heart flutter.
“Hey,” he whispered. “So that wasn’t a dream.”
“Nope. It wasn’t.” I kissed him lightly.
He shifted a little, and a wince flickered across his face. “Definitelywasn’t a dream.”
Panic knifed through me. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” God knew it wouldn’t have been the first time.
His smile widened as he turned onto his side to face me, and he caressed my cheek. “No. I just haven’t bottomed in a while, and I can tell.”
“But I didn’t?—”
He kissed me softly. “It was amazing, and I feel fine. I promise.”
That settled my nerves a bit. I loved topping, but I was always afraid I’d leave someone sore afterward.
Eric must’ve seen my lingering concern, because he added, “If it wasn’t, I wouldn’t be looking forward to you doing it again.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Mmhmm. Might not be tonight, but I cannot wait for you to dick me down like that again.”
