“You’re… not?” I ask, stunned by the mind-blowing climax and the infinitely sexy sight of a blushing Rust with my essence on his lips.
He grabs me by the throat and pulls me off the counter, spinning me around. My legs feel like overcooked spaghetti, still shaking as he forces me to bend over, pushing my tits against the sink. His boot kicks my feet apart and he rips on my hair, making me look in the mirror.
Mascara and eyeliner run in black streaks down my pink face and my hair is a mess of copper in his fist, butI’m smiling. I’ve never seen myself like this before. Wild and raw and free.
Rust hikes up my skirt, bracing the tip of his cock against my entrance. Slowly, he slides into me, savoring every inch of his hardness splitting me wide. Goosebumps break across my skin as we become one and he holds himself deep, bottoming out.
“Do you see how beautiful you are when you’re stuffed with my cock?” he rumbles into my ear. “And when you come this time, I want the whole damn bar to know how good I make you feel. I want to hear you scream for me.”
He pulls out and slams back in. It burns as he stretches me, but the ache fades into red-hot pleasure. He pounds into me and his hips meet my ass with loud slaps. Every thrust is a punishment. Hard. Fast. Merciless. I’m reduced to a mess of moans and cries.
This is the best sex I’ve ever had. Shocked, I realize that every encounter with my ex-husband is the best sex I’ve ever had. He manages to outdo himself every time.
He gives a sharp tug on my hair. “Who’s makin’ you scream, Trouble? Say my fuckin’ name.”
“Rust! Oh damn… Your cock feels so good inside me, Rust!” I shout, not caring who hears. “Fuck, I’m going to come!”
“That’s alright, let go. I got you. I wanna feel you coming on my dick.”
My climax is a toe-curling, leg-shaking, thigh-quivering earthquake that makes me feel like I don’t have a single bone left in my body. Rust soon joins me, filling me for the second time since we entered this restroom.
This restroom that’s definitely not soundproof, I think and giggle.
Rust grins at me in the mirror. “Now the fine people of Pine Bluff don’t need to see a ring on your fingerto know who you belong to. They heard all those dirty noises you made for me.”
I blow a stray, damp curl out of my eyes. “Let ‘em hear and let ‘em see, Big Guy. I’m not ashamed of being with you. Never have been.”
His smile softens and he presses a kiss to the crown of my head. “C’mon, let’s clean up before I get my revenge in pool.”
I laugh. “Since you gave me orgasms this good, I might let you win.”
“We saidthe loser buys the next round!” I protest.
Rust shakes his head. “You let me win.”
“Noooooooo!” I giggle and the room spins.
“That’s cheating.” He clicks his tongue. “I’ll be right back with our drinks.”
Swaying slightly, Rust swaggers toward the bar. Even being drunk looks good on him. I make a rectangle with my fingers and center his ass in it, mimicking the noise of a camera shutter.
“Perfect,” I mumble and grab my beer.
Draining the last liquid from the perspiring bottle, I nod my head to a twangy country song coming from the jukebox.
“A pretty milf like you could do much better than that washed-up hillbilly,” a nasal voice cuts through my bliss. “Lucky for you, I’ve always wanted to do it with an older woman.”
“Ew!” I burst out, looking for the source of those disgusting lines.
A young guy in a white hat leans against the other end of the pool table. He seems barely old enough to drink. Igive him a closer once over and my tipsy brain catches up, recognizing him from earlier.
It’s Trevor.
I snort a laugh. He looks like he’s wearing a costume. His snakeskin boots look brand new and his pristine white Stetson sits too high on his head. It’s definitely a few sizes too small.
But you gotta have a little patience with kids, I reckon. So I bite back my annoyance and raise a brow.
“Excuse me?” I ask, giving him a chance to find his manners somewhere in that mouth of too artificially white, too square veneers. I’m surprised they don’t glow in the dim bar light.
