He looks untamed and uninhabited, jaw tight and nostrils flaring, and right now, he’s all mine.
Witnessing his unfiltered reaction firsthand only fuels my own hunger, and I bite my lip as my free hand moves to my left breast, cupping it firmly as I flick my nipple. The extra stimulation sends a ripple straight to my core, and my lids flutter closed as I’m lost in a rush of bliss.
“Eyes on me.” The authority in Walker’s voice demands obedience. “When you come, you’ll look at the man who made you lose control.”
I obey, snapping them open, wanting him to witness every tremor that claims me as I chase my first release. It’s all because of him, and my body’s surrender is a silent confession.
“Turn up the speed of the vibrator and roll your hips until you find your G-spot.” His gaze remains locked on me as he moves toward the bed.
I do as he instructs, the stronger pulse sending a wave of heat through me as I tentatively explore, adjusting the device in search of the sweet spot I’ve only ever heard about. Just when I begin to think that it might not exist, the main shaft brushesagainst a sensitive area, sending a rush through me that knocks the air from my lungs.
“Now use the little arm of the vibrator to put more pressure on your clit,” he growls.
I lick my lips as I push down on my nub again, the vein in Walker’s neck pulsing sharply with every moan that escapes me. I’m immersed in a haze of desire, a swirling inferno of heat in my core pushing me to the brink. With him so close, I’m desperate for a tangible connection that’ll be etched into my memory, and leave no doubt about how much I want this.
I meet Walker’s gaze, panting. “I want to watch you come.”
The muscles in his hand tighten around his cock, a low, guttural sound escaping his throat.
He tugs his shirt over his head with his free hand and holds it out in front of him, picking up speed as he strokes himself. He never takes his eyes off me, calling my name as he finds his release. I’m mesmerized as ropes of cum land on his shirt, the musky scent filling the air as he coaxes out every last drop.
It sends me spiraling over the edge, my back bowing off the bed as I fall apart. I pull the vibrator from me, turning it off and dropping it beside me. My body is burning with a lustful haze, and I feel like I’m floating, suspended on a cloud of bliss. My head collapses on the pillow as I catch my breath. I glance over to see Walker wiping himself clean and tucking himself back inside his pants before tossing his shirt into the waste bin in the corner.
“Better not get pulled over tonight,” I tease with a grin. “Then again, I’d love to hear the excuse you’d give one of the other deputies for driving home without a shirt.”
“I’m sure they’d come to a conclusion close to the truth, but who could blame me for not being able to resist mygirlfriend, who’s also the prettiest girl in town?” He bends down andpresses a gentle kiss to my temple. “I’m so fucking grateful I got to experience this with you.”
I give him a sleepy smile. “Thankyou.”
I’m lightheaded, grateful for Walker’s patience, and his praise brought me to heights I thought were out of my reach. I barely notice when he slips from the room, coming back a minute later with a warm washcloth and gently wiping between my legs.
Once he’s dried me off with a towel, he retrieves a clean oversized tee from my dresser. I slip it over my head and lay back in bed, letting him tuck the covers around me.
“Is there anything else you need, sweetheart?” he murmurs.
I’m flooded with conflicting emotions. The thought of him leaving after what we just shared twists my stomach into knots. I want nothing more than to beg him to stay, but I swallow it back. No matter how badly I long to be wrapped up with him all night, the butterflies swirling in my belly after he just called me his girlfriend has me worried that any hope of keeping my feelings in check where he’s concerned is already lost.
“No, but thank you,” I say, propping up on my elbow to kiss him. “Tonight was beyond anything I could have imagined.”
“Just you wait until our next lesson.”
“I’m looking forward to it,” I whisper.
More than I probably should for someone in a no-strings-attached, fake-dating situation, but since I just had my first climax, I’m going to chalk it up to being temporarily delusional and thoroughly satisfied.
Backroads And BJs
After a long day in the fields and a quick stop at the loft to clean up, I’m parked at the feed store waiting for Birdie to get off work. Leaving her alone at her place last night was straight-up torture, and it took all my willpower not to throw caution to the wind and ask to stay the night.
I’ll never be able to erase the image of that damn vibrator sliding into her drenched pussy as she moaned my name. Birdie’s unintentionally burrowed so deep under my skin that she’s become a permanent part of me—and I have every intention of keeping it that way. Now the challenge is showing her that a life with me could bring her true joy and that this isn’t just a game of make-believe while she waits for someone better to come along. That begins with more thoughtful surprises andmore time spent together, hoping she craves my company as much as I crave hers.
I’m leaning back against the headrest, tapping my fingers against the steering wheel to a country song on the radio, when I get a text.
Group Therapy Halstead Siblings Edition
Briar: How are my favorite brothers doing?
Heath: We’re your only brothers.
