Lexi is part of my circle. Sure, she’s on the periphery, but we have a connection that will always be there. Livi. Her best friend. My brother’s girlfriend.
Fuck. Carter is going to kill me when he finds out. And I don’t want to think about what Livi will have to say about it.
I don’t regret anything, though. I’ll own it like a medal on my chest, but I don’t want their pitying looks when Lexi’s done with me.
Because she will be done with me.
What could she possibly want with a grease monkey like me?
Sure, I’ve got money, not on her scale, but I’m no poor guy from the wrong side of town. Although I don’t go to expensive restaurants or wear suits like the guy she was with tonight. Then again, that fucker left her on a dark street, didn’t he? Left her alone to find her own way home.
I might not look like a good match for her on paper or even in person, but if she was mine, I’d do everything—anything—to keep her safe, and happy.
The question is, would she want more than a phenomenal fuck?
There is no denying we fuck like champions. And everyone knows champions get better with practice. A smile tugs at one side of my mouth. Training every day wouldn’t be a hardship.
My smile drops. Unless what just happened was a fluke. A one off, freak of nature experience like a lightning strike.
No. I shove that thought away. Our chemistry is explosive. We proved that. And if the fluttering of her cunt and my hard dick are any indication, we aren’t done exploding.
And maybe I can take a leaf out of Carter’s book and get under Lexi’s skin like he did with Livi.
Maybe, if I play it right, I can use sex to keep Lexi coming back, reel her in over and over until she never wants to leave. Because if she’ll let me, I’ll give her anything she asks for. She wants marriage, I’m there in a tailored tux. She wants babies, I’m fucking her until I score a direct hit and knock her up.
If I stand any chance of turning this into more than one night, I need to double down and deliver so much pleasure she can’t live without it. Like an addict, I’ll get her hooked on mind-blowing orgasms until she needs a dose every damn day.
Opening my eyes, I lift my head from where it hangs beside hers and I study her face.
She’s flushed, her skin shiny with a layer of sweat. Eyes closed, lips parted slightly, she pulls in air like she just finished the hundred-meter sprint in the Olympics.
I grin. She looks well and truly fucked.
And I did that.
Iput that look on her face.
Itangled her hair.
Igot her off so hard she hasn’t made a sound since she screamed my name.
“Why are you smiling?”
The murmured words have my gaze going back to her now open eyes. “You don’t think I should be smiling after you blew my brain out with the best sex of my life?”
“Oh.” Her eyes move rapidly between mine. “The best?”
“You don’t agree?” For a second I wonder if I’m the only one who felt the earth move. But then I remember how long we’ve been recovering and know I’ve got nothing to worry about.
“I do.” She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth with a pensive look in her eyes. “I’m just wondering if what happened can even be called sex.”
I chuckle. “It was something, wasn’t it?”
“Hmm…”
“And if you’re not up for round two, I should probably pull my dick out of your cunt.” That last word has her squeezing me. “Oh, you like dirty talk?”
“Ah…”
