Faith gasps beneath me. “Is that—bad?”
“No, Sunshine. It’s fucking amazing. You feel unreal.” I thrust again, fighting for control. “But fuck, I’ve got to last longer than your toothbrush.”
She lets out a breathless laugh. “It’s got a three-minute timer.”
I groan like she just stabbed me. “Stop talking.”
Three minutes. I have to beat three minutes. I’m a grown-ass man. Enforcer of a fucking motorcycle club. I can outlast a vibrating toothbrush.
I grip the sheets in both fists now, trying to anchor myself.
But she’s clenching around me, her body greedy, sucking me back in like she wants me to lose it. Her soft moans driving me over the edge.
“Oh, fuck, Faith,” I pant, kissing her to shut her up. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”
“Don’t stop. I think I’m gonna come again.”
We move together. The room fills with the sound of soft moans, gasps, and the quiet creak of the bed. The tension builds again, her body clenching around me as I thrust faster. Two more minutes to go.
Fuck. I need to last another two minutes. If she clamps around me again, I’m finished.
I try thinking of unsexy things—Prez in speedos, Kit after a vindaloo, Draven snoring. Anything.
“Right there, Hayden. Don’t stop.” Her back arches, sweet moans escape her lips.
Well, there goes that plan. I glance at the digital clock on the bedside table, flashing like a beacon, as if mocking me. One minute. Just one more minute to out last her Oral B. She hasn’t seen jealousy until she sees what I’m gonna do to that fucking device.
My rhythm stutters. “Sunshine, you’ve got thirty seconds to finish before I blow like a firework with a short fuse.”
She squeezes her eyes shut, panting. “Almost there!”
“Think about your toothbrush!” I say through gritted teeth.
She lets out a burst of laughter mid-moan—then clamps around me like a velvet vice, her whole body vibrating, eyes wide with bliss.
“That’s it. Come for me, Faith,” I whisper, kissing her deeply.
“Hayden,” she moans, nails digging into my shoulders as she anchors herself to me.
“Fuck—Faith—” I groan as I lose it, hips jerking, her name leaving my lips like a prayer and a curse all at once. I follow with another guttural groan, spilling into the condom as I collapse on top of her, both of us breathless and shaking.
I roll to the side, not wanting to squash her. She curls into me, sweaty and sedated.
“That was…” she breathes.
I mutter against her neck, “Three minutes, thirty-seven seconds.”
She giggles, smug and glowing. “Guess you beat the toothbrush.”
“Barely.” I lift my head and meet her eyes, still dazed. “Next time, I’ll try for five minutes.”
We lie there tangled in limbs and damp sheets, her fingers tracing lazy circles on my back.
After a long moment, I kiss her temple. “You all right?”
She snuggles closer, her voice small. “Never better. Will it always be like this?”
“With me?” I stroke her hair. “I hope not. Usually I can go all night.”But the others weren’t Sunshine.
