“Damn, Prez! Don’t mind me, just delivering some hay!” Wyatt’s voice calls out, followed by a low whistle. “You know how to give it to her good!”
Havoc growls behind me, his pace somehow increasing. I bury my face in my arms, mortified yet impossibly turned on. My pussy clenches again, aftershocks of pleasure pulsing through me.
“Eyes on the road, prospect,” Havoc shouts back, but there’s no real anger in his voice. Just raw, male satisfaction.
“Can’t help it—quite the show you’re putting on,” Wyatt laughs, his voice closer now. “You two are so damn hot. I’ve been hoping for a repeat of you having her in front of everyone.”
The reminder of the pool table—of Havoc claiming me in front of everyone—sends another rush of wetness between my legs. I can feel Havoc growing even larger inside me, his cock swelling as he approaches his own release.
“You like this, don’t you?” Havoc pants against my ear, his rhythm growing erratic. “Being watched?”
I can only moan in response, my inner walls squeezing him tightly as another smaller orgasm ripples through me.
“You gonna come for him too, baby girl?” Havoc growls in my ear, his pace growing frantic. “Show the prospect how good Daddy makes you feel?”
The words should mortify me, but instead they send electricity racing through my body. I find myself pushing back against each brutal thrust, meeting Havoc halfway.
“Yes,” I moan, past caring who hears. “Yes, yes, yes!”
Havoc’s hand slides from my hip to between my legs, his fingers finding my swollen clit with ease. He rubs in tight circles, matching the rhythm of his powerful thrusts.
“Look at him,” Havoc commands, his voice rough with exertion. “Let him see your face when you come again.”
I turn my head, peering through sweat-dampened hair. Wyatt sits in his truck, door open, watching us with hungry eyes. His arm moves in a steady rhythm, and it takes my pleasure-hazed brain a moment to realize he’s released his cock from his jeans and is stroking himself.
Our eyes lock. Instead of looking away, Wyatt grins wickedly and nods, urging us on.
“Goddamn it, never seen anything so fucking hot,” he calls out.
Havoc responds with a growl, driving into me with renewed force. The new angle hits something deep inside me, and I feel another orgasm building impossibly fast.
“Oh god,” I whimper as pleasure coils tighter. “I’m gonna?—”
“That’s it,” Wyatt encourages, his arm moving faster now.
Havoc slams into me, his cock pulsing inside me as he finally lets go. The hot rush of him filling me triggers my own release. I come with a scream, my entire body shaking as waves of white-hot pleasure crash through me.
“Fuck!” Wyatt grunts, his hand moving frantically now. “Goddamn, that’s hot.”
I collapse against the wooden railing, my legs barely supporting me as the last waves of pleasure ripple through my body. Havoc stays inside me, his chest pressed against my back, both of us breathing hard.
Wyatt lets out a satisfied grunt from his truck. “Thanks for the show,” he calls out, zipping himself up with a smirk. “Best delivery I’ve ever made.”
Havoc just grunts in response, still catching his breath. I hear the truck door slam and the engine rev as Wyatt drives around toward the back of the barn, giving us some privacy.
My cheeks burn hot with embarrassment now that the haze of lust is clearing.
“You okay?” Havoc murmurs, his lips brushing the nape of my neck.
I nod, not trusting my voice yet. He slips out of me, and I feel the evidence of his release trickling down my inner thighs. Before I can move to clean myself, Havoc gently turns me around and pulls me upright, his strong arms wrapping around me.
His mouth finds mine in a surprisingly tender kiss, so at odds with the rough claiming from moments ago. One hand cups myface, thumb stroking my cheek with such gentleness that tears spring to my eyes.
When he pulls back, his blue eyes study my face intensely, as if memorizing every detail.
“You’re the most perfect girl in the world,” he murmurs, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “So beautiful. So brave. So fucking mine.”
The reverence in his voice makes my heart swell. This powerful, dangerous man is looking at me like I’m something precious—it still doesn’t seem real sometimes.
