I rock my hips and press my sex against his flattened tongue, moaning when he pushes two thick fingers inside my tight channel.
Holy fuck.
I don’t know how he does it, but he hooks them just right, and then he’s touching me somewhere inside I thought was just a myth.
My she-Bear roars inside me, and Rob just spins me and places my hands flat on the tub, bending me over at the waist as he fits his cock to my needy slit.
Then he’s pushing inside, and soon, one orgasm becomes two. Only this time, I’m not alone.
“Fuck, Cookie, look at you. Look at us,” he grunts, and I raise my eyes to the mirror, seeing what he sees.
And I-I don’t even recognize myself.
Lips parted, hair a wild tangle of curls, cheeks flushed, and Rob moving inside me like a man on a mission—it’s wildly erotic, easily the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen.
And for a moment, I see what I think he sees.
I see us—and we are breathtaking.
Chapter 19
Rob
After spending the night wrapped around Hadley, I wake up feeling—completely off kilter.
Sated? Yes.
But also restless.
Like something is wrong.
Then, I sense it.
My arm is still curled where she should be.
My body remembers her—soft, warm, tucked against me like she belonged there.
But the bed?
It’s cold.
Empty.
My eyes snap open.
Because that’s not right.
That’s not right.
“Hadley?”
My voice is rough with sleep—and something else.
Something sharper.
No answer.
I sit up fast, scanning the room.
