Page 70 of Hard to Hold

Fuck.

Heaven.

Hell.

Just fuck.

My hands grip the sides of her hips as she flexes those muscles around me. Once. Twice.

“Lennox,” I warn, as her chuckle fills the room.

She’s in control now. She owns me in this moment. With her pussy. With her confidence. With how damn good she feels.

And I snap.

Control lost.

My hips slam against hers. I thrust over and over in a punishing pace encouraged by her words. Oh my God. Harder. Yes. Right there. Faster. Don’t stop. I’m coming again. Rush. Rush.

And when she tightens around me this time, I lose the battle but win the damn war. I empty myself into her, my hips jerking, my vision going black, her name a groan of bliss on my lips.

I gather my hands around her waist and hug her against me, my cheek resting just above her shoulder blade while we wait for our hearts to decelerate. And when they do, we both shift onto the bench to let that post-orgasmic haze settle before figuring out where we go from here.

Or at least, that’s what we should be doing, but I’m just replaying every damn minute of what happened through my mind again.

“That was . . . incredible,” she murmurs.

“It was. I’ll . . .” Never look at a belly chain the same way again without thinking of you.

Without thinking of her—this—and what just happened. Without wanting it to happen again.

But the words die on my lips, because that’s too much right now. Too much to think about. Too much to wonder about.

“We can’t do that again,” she pants, and I give as much effort as I can to my laugh. “This was a mistake.” But she doesn’t move. Instead her fingers find mine and lace between them.

“Is that so?”

“Mm-hmm.” She doesn’t even have the energy left to form words.

“Was it that bad?”

“Horrible. Terrible,” she says with amusement in her tone.

“So when can we do it again?” I tease.

“Give me about thirty minutes to fortify.”

This time my laugh is so loud that it reverberates off the walls. And then, I open my eyes and see Johnny walking toward the sauna.

“Oh shit. Johnny. He’s coming.” I don’t give a fuck about being in the nude, but fuck if I want him seeing Lennox stark naked.

Lennox is up scrambling for her bikini as I throw on my shorts and meet him before he can open the door.

“Not exactly a place you want to go into right now, mate,” I say offering him a shit-eating grin.

“No. Noooo!” he whines and postures himself like a toddler about to stomp his feet. He stares at me in disbelief. “Jesus fucking Christ. Really? C’mon, Rush. Can’t you guys use a bed?”

“You’re just jealous we’re getting some and you have your hand tonight.”