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“They’re gonna hear us,” he taunts, his breath hot on my skin as he wraps his arm under me, pulling me up onto my hands and knees.

“Let them,” I manage as he pushes into me, the fullness wiping every thought from my mind as he groans and curses under his breath.

“Fuck. I don’t know how I’ll ever get over how good you feel,” he grits out, my body braced for the way he’s pounding into me, the sheer power in his movements enough to steal my breath.

The sound of skin slapping is dulled only by the blood roaring in my ears, my lips parting on a moan that turns into a cry when he fists my hair and yanks my head back.

“Please.” The bite of pain only ratchets up the sensation building in every cell of my being.

“You have no idea how sexy you look like this. God dammit, I need you to come again. Your pussy feels too good; I can’t hold on much longer.”

Releasing my hair, his hand grips my shoulder, the other reaching between my legs to rub my clit. It’s not clumsy or rushed.

It’s intentional.

His touch anchors me to the moment—to him—to the feeling I can’t deny any longer. On a strangled cry, my orgasm detonates, little fireworks exploding behind my eyelids as Garrett roars my name. The possession in his voice has me tightening around him, his cock buried inside me while he rides out his own release.

It’s too good, all of it more than expected followed swiftly by the afterglow of multiple orgasms.

“Think they heard us?” I mumble as my forearms land on the bed, my head lowering to rest on them.

“Yeah, baby.” He laughs, gently pulling out and chuckling as his back lands on the mattress next to me. “They definitely heard us.”

“Good.”

“Why’s that?”

“Just trying to keep your rock star reputation intact.”

“You’re a hell of a woman, Miss Andrews,” he states, rolling onto his side to face me, “a hell of a woman.”

15

GARRETT

“You guys could have left,” I say wryly once I’m back downstairs after drawing Emerson a bath and then jumping in the shower quickly.

“Colt wasn’t done eating,” Roan offers as Colt’s eyes widen.

“You are the one—” Colt snaps around a bite of takeout, making the real question how is he still eating?

“Besides, we couldn’t hear,”—Roan pauses and smirks—“much.”

“Creeps, both of you.” I snicker as Roan gets up and comes back with two cold beers, handing me one before taking the seat across from me.

“He’s kidding,” Colt says. “We didn’t hear anything. But we are worried about you.”

“Worried?” I ask, surprised. “Why?”

Scowling, I watch them exchange a look. “You’re already in deep with your wife.”

“And it’s supposed to be temporary,” Colt says, adding to Roan’s concerns and annoying me all in one shot.

“I know it’s temporary; she reminds me all the time I can’t write a song about her. That was one of the rules.”

They exchange another look and my scowl deepens because it’s fine—I’m fine. Things between Emerson and me are fine.

“Do we need to go back upstairs?” Emerson’s voice floats toward me accompanied by a sultry lithe gait, her hips swaying as she walks into the living room. “You should be considerably more relaxed right now. I know I am.”