When she rattles off a few familiar names, I nod, this whole thing finally making sense.
“Every single one of those douchebags had a hard-on for you, Lo. Each one would’ve given their left nut to be with you.” She frowns and starts to object, but I cut her off. “I’m not saying that excuses their behavior, because it sure as shit doesn’t, but I’m guessing that’s why they were dicks to you. Because they wanted you, and you knew they were idiots. And let me say I never had anything to do with them bullying you. I would’ve kicked their asses had I known.”
I parted ways with those dumbasses back in college.
“Is that everything, baby? Is that why you hated me?”
Those big blue eyes shimmer in the darkness. “I didn’t hate you.” Her voice is thick with emotion.
“It’s okay if you did. I would’ve too had I experienced all that.” I rub her thighs, trying to soothe her. “I just want you to know I’m sorry all this shit went down, and I was right there at the middle of it, apparently, but was too wrapped up in my own life to stop those little pricks.”
She’s nodding when I hear a sniffle escape her, and even though she’s sitting on top of me, she feels too far. I roll over and tuck her to my side, grateful that she wraps her arms around me and snuggles close.
Her breathing finally calms as I rub her back. Somehow, her lips find mine. She tastes sweet, and I can’t get enough.
Her touch feels so good. Over my pecs. Through my hair. Down my abs. I let myself explore her too. Her perfectly round ass. Those long, smooth legs. Her mouth-watering breasts.
When she slides her thigh over mine and moans, my cock pulses against her.
But this is Lo. I don’t want to go too fast and mess up any shot I have of something more with her.
Fuck me, I can’t believe I’m gonna say this. “Babe, we don’t have to do anything more tonight. If you don’t want.”
She grabs my face in her hands. “I want. And if you stop one more time for another heart-to-heart, I swear to you, I’ll go postal.”
I chuckle and tackle her to her back, making her squeal with laughter when I bite her neck. She tugs at my briefs, and we’re a tangle of limbs as we shove off our underwear. And then she’s reaching for me, cradling me between her gorgeous thighs, her wet heat searing my cock as I glide across her.
I’m in such a frenzy to get close I nearly go in bare. Whoa.
With a pained groan, I lean over her to snag a condom from my nightstand, nearly combusting when she wraps her hand around my dick to help me wrap it up.
“Hurry,” she whimpers, guiding me back.
But I’m a big guy, and I want to make sure she’s ready, so I dip my fingers into her and coat her plump little clit, rubbing small circles until her breasts heave. Until she’s thrashing beneath me.
Leaning back on my knees, with this stunning woman spread out before me, I want to take it all in. Burn it into my memory. The way her hair is spread against my pillows. How her skin is flushed and glistening with sweat. The way she stares back at me with the kind of hunger that’s clawing inside me too.
I fist my cock, feeding myself into her, inch by inch. I go slowly. Wedging myself in there. Watching every moment of our connection. Like this matters. Because it does. Everything about Willow fucking matters.
Watching her stretch around me nearly makes me come undone, and I have to take a breath because she’s so tight, but I don’t want to blow our first time together.
With one hand planted above her head and another massaging her swollen clit, I finally move my hips, thrusting deeper and making us both moan. The sounds of our bodies slapping together fills the room. I drive into her, rutting like an animal, but I don’t think she minds. Her nails are digging into me, her hips lifting to meet mine, her teeth bearing down on my shoulder. Seeing her so turned on pushes me closer to the edge.
I’ve never felt such a feral desire for any woman before. Just Willow.
And when she comes? Screaming, “Yes!” her tight pussy fluttering around me and squeezing my cock so tightly I see the Holy Grail? I can’t hold back any longer. I wrap my arms around her and hold her to me as I fuck up into her, deeper, harder, until the headboard knocks against the wall and I’m coming so fiercely, I think my dick might break off.
Instead of collapsing onto her, I roll to the side to keep from crushing her. But I can’t let go of her, and she can’t seem to let go of me.
Not sure how long we lie there in a sex stupor, quaking from the aftershocks, since we’re still connected, but when I can finally peel open my eyes, and I find Lo’s sleepy, sated gaze staring back up at me, I’m pretty sure I’m the world’s luckiest man.
“You okay, baby?” I rub her back, and she gives me that smile that’s always knocked me on my ass.
She clears her throat, and when she finally speaks, her voice is raspy. “For the record, I think that was worth the wait.”
“Hell yes, it was.” I kiss the top of her head. “But let’s not wait another fifteen years to do it again.”
“How ‘bout next weekend?”
“I was thinking in about twenty minutes, but another hell yes to next weekend and the one after that.”
We’re laughing and joking, but there’s one more thing I need to ask.
“Lo, whatcha doing in mid-July?”
When she shrugs because she probably doesn’t have a clue since that’s six weeks from now, I take the big step. Something I’ve never done before or imagined I’d do anytime soon. But I really hope to do with her.
“Wanna come to a wedding with me?”
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Going Down
A Spiral Down Short Story
Aly Martinez
Henry and Evan from The Spiral Down struggle to find a private spot for their cocky adventures. (MM Romance)
Copyright ? 2018 by Aly Martinez All rights reserved.
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One
Henry
The rain was coming down in fat, cold drops. The kind that soaked you to the bone and sent a shiver down your spine. The weather had been shit since I’d woken that morning, but as I ran to my private plane—the cool November air whipping all around me and the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen at my side—I didn’t let it bother me. With his hand securely locked on mine, his subtle smile aimed at me, and five full days of peace, quiet, and lovemaking ahead of us, I decided not to allow my anxiety to have any place on our upcoming flight.
Well, that was until we climbed on board and Evan exited the cockpit, informing us that we were going to have to switch planes due to a mechanical issue.