He’s so unlike himself—more feral and intense than I’ve ever seen him.
His touch is new and exciting, and welcomed too.
I scoot to the edge of the desk, pulling at the string on his shorts, and he uses his tongue to trace a line up the column of my neck like he’s taking a hit of a drug.
Then he deeply inhales as if to savor me, which urges me to move faster.
I yank on my shorts, along with my bikini bottoms, until they’re both hanging off one ankle, while Xander shoves his swim trunks down and holds a finger up, his eyes darting around the room. “I need… Hang on.”
I bite my lip and nod frantically as if this is the most important moment of our lives. While I kick my bottoms the rest of the way off, he grabs a condom from his wallet and rips it open with his teeth, his dark hair falling over his forehead as he sheaths himself.
God, he’s thick and ready—as am I.
The high-pitched calls of the birds outside sound through the open door as he stalks toward me with purpose and settles between my widespread legs. With one swift motion, he thrusts into me, knocking my head backward against the wall.
“Yes… God, yes,” I sputter as I cling to his shoulders harder than I do a bar during a pull-up.
As he pumps into me, I run my hands under his loose tank and along the grooves of his back, losing myself in Xander Logan.
He’s rough, yet tender.
He nuzzles his nose into the crook of my neck, and his heavy pants are hot on my shoulder.
I fight for breath as we continue rocking into each other, the tension building as the smell of sex and summer fills the room. The white-and-yellow leis are still draped between us, rubbing together with every roll of his hips.
It’s not long before petals come loose and fall from the leis, sprinkling specks of color around us.
“Ah!” I cry, my mouth hanging open as he changes his angle and reaches my sweet spot.
The spot deep inside me that makes me forget my damn name—he found it like he already knew exactly where to look.
His grip around my waist tightens as he lets out a strained sound of his own that’s a grunt, groan, and cry all in one. I barely even register it as I shudder in his arms, taking him with me as we both find release.
Sweat beads down his forehead, and I struggle to swallow around the lump in my throat.
Still clinging to him, I dip my head and let out a soft laugh, my chest heaving. He drops his chin onto my shoulder, and he laughs too as we ride out the blissful aftermath of our climaxes.
I open my mouth to say something, but I’m interrupted by a deep groan.
“Hmm?” I blink until the messy room comes back into focus.
Another grunt sounds, but it’s higher pitched than before. I tilt my head to the side, and something moves in my periphery by the sliding door.
I turn in that direction to find… a pig?
Shrieking, I try to jump, but Xander’s body is still holding me down. I kick my legs out, and he throws himself on top of me on the desk.
The squealing baby pig races behind Xander, swaying from side to side like it’s drunk.
“Oh my God!”
“What the fuck?” Xander scrambles away from me, bumping into the corner of the bed as the pig turns in circles in the kitchenette, his oinks loud and frantic.
I cover my mouth and curl my legs up to climb the rest of the way onto the desk.
“It’s okay. It’s okay.” Xander holds his arms out to me, his attention trained on the animal, which is running around like a bull at a rodeo.
I nod, clutching my chest.