“Bossy.” He bit down on my jaw and fucked me into oblivion. “Gonna give you more. You’ll take it.”
The pressure in my belly came out of nowhere. It took me by surprise. My head arched back, and my mouth fell open. Was this happening? Was I…?
Lachlan rotated his hips and ground his pelvis against mine. It was exactly what I needed, where I needed it. I mewled, desperate to keep building this, to not let it slip away. He read me, keeping at that spot that made me climb and climb.
There was a boom inside me. A catastrophic bomb rearranging all the broken pieces of me from the last two years, righting them into something different but whole. The dried-out husk of my insides flooded with pleasure, until I was lush, softened, alive.
And then, I was coming. Coming harder than I ever had. I cried out Lachlan’s name, clawed at his shoulders, so stunned, I couldn’t do anything except let my body succumb to what he was giving me. My limbs were shaking, trying to hold on as he rode me through wave after wave.
He powered into me as my shaking subsided, and all I could do was cling to him. His grunts in my ear curled my toes, then his mouth was on mine, giving me a deep, wet kiss. He was there, his lips on mine. His thrusts became erratic, harder, more frantic, then his forehead rolled against mine. The sound he made as he came, low and pained, yet immensely and totally satisfied, carved its way into my chest.
Lachlan shoved his face in my neck, panting heavily, warming my skin. I twisted my fingers in the back of his hair, buzzing everywhere. My brain was fuzzy from coming. Coming with Lachlan. Coming so hard, I could live off that one orgasm for months.
He lifted his head, then his body, moving off the couch. It happened so suddenly, I didn’t notice him leaving until he was already gone. I had tears in my eyes, and Lachlan was tucking his dick away, looking for an escape route.
“That was good,” he gruffed.
I rolled to my side, covering my breasts with my arms. The fuzz in my brain was clearing, but it still coated my thoughts, slowing them down. Lachlan was bent over, picking up his T-shirt from the floor, and I hadn’t moved.
He tugged the shirt over his head then raked his fingers through his hair. His eyes traveled over me, then his knuckles grazed my shoulder.
“That was good, Elsa. I’m gonna go if you’re okay.”
“You can go,” I replied, unthinking.
I probably wasn’t okay, but there was not a chance I would admit that to him.
He nodded, dipping his head, sending his hair right back in his face. “All right, then. Good night.”
Rolling onto my back, I watched his swift exit from the room, and listened to the back door slide open and closed. Just like that, he was gone.
I stared up at the ceiling and squeezed my thighs together. The raw ache that seeped all the way to my belly told me that had been real. I hadn’t dreamed it, even if Lachlan had faded as quickly as one.
Another tear slipped from my eye, trailing down my temple and into my hair. But I didn’t cry because I was sad. I wasrelieved.
I came.
I actually came.
Tossing my head back, I released a laugh that emanated from the most broken part of me. The parthebroke, severing my attachment to my body, my feelings, my pleasure. And holy shit, all it took was one massive mountain of a man, fucking me like he couldn’t go another minute without it, kissing me like he’d never stop, to reattach me.
Lachlan Kelly made me come. I couldn’t be angry that he walked out on me directly after, that he’d planned on such a quick getaway, he hadn’t even taken off his shorts and boots. I couldn’t.
I cupped myself between my legs and giggled, something warm spreading across my chest.
I’m not broken.