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“Oh!” She stared up at him. He hadn’t moved. He was still standing there, facing her as if he’d known all along she’d open the door again.

“You decided you needed something after all,” he said in an infuriatingly calm voice.

“Shut the hell up.” She grabbed the collar of his cut and yanked, pulling him forward and into the room.

He took three big steps and came up close, crowding her, making her feel small, then he back-kicked the door closed with a bang. “You always change your mind this fast?” he asked with a grin.

“Shut up and fuck me.”

His eyes widened a fraction, a flash of surprise quickly turning to passion. He pulled a Glock from the back of his waistband, set it to one side, and then his mouth hit down on hers—a wild, animalistic kiss that brimmed with impatience and hunger.

Her shoulders hit the wall as he backed her up, his hands roaming over her breasts, the dip of her waist, and the flare of her hips.

The kiss deepened, and a groan caught in her throat. It was a sound laced with relief as well as yearning. She’d finally given in to what she’d needed for so long, and now she just had to hang on for the ride.

And what a ride it would be.

“I’m going to give it to you so good,” he murmured, kissing over her cheek to her left ear. “You’ll never forget being fucked by me.”

“So get the hell on with it.” She shoved at his cut, and it fell from his shoulders, landing on the floor with a softwhump.

Acres of hot inked flesh pushed up against her. He surrounded her, dwarfed her. His powerful body seeming to engulf hers. And then he was shoving at her Daisy Dukes. They fell down her thighs, her panties following, and she kicked them both away.

“Ah yeah,” he said, cupping her mound, his big fingers skimming her clit. “Spread this pussy for me. I’m going in, and I’m going in deep.”

“Condom,” she managed, locking her knees to stop from falling over.

“Fuck,” he muttered, pulling back. Once again, he yanked open a drawer. This time he found what he was looking for instantly.

Belle grabbled with his pants, undoing the buttons while he tore at the foil wrapper with his teeth.

“Hurry,” she said, her pussy quivering with longing. His brief touch had only heightened her desperation. She needed filling … now.

“It’ll be worth the wait.” He pressed her against the wall again and fed her a frantic kiss while he rolled the condom into position.

“I’m damn glad your brother is still at the bar and not in the room next door,” he murmured, “’cause this ain’t gonna be quiet.”

“Don’t talk about Rigor now.” She ran her hands into his thick hair, filling her fingers with the strands and clasping hard. “I want—”

“I know what you want.”

She gasped as he clutched her ass and hoisted her upward. Quickly, she locked her legs around his hips, and as she did so, the tip of his cock angled at her wet entrance.

“Oh, God,” she said, her heart banging up against her ribs.

“God.” He smirked. “Wyatt will do.”

“Wyatt, fuck … Wyatt. Fuck me.”

He drove in deep. Her tight pussy resisted, but that didn’t deter him. He plunged higher, harder, his steely shaft spearing into her body. She cried out, but he caught the sound in another wild kiss, his tongue finding hers in a slick dance.

Crossing her ankles in the small of his back, she gave in to his primitive possession of her. So thick, so hard, so damn good.

He half pulled out, only to ram back in, this time grinding up against her clit. The moan that tore from her throat was guttural and long, and she didn’t recognize it as her voice.

“Fuck yeah,” he gasped. “Take me, like that. You’re so hot and tight.”

“More!” She yanked his hair. “Give me more.”


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