She moaned again, long and low, unable to look away from his commanding stare.
“Bouncing you … on my … dick, Wren.” He was grinning, his chest a bellows as he gasped for air and fucked her. “Want to … bet whether—”
When she tweaked his nipples, his mouth dropped open, and he licked his lips.
She could barely form words, but she managed to come up with two. “Go on.”
His hips stilled beneath her, and she cried out an incoherent protest.
“Want—” He licked his lips again, trying to catch his breath. “Want to bet whether I can make you come this way sometime? Hands-free?”
That was a sucker bet. She’d been grinding her clit against him with every rock of her hips, and she was already on the verge again. Hands-free.
Which he evidently knew, because he looked smug once more, and screw that.
She deliberately squeezed his dick inside her, as hard as she could, and he made that deep, raw sound again and held her down as he shoved his hips upward.
Her legs spread even wider, without her permission.
“Won’t be long, Wren.” His jaw worked, the veins in his neck bulging. “Need my fingers?”
That might mean him not—oh, why not say it?—bouncing her on his dick anymore, so no. She wanted to feel that power between her thighs, now and forever.
“Mine instead,” she breathed, and slid her hand between his sweaty body and hers.
When she accidentally brushed his pumping cock, he cried out and gritted his teeth. “Wren. I can’t—”
She rubbed hard, and he fucked her relentlessly, and then she was coming, clenching around him and ecstatic and crying out as he slammed her down on his dick one last time and went rigid. He shook beneath her, a roar ripped from his throat and echoing in the room.
Then they were both limp and panting, and she slid off to the side, gasping a little as he left her body. Once he’d taken care of the condom, his fingers laced through hers immediately. Other than that, though, neither of them moved for a long, long time.
Finally, he cleared his throat, and she turned her head in his direction.
“Let’s do that a million more times,” he told her. “Like, right now.”
Bracing herself on an elbow, she glanced down at his penis, softening against his thigh.
“Fair point.” He snickered. “The spirit is eager, but the flesh has a refractory period.”
“Mine doesn’t.” It had to be said.
“Show-off,” he complained, but he was grinning as he levered himself up enough to kiss her again, his extremely talented hand sliding slowly up her thigh. “Such a demanding harpy.”
From that gleam in his eye, she knew what was happening next, and a million times didn’t sound ridiculous anymore.
It sounded like just enough.
27
WHEN HIS CELL’S ALARM CHIMED FOR THE THIRD TIME, Alex groaned, reluctantly lifted his arm from around Wren’s round, warm belly, and rolled over to tap the screen. The hush of the dim bedroom returned, and he pushed himself up to check whether she’d awakened too.
She was still curled on her side, facing away from him, her breathing steady and slow. Carefully, he smoothed some of her soft, fine hair away from her face, and nope. Not a flicker of consciousness. Her eyes were closed, her face relaxed, her body still.
He’d worn her out. Wren, who normally woke at the first alarm and tolerated his snooze-function habit with exasperated bafflement.
He felt like a goddamn king. No, a god.
This occasion called for a T-shirt.
I FUCKED THE WOMAN I LOVE INTO EXTENDED UNCONSCIOUSNESS, AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS LOUSY T-SHIRT AND THREE OUTSTANDING ORGASMS.
Or A BOX OF CONDOMS: $9.99. WEARING WREN OUT WITH MY DICK: PRICELESS.
He’d arrange that ASAP, as soon as they were back home. In the meantime, he could and would gloat verbally. But not right now, because she needed her sleep, and he had an appointment to keep. Unfortunately.
He got dressed in silence and scrawled a quick note, leaving it on the nightstand. Unable to resist, he pressed a light kiss to her forehead before closing the door so carefully, it barely made a click.
Zach’s text last night—fresh from being unblocked—had specified a secluded spot outdoors, one on the other side of the expansive hotel grounds from the wedding ceremony later that day. Nestled between a garden and the surrounding redwoods, the seating area should be far enough away from everyone and everything else to discourage eavesdroppers.
When Alex arrived, Zach was already there, sunglasses on and blond hair slicked back, tapping away at his phone.