Page 128 of Rough and Rugged

This man is different. Something about him connects to me instantly; his grumpy exterior holds no barrier to me.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he groans into my ear as his head tips down, meeting the carpet.

He gives me a moment to adjust to the size of him before pulling back and thrusting in again. Somehow, he feels even deeper, and I’m loving every bit of him bare inside me. “God, you feel so good.”

“Yeah? Show me.” He presses a kiss to my shoulder. “Work those hips for me.”

My heart skips at his words; the way he coaches me through everything is so damn sexy. My hips sway against his, my clit rubbing on his pubic bone, causing another sensation of pleasure as he pushes into me. My walls cling to him, tightening and squeezing his cock. I press my head into the carpet, loving the way this feels.

Then he’s pulling back, and the loss of his skin on mine feels cold, even with the blazing fireplace next to us. His firm hands grip my hips, dragging me closer to him before he starts pushing faster. The sound of our skin slamming together melds with the plummeting rain against the roof, and I relax in his hold. Allowing him to take full control as I lift my pelvis to give him a better angle.

He moves quickly, fucking me to finish. Darkness descends as my eyes squeeze closed at the pleasure rolling through my body. His thick cock coaxing every ounce of desire from my body. My breasts bounce as I push against the floor, my fingers threading through the long fur carpeting. I can’t stop the moans and shouts from leaving my mouth. Hell, I can barely catch my breath as he takes me how he wants, hard and fast.

“You gonna come again?” he asks. A sheen appears across his skin, making it almost glow against the light of the flames. I clench around him, that spiral starting to curl in the deepest part of my belly.

“Yes.”

“Do it. Come for me.” His voice rattles with each thrust, but that doesn’t change the effect it has. The way his direction makes me even wetter. And I listen, allowing my climax to shoot through me, from my center all the way up to the roots of my hair and down to my toes. It’s a long, raspy moan that falls from my lips as I do exactly what I’m told.

“Good girl, keep going.” He doesn’t stop or slow down; he keeps his pace, chasing his own climax. “Squeeze my cock, sweetheart.”

I have no control over what my pussy does for him at this point. The climax lasts longer than any ever has before, and goose bumps break all over my skin as I shake around him. My hips fall, and my legs hug him between them as he gives me one final thrust, his eyes squeezing closed as he shoots his cum inside me. I’m dizzy with satisfaction, his groan taking over the room and any thoughts I might have had.

Chapter Six

Griffin

It’sbeenalongtime since I woke up next to a woman. Nora’s so damn soft and warm beside me, my eyes have to fight against the sun streaming in from my wall of windows that face the lake. I’m usually awake before the sun rises. But I couldn’t bring myself to move when I woke up two hours ago, falling right back asleep with this woman in my arms.

Nora’s skin is the perfect contrast against my pale complexion, my arm wrapped over her middle. My chest pressed against her back. Her breathing works as a steadying tempo, calming me.

It takes me another thirty minutes before I can move away from her and get out of bed. I’ve got stuff to do today—not to mention working on the electrical at her place. When my phone starts vibrating against my nightstand as I’m buckling my belt, I grab it and rush out the sliding doors that lead to the back deck, careful not to disturb Nora.

I usually drink my coffee out here every morning, watching the waves of the man-made lake ebb and flow. There’s a chair in the corner, just outside of the glass door, with a small table next to it. My phone judders in my hand again, reminding me of the reason I’d jetted out here in the first place.

“Griffin,” I answer after seeingBobacross my screen.

“Griffin, how’s your morning?”

I can’t help but turn back. I can’t see through the window into my bedroom, but I know she’s there. “It’s good, Bob. How’s traveling with the wife?”

His gravelly laugh hits my ear. “It’s great. Pain in my ass, the old bat. But I wouldn’t want to spend the last days of this life with anyone else.”

Bob was always deeply in love with his wife. When I’d first moved out here, this was only temporary, and back when the thought of having a companion was still appealing, I’d promised I’d be just like him. Worshipping the ground my wife walked on, taking care of her, and making sure she knew how much I loved her.

“Listen, my renter sent me a message last night. Nora Benson,” he starts, but I can tell he’s distracted by something happening in the background. “The cabin’s power went out. Did she contact you?”

“Yeah, Bob. I’ve got her.”

“Do we need to start heading north?” he questions, and I wonder for a moment where exactly he is in the United States.

“No. I’m about to head over there now, and I’ll be sure to get the backup generator hooked up in a few days.”

“Good, good.” He hums before adding, “We’re looking forward to flying you out when we get to Colorado in a few months.”

“Can’t wait to see everyone.”

Bob and his wife like to fly me out to wherever they are for Thanksgiving and Christmas so I don’t spend the holiday alone. I’ve spent most of my holidays with them since retiring from the military.

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