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All the built-up tension exploded, and I grabbed a condom, rolled it on with impatient fingers, and then plunged into her in one explosive, forceful thrust.

The intensity of our connection stole a gasp from her lips, a soft cry that was quickly drowned by the hunger of my mouth. She was tight, so tight, and it took every ounce of my willpower not to come right then and there. I felt her body stretch around me, the heat of her enveloping me in a warm, wet embrace.

Lucy’s eyes rolled back in her head as I filled her completely, her hips rising off the bed to meet each of my thrusts. She was so wet, so responsive, and I couldn’t hold back any longer.

I began to move, my strokes hard and deliberate, savoring every inch of her tight pussy. Her walls clenched around me as I pulled almost all the way out, only to plunge back in again, sending waves of pleasure through both our bodies.

I watched her tits bounce with every thrust, her nipples standing erect and begging for attention. Leaning down, I took one in my mouth, sucking and biting gently, the moan that escaped her spurring me on.

Her legs wrapped around my waist, her heels digging into my back as she matched my rhythm. I could feel her getting closer, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her muscles tensing around my cock. I reached down and began to rub her clit in tight little circles, and she bucked against me, her eyes flying open to meet mine.

“Yes,” she hissed, “just like that.”

I picked up the pace, my hips thrusting into her with a fervor that was almost primal. The sound of our skin slapping together filled the room and made it even more erotic.

I could feel her drawing closer, her body tightening around me like a vice. I kissed her neck, her jaw, her cheek, and finally claimed her mouth again as I felt her begin to come. She screamed into my mouth, her body convulsing as the orgasm ripped through her, her pussy clamping down on me and milking me for all I was worth.

I couldn’t hold on any longer. With one final, powerful thrust, I released deep inside her, my entire body shaking with the intensity of my climax. I collapsed onto her, my weight pressing her into the mattress as I fought to catch my breath. For a moment, we lay there, our bodies entwined, our hearts racing in unison.

I pulled out slowly. Leaning down, I kissed her softly on her lips and she wrapped her arms around me, holding me close as if she never wanted to let go.

All we heard were our rapid heartbeats and ragged breaths as we came down from the wild high. Then Lucy’s soft, happy laugh melted into a contented sigh against my chest. “Well, that was so worth the wait,” she murmured, her sleepy voice echoing our shared bliss as she drifted off in my arms, our bodies still tangled together.

I smiled softly, whispering into the dark, “It sure as fuck was.”

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

THE SUNLIGHT STREAMINGthrough the thin curtainswas harsh, too bright, too intrusive. My eyes fluttered open, the weight of sleep still heavy in my limbs. For a moment, I didn’t know where I was, then the faint, lingering musk of Spinner’s cologne pulled me back.

He was next to me, stretched out on his back, one arm flung carelessly above his head. The other rested lightly against my hip, his hand warm and rough against my skin. I turned my head to look at him, taking in the sharp lines of his jaw, the dark scruff that framed his mouth, and the way his chest rose and fell with steady breaths. Peaceful wasn’t a word I’d ever thought I’d associate with Spinner, but at that moment, it fit.

I wasn’t used to waking up next to someone, not like this. Not with the quiet, the calm, and the absence of regret.

“You eyein’ me ‘cause you want another round, or tryin’ to decide if you should bolt?”His gravelly voice, still rough with sleep, made me jump.

A smile tugged at my lips despite myself. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Me running so you could chase me.”

His eyes cracked open, a slow, lazy smirk spreading across his face. “Damn right I would. But I’d catch you, Luck.”

His hand shifted, his thumb brushing against my bare skin, sending a shiver through me. I swatted at him playfully and rolled out of bed before things could escalate. We’d gone at it three times last night—I needed to recover. “You’re too smug for your own good.”

“Yeah?” he drawled, sitting up and stretching, the blanket sliding down to reveal his sexy as hell body. “Pretty sure you like me this way.”

I threw him a look over my shoulder as I headed for the bathroom. “Don’t push it, Spinner.”

Spinner laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that made my stomach flip, and I hated how much I liked it. And as I stepped into the shower, hearing the curtain rustle behind me, I couldn’t help the small smile tugging at my lips. I knew I was getting in too deep, but for once, I didn’t care.

The clubhouse was alive by the time we made it downstairs, my shower having taken longer than it should have thanks to Spinner.

The scent of coffee and bacon filled the air, mingling with the low murmur of voices and the occasional burst of laughter. The kitchen was crowded, and it seemed all eyes were on us.

“Mornin’, lovebirds,” Brenda called from where she sat with Fiona, a knowing glint in her eye.

“Morning,” I muttered, ignoring the heat crawling up my neck.

Spinner, on the other hand, seemed to thrive on it. “Mornin’, Brenda,” he said with a grin, his hand settling on the small of my back as he guided me toward the food. The casual possessiveness of the gesture shouldn’t have made me feel as safe as it did.

A few of the guys were already gathered at the long table, plates stacked high, laughter echoing through the room. Thunder lifted his mug toward us. “Look who finally crawled outta bed.”

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