Page 26 of Hot Rucking Canadian

He slicked his cock and then moved over me. “You ready?”

“Fuck yes. Oh God, please.”

“You’re a treasure.” His eyes shone. “Don’t ever forget that, eh?”

Before I could respond, he pressed against my hole.

I relaxed.

He breached me with relative ease, then slid in.

I continued to breathe through the sting, the burn, and then the relief.

A week. We’d only been apart eight days. And yet it felt like a lifetime. Because this was where he was meant to be. In my bed. In my arms.

This feeling made less than no sense, but Mama taught me to go with my gut, and my gut said to hold on to this man and never let go. “Now.”

“Yeah, you bet.” He withdrew almost to the tip, then thrust back in.

I accepted him. I grasped his back to urge him closer. I nearly asked him to stay like this forever. Instead, I just nipped his neck.

He continued to thrust. Harder and harder. Faster and faster.

Then he took my shaft in his hand. Somehow, his rhythm never faltered as he started jacking me to the brutal tempo he set.

I gripped his sweat-slicked back and held on for the ride as he pushed me higher and higher. “Jesus, I’m going to come. Travis, please—”

“Come. Come, Mallow, okay? You come and then I can—”

I came. Hard. Breathlessly. My vision narrowed as my body soared. Right above the city. I was in the clouds with him on that construction tower—looking down at all the ant people in the streets. Feeling a lightness of being I’d never experienced before.He did this. He gave you this gift.

“Oh, thank fuck.” He arched his head back as he roared his release.

I stroked my hand up and down his neck, marveling at his trust in me.

Then, without warning, he collapsed on me.

“Oof.”

“Sorry.” He tried to rise, only succeeding in pressing his hand to my belly.

I swiftly moved the hand away and brought it to my lips, pressing a kiss to the knuckles. “I’m not sorry.” I held him close to me.

His flaccid cock slowly slid from me.

I mourned the loss of intimacy.Yeah, but having him in my arms is so much better. I can hold on and make sure he doesn’t leave.“That was…”

“Yeah.”

“And you…?”

“Fuck, yes.”

“Oh, well, that’s good.”

I blinked several times, fighting to keep my eyes open.Fucking hell. Why do I always fall asleep right after sex?I’d meant toask the guys about this, but I hadn’t dared. Roger might not make fun of me, but Johnnie would.

“Rest, Mallow. I’ve got you.” He pressed a kiss to my chest. “I’m not going anywhere.

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