Page 29 of White Collar Rancher

“You’re going to get it again.” That was big talk he wasn’t sure he could back up. Eventually, he’d live up to his promise, but this first time would be kind of dicey. He reached for his pants and dug out the condom he’d tucked in a pocket earlier tonight. The rest of the box was in his bedroom, where he hoped they ended up after this.

He wasn’t done playing with his exclusive friend with benefits.

The word friend left a drab stain on his mood, so he pushed the thought away. The benefits part was all he was busy with at the moment.

Rolling on the condom provided more stimulation than he wanted. He was afraid it’d take seconds off the final act, time he couldn’t afford.

Pressing his palm against her center, he made tiny circles. She was wet and molten against him. Her prolonged moan was promising. Maybe he could help her come again.

She started squirming against him. “You’re being an awful tease.”

“Is this better?” He squared himself between her legs. They were nearly touching. He caught her gaze as he fisted himself and pushed against her entrance. The way her lips parted encouraged him.

He swung back and thrust forward, but only a little farther. She whimpered at the same time he groaned. She was liquid heat and so fucking tight. This time, he didn’t pull out all the way, only enough to coat himself in her wetness and push back inside. A few times and he was fully seated inside of her.

His chest burned from holding back. Propping his arms on either side of her, he held himself high enough to watch as he impaled her soft folds. She was wrapped around him down to his base and her legs were twined around his hips.

She arched up to land a kiss at the base of his throat.

Another groan left him. “I’m not going to last long enough to make you come if you keep doing that.”

“What?” she asked innocently. “This?”

Her teeth scraped along his skin and her blistering tongue stroked over a nerve that sent shudders through his body. To top it off, she was rocking her hips as she adjusted to his size.

“Who’s the fucking tease now?” he growled and dropped to one elbow. He wedged his other hand between them. All he had to do was rest a finger on her soaked clit. Their bodies did the rest.

She gasped his name, her breath feathering over the suddenly sensitive skin of his neck. As if she sensed what she was doing to him, she licked along his collar line. Her breathy moans and little whimpers caressed where her tongue had marked him. The sudden cooling of his heated skin pumped energy into his body.

His thrusts were harder, and his technique went out the fucking door. In and out, that was all he had a mind for. At least he managed to keep his hand between them.

Her body tightened around him at the same time she squeezed with her legs.

He might actually be able to do this. The base of his spine was already tingling, and his balls were hitched up as far as they could go. He was so close to climax.

Just a few more thrusts. The sounds of slick flesh slapping and their grunts and moans filled the room.

“Pri,” he gasped into her ear. “You gotta come for me, baby. I can’t wait.”

Like his voice was the magical missing ingredient, a flood of heat coated him as she released. His orgasm slammed into him, flooding him with all kinds of euphoria he’d never experienced before. Was this the climax of a man who’d gone without for a year?

As he floated down from his high, Priya’s arms stayed around him. His shoulders stung from where she’d scored him with her nails.

Alarm widened her eyes and she snatched her hands back. “I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you?”

He gave her a lazy smile while managing not to collapse on top of her. “Feel free to hurt me like that anytime.”

She giggled and glanced away. When she looked back, she dropped her voice like she was telling him a secret. “I’ve never scratched anyone during sex before.”

The male ego was a greedy thing. His bloomed so large he was surprised his head still fit in the room. “I never had a beard during sex before. It’s a useful tool.” He cocked his head to listen for any sounds of Isaiah awakening. Since getting over colic, he usually woke once at night for a bottle.

He heard nothing. A look at the clock told him it was early yet. He slipped out of Priya and loved how her delicate body shuddered as he did. She was still sensitized.

He leaned down and nipped her earlobe. She squeaked but clung to him harder as he whispered, “He’s still asleep. Want to take this playdate to the bedroom?”

The tangle of sheets around her legs was new. Priya scissored her legs and kicked them off. She scrunched her face without opening her eyes. What had awoken her?

A loud knock echoed through the house into the bedroom. Justin’s bedroom. Where she was still naked and it was morning.

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