Page 94 of The Back Forty
I chuckle, hips grinding deeper, her clit trapped beneath my fingers. “The boss box?”
“Yeah,” she gasps, “I told myself not to look at you like that. But yesterday, I was wondering if we should’ve just hooked up that first night we met at the bar when we didn't know who we were.”
That makes me still. I grab her chin, tilt her face up, and then my hand slides to her throat, holding her there possessively. It’s not tight, not rough, just claiming so she listens to me really good when I say this next part.
“Baby,” I murmur, slowing down just enough to keep her on edge. “If we’d slept together that first night, if we’d gone home from that bar like I’d wanted to, we wouldn’t be here now. We wouldn’t have built any of this together.”
I search her eyes, brushing my thumb along her cheek as my throat tightens. “We wouldn’t have become friends first. Wouldn’t have had those long nights on the road where we were trapped in airports talking about nothing and everything. Wouldn’t have had the deep trust that we've built. Don’t you see? That stuff matters because it made us.”
I pause, heart hammering in my chest, because this is it, it’s time for me to show the parts of myself that I usually keep under lock and key.
“I don’t have female friends, Dani. I don’t let women close. I’ve always kept that line sharp and clear because it’s been easier. Especially with Beckham in the picture. Safer. But you…” I shake my head, my voice roughing. “You made it impossible. You got under my skin before I even knew what was happening. I didn't want to hire you at first, but I learned quickly that you werethe best damn thing to happen to me not just for work, but personally. You've changed me.”
My hands slide down her sides, cupping her hips, her waist and the sides of her breasts. Loving how full, and thick she feels. The weight of her body and the way she feels like a woman drives me wild.
“Letting someone in like this is fucking terrifying.” I swallow hard, fighting through the tightness in my chest. “And I’ve never been willing to take that risk before.” I press my forehead to hers, letting her feel the weight of what I’m saying as I roll my hips. Letting her feel me.
“But I meant what I said. If you give me all of you, I’ll give you all of me. No holding back. No walls. This—” I tighten my grip on her hips and pull her up and onto my cock, impaling her on it, “—this is me doing that. This is me showing you all of me.”
Her breath catches, eyes wide as she watches me.
“It was good it happened this way,” I whisper. “It had to. Because I needed to know I could trust you first. I needed to fall for you before I could even believe someone like you might fall for me back.”
Her whole expression crumbles. She wraps her arms around my shoulders and pulls me down, holding me against her chest like I’m something she doesn’t want to lose.
I pull back and find her clit again, rubbing tight circles that pull a moan straight from her throat. Her eyes flutter closed, lips parting, hips rising to meet the pressure.
“That’s…” she breathes, voice shaky. “That’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever said to me.” Then she cracks her eyes open and smirks, heat and mischief flickering behind the haze. “Now fuck me like you didn’t mean a damn word of it.”
A low chuckle breaks from my chest, feral and hungry. “Careful what you ask for, sweetheart.”
I scoop her hips up higher, shift my weight, and thrust into her with more force. The slap of my body against her thighs and ass echoes through the room, loud, wet and obscene. My balls tap against her with every stroke, her thighs flex as she clamps down around me, dragging me deeper, tighter, rougher.
“Yes,” she hisses, jaw slack, hands gripping the sheets like she’s holding on for dear life. “Yes, just like that.More!”
She’s soaked, trembling around me, her whole body begging. I rub harder, faster, circling her clit until I feel the exact moment she begins to unravel. Her walls flutter, then grip tight like a fist around me, and her cry rips through the air as her orgasm crashes over her—head thrown back, brown nipples peaked, legs shaking in pleasure.
“Fuck, Dani, you feel so good,” I growl through clenched teeth, trying to hold on, trying not to give in just yet.
She’s still twitching, breath ragged, when I pull out and flip her onto her stomach in one quick, practiced motion. She gasps, caught off guard, but lets me move her, trusting me completely. I grip her hips and pull her up to her knees, her ass high in the air as I sink back inside her from behind.
And fuck me, she somehow feels even better like this.
“F-fuck…” I drag the word out through a groan, thrusting deeper, my palms spreading her cheeks to get a better view of how we’re joined.
“Look at yourself, baby,” I growl, nodding toward the mirror that’s mounted on the far wall. The one I noticed the moment we walked into this room. “Look at what I see. Look at how beautiful you are.”
She lifts her head slowly, following my gaze. Her eyes widen as she sees us—her on all fours, face flushed, lips parted, hair wild, and me behind her, sweat-slicked and desperate, pounding into her. Our bodies move in rhythm, real and messy.
“You see that ass?” I murmur as I squeeze it, fingers digging in. “One of my favorite things in the fucking world.”
I run a finger up the crease of her cheeks, brushing past her puckered entrance, and she moans again, lower this time, throatier. "I'm taking this soon," I whisper pressing down just slightly.
“Lawson,” she gasps, voice wrecked and breathless. “I don’t know if I can take much more.”
“You can.” I pull back and watch her stretch around me before I drive back in, slower this time, savoring the tight slide. Then I lean forward and wrap a hand gently around her throat, tilting her face so she’s watching again.
“Don’t look away from the mirror,” I murmur against her ear. “Watch me own every inch of you. Watch me spill my seed inside of you when we come.”
