Page 24 of Four Money (Ever and Always 1)

“Uh, yeah.” He advanced a bit, notching the head of his cock in her pussy.

Holly moaned. “Good. That makes me feel like less of a perv for doing the same while thinking of you. Damn you, I couldn’t get the thought of you fucking that girl in the bushes out of my head for years.”

“It’s only been a couple years now, Holly.”

“And I’m thinking about it right now.”

“I’d rather you think about how I look at you when we make love.” With that, he burrowed inside, tunneling a few inches deep before retreating only far enough to press farther into her on the next pass.

Holly put her hand up, cupping the side of his face. She’d expected him to be experienced, to be skilled, but sweet? No, that hadn’t been on her list of qualities Trent possessed.

Maybe she didn’t know her husband as well as she’d thought.

A sigh floated from her parted lips when he lowered his head and began to kiss the side of her neck as he joined them together. In partnership. In this faux-marriage filled with very real sex. In an affair that would give them both what they needed to survive the next ninety days of their lives and set them up to not only endure, but to prosper, from then on.

“I’m not hurting you, am I?” he asked when she stiffened, thinking too much and forgetting to feel the incredible things he was doing to her with his hands, tongue, lips, and cock.

“Not at all.” She widened her legs so he could fit more comfortably between them, sinking deeper into her in the process.

“Good. It’s been a long time since I’ve done this.” A flash of insecurity in his sky-blue gaze reengaged part of her brain.

“Had sex? Me too.” She bit her lower lip, hoping that wouldn’t make him slow down or, God forbid, stop. Because whatever he was doing felt way better than she’d expected. He was gliding into her, stroking nerve endings she hadn’t even known she’d had with his thick erection, and moving in some sort of figure eight that ground his pelvis against her clit each time he bottomed out.

“Well, no. I meant have sex with a woman on my own.”

“What is it you like so much about ménage? That’s what your dad was so upset about, right?” If Holly’s hands hadn’t been full of Trent’s muscles, she would have slapped herself on the forehead. “I mean, we can talk about that later. Sorry. Don’t mean to distract you.”

He laughed then kissed her, this time with more passion and less caution.

Perfect.

“I’m going to concentrate on making you scream in a second,” he promised. “I can’t say why I like it exactly. I’ve realized that’s just how I am. Poly, like the rest of your friends. It feels right when I share. Lately, Lorenzo will bring a woman home from the club he works at and the three of us…you know.”

“Ah. I mean, I can guess, but maybe you should tell me the details later.” Holly couldn’t concentrate on anything but how her body matched his so precisely.

“It doesn’t freak you out?”

“Absolutely not. It makes me…curious. I want to hear all about it. Learn about you and what that kind of relationship is really like for you. Later, though.”

“That sounds…great.” He lowered himself to his elbows, planted on either side of her shoulders, and began to fuck more seriously, whiting out her mind and replacing any of her worries or stray thoughts with pure bliss.

It was as if her lack of censure motivated him to give her even more pleasure. If this was him out of his element, what would it be like to be sandwiched between him and his roommates?

She locked her legs around him, but that didn’t prohibit him from plunging into her with a steady and unrelenting rhythm she couldn’t resist for long. But she wanted him to fall with her, not be left hanging again.

“Trent…” She tried to explain.

“Go ahead.” He grinned at her, then sped up. “Wring my cock with your tight pussy. Come all over me. I want to see it once at least before I let go too. But it’s getting harder.”

“It’s already plenty hard.”

He laughed, then smiled down at her. “I like you, Holly. I really do. Now shut up and come like I know you want to.”

Fuck, he was right even if he had a smart mouth. So she let go and rode the wave of passion as he rode her, shuttling in and out throughout even the most intense of her spasms. Holly couldn’t believe she’d thought that oral would be better than this, but then again, she’d never had sex with him before.

And she knew now, for sure, that the woman in the bushes that night hadn’t been faking it.

Neither was she.

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