Page 25 of Four Money (Ever and Always 1)

Her pussy had barely stopped spasming when he reached between them to rub her clit.

“You’re gorgeous, Holly. So in tune with me. So perfect.” He nipped her lower lip, keeping her riveted to his instruction. “This time, when you go over, I’m coming with you. I’m going to fill you. You’re going to make me shoot so hard. You know that, right? It’s for you, Holly. Because of you.”

And just as he began to stutter in his lunges, losing control, a noise from the other room caught her attention.

“Where’s the happy couple?” Lorenzo shouted as he stumbled through the front door, clearly having had a few more to drink since they’d last seen him.

Then he grunted, as if Owen had smacked him in the back of the head. “Shut up. Couldn’t you hear them going at it while I was unlocking the door?”

“They’re what?” Lorenzo cursed in Portuguese, but it didn’t sound any farther away.

Trent looked over his shoulder, then back at her, but instead of stopping, his hips slapped against her pelvis, grinding, thrusting his cock as deep as it could go within her.

They hadn’t bothered to shut the door all the way, having gotten completely distracted before they could. And in the gap, Holly could see his roommates glancing in their direction. Her pussy clenched, smothering Trent’s cock.

It was like that night, except she was the woman in the rhododendrons. Enjoying the hell out of his hard body moving over her and within her and not giving a damn who knew it. Proud that he’d chosen her and that she was making him love it.

“You like that?” he groaned against her neck before raking his teeth over it. “That they know? That they can see me fucking you?”

His next thrust was a little more erratic, a little harder, too. She cried out.

Trent pressed himself onto his forearms so he could look into her eyes as he demanded, “Tell me.”

“Yes,” she hissed, shocked that it was true. But something about them knowing, witnessing it, made her feel sultry instead of slutty. As if a firework full of knowledge exploded over her, enlightening her, she understood why Kari and Andi swore by ménage even if she’d only had the slightest taste of what it could be like.

That’s all it took, and she was flying.

Holly screamed Trent’s name. She clutched his shoulders, trying and failing not to rake her nails over them. He grunted and burst into a flurry of motion, plowing into her hard and fast as he joined her.

True to his word, he flooded her pussy with jet after jet of his release.

He came so hard the headboard banged against the wall with each clench of his body.

And afterward, he melted onto her, smothering her with the most welcome weight and heat, his cock still embedded fully within her as they floated somewhere special and euphoric together.

It was a long, long time before she opened her eyes, but when she did the doorway was empty and dark. And if she thought she heard a long, low groan from the room next door, it was probably her imagination. Right?

Too afraid to ruin the best night of her life, Holly didn’t ask any questions. Instead, she drifted, half asleep, as Trent cleaned them both up, tucked her under the covers, and curled protectively around her, keeping her close to his spectacular body.

The last thing she remembered hearing was him whispering into the dark, “Sleep well, wifey.”

10

Holly woke up to something wet on her cheek followed by adorable snuffles, a warm fuzzy body curling up next to her in bed, and…a tail whapping against her leg.

“What the…?” She blinked and reached around the rumpled sheets, finding no other person beside her.

Had she dreamed all that crazy shit about Trent?

The pleasant ache in her body and the crushing weight that had been lifted off her mind said otherwise. If not, then where had he wandered off to and what was a dog doing in bed with her instead? She sat up, pushing her hair off her face, and blinked several times to bring the room into focus.

She couldn’t look down on Trent for existing essentially the same way they had in college—with basic, put-together furniture and roommates to divvy expenses—since she herself had reverted to living with her mom instead of venturing out on her own.

Deeply offended at being ignored, the brindle-coated mutt whimpered, then head-butted her, making her chuckle before ruffling his floppy ears.

“Hey there, big guy. Why are you so cute?” She petted him as he blinked up at her with oddly familiar eyes and she wondered…

No, it couldn’t be.

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