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“Harder,” she panted, moving her hips against him. When he thrust in she pushed up, creating a friction that had his balls tightening up to almost inside of him.
Soon the headboard was pounding the wall, and the bed was squeaking beneath them. There was no way the entire house couldn’t hear them. And he didn’t give a shit. He’d been anticipating this moment with this woman for months.
The bed was rocking and the springs were cutting into his knees and elbows as he held himself over her so as not to crush her. She wasn’t a petite woman, but she wasn’t any match for his size.
The squeaking intensified, as did the pounding.
“Wes,” she breathed. “I’m about to...” She trailed off into a loud groan that sounded suspiciously like “Weston.”
“Me too, love. Just hold on another second or two. I want to do this together.”
“You want to win the bet.”
“That too, but I want this to be like we’re one. I need this to feel like we’re in sync.”
He wasn’t in sync in anything else in his life, but there was an instinctual desire to be in sync with her. At least as long as it lasted.
His hand slid down her stomach to her pleasure button and he used his thumb to drive her higher. The bed hit the wall so hard he heard the wall crack. But he still couldn’t seem to get deep enough. He rolled her onto her side and came at her from behind. Both of them being spoons while they forked each other’s brains out.
His hands gripped her tits, which were bouncing with the aggressive thrusts, and pinched her nipples. And there she went. Flying off upside down and around the spiral curve of the coaster.
Her core was tightening around him, so he flipped her on her stomach, yanked up a leg and went all the way in. With a loud string of colorful words, which were surprising coming from the woman who never cussed, she clenched and began milking him.
Her face was pressed into the pillow, his into the slope of her neck, and they were both panting as they came back down to earth. Even though he’d blown every drop he had, he kept pumping until he couldn’t move an inch.
Their bodies were slick with sex and sweat, but they didn’t let go of one another. She turned in his arms and cuddled into his side. And he drew her to him so tightly he was afraid he might hurt her, so he loosened his grip—a fraction. But then her arms tightened.
Jesus, that had been amazing. Mind-blowing was more like it. He’d had all kinds of sex with all kinds of women. Who knew it would take a bookish tyrant to tame his beast? And with her, he felt tamed. Calm and safe. Two things he always viewed as a weakness but today it had made him feel as if he were on top of the world.
“We didn’t quite break the bed,” she said in a languorous way. “You have to help me come up with a business plan to take on the big tycoon next door.”
He lazily ran a hand down her spine. “I would have helped you no matter what.”
She looked up at him through her lashes. “Really?”
“We can’t have you losing to the crumpet twice in a row, now, can we?”
“What do you mean? I won.”
“Just keep thinking that.” Wes flipped her onto her stomach again and came down on her body like a man on a mission. “I’m still hard as a rock.” He showed her just how dire the situation was. He’d come, yet he was still hard.
“So this is still round one?”
“Exactly. Now lift those hips and put your hands on the headboard. You’re going to need something to hang onto for this.”
“What are you going to hold onto?”
“This.” He wrapped her ponytail around his hand and tugged her head to the right, exposing her neck and holding her in place. She moaned in pleasure and they fucked until the bed collapsed onto the bottom bunk.
Chapter 24
the morning after
Summer stepped out of the shower with a grin on her face. Not surprising since Wes had just taken her up against the shower wall, and then down on the shower floor.
“If you’re still able to walk then I didn’t do my job correctly,” he said, snaking his chiseled bicep around her stomach and pulling her and her towel back into the shower, where he planted on her a loud, long, languid kiss that had her body revved to go like it was the final light at a Formula 1 race.
They’d crossed the finish line four times last night and three this morning. One more turn around the track and she wasn’t going to be able to move, let alone walk.