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“Ride the mustache, baby. That’s what it’s there for.”

“Oh.”

“Use your words,” he demanded.

“Th-that’s sinful, Rye. So good.” My hands gripped his hair harder, and before long, I was guiding his head to the most delicious rhythm.

He hummed his satisfaction, the vibration made me gasp as he added a third finger, and then I was riding his hand, my hips rolling to the tempo of his tongue, while his beard and mustache rubbed me inallthe right ways.

How had I not noticed that before? But I’d been so utterly shocked at what he’d done to me in the bed of his truck that I didn’t blame myself for missing such a wonderful part of his sexual tool set.

I couldn’t miss it now, and I wantedmore.

“Harder,” I begged, practically riding his face now.

Fast flicks and licks of his tongue drove me higher, and I pulled his hair so hard that if I hadn’t been in the throes of orgasm already, I would’ve worried I’d made him bleed when I yanked it all out.

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful when you come,” he breathed when I called out my release and my head fell back, my hair swaying behind me, tickling his hand still bracing me from behind.

His knees had to be killing him on the hard tile floor, but he never complained.

When he stood, those knees popped audibly while I tried to get my sea legs back. He shed his jeans and a pair of navy blue boxers, then towered over me silently and still, like a mountain.

I couldn’t not reach for his cock. It was nearly purple, he was so hard and ready, the thick veins running up his length raised and ribbed for my pleasure.

He stopped me with his heavy hand on my wrist as I grasped for him. “Oh no you don’t.”

I gasped, and he ran his tongue over his bottom lip, leaving a trail of wet shine to draw my eyes there.

“This time, I want your pretty pussy ’round my cock when I come.”

He released my wrist and arched an eyebrow, daring me, and I climbed him like a fucking tree.

His hands found my ass, and he squeezed while I wrapped my legs around him again, securing my body around his. He walked us to the wall between two old, yellowing “buy local” posters and pressed me against it, watching my face and listening to the moans falling out of my open mouth as he pressed his bare chest to my breasts.

Just to feel the warmth of his body, skin to skin against mine— I couldn’t describe how amazing he felt.

Leaning down, he took my nipple into his mouth, and his hard cock slid between my legs as it twitched and pulsed.

He drew his hips back, released my breast, and straightened.

And when I felt the smooth, full pressure of his thick length gliding into the core of me, my eyes rolled closed.

“Yes!” The voice that came out of my mouth was guttural, like I’d been possessed by the devil. “Oh dear God,yes!”

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

RYE

Fuck that taking-it-slow,“I don’t wanna just be sex to you” shit.

I wanted to be sex and release and laughter to her. I wanted us to breathe together and come together, and I wanted her to fall asleep in my arms after.

And I wanted it all right now.

Aubrey’s overuse of the Holy Spirit’s name would’ve made me laugh, but the urge to fuck hard and loosen her up tried to derail my concentration. Her body tightened around mine instantly. She felt so goddamn good, I could barely breathe.

But I needed to remember it had been a long time for her.