Page 43 of Broken Roads (Hard to Handle #1)

Her back arches off the blankets as her orgasm crashes through her. I don't stop, working her through it with gentle strokes until she's pushing at my head.

Pressing one final kiss to her inner thigh, I crawl up her body to capture her mouth with mine. She kisses me hungrily with a moan that goes straight to my cock.

"I need to be inside you," I growl against her lips. "Right fucking now."

Her hands slide down to the waistband of my boxers, tugging impatiently. "Then get rid of these."

I sit back on my heels and push the fabric down, freeing my erection. It springs up against my stomach, hard and thick and so fucking desperate for her.

"Condom," I manage, reaching for my jeans where I'd stashed a few in the pocket earlier.

Hailey takes it from my trembling fingers, her eyes never leaving mine as she tears open the packet with her teeth.

"Let me," she whispers, and I groan as she rolls the latex down my cock with agonizing care.

Her touch is electric, sending shockwaves through my entire body.

I have to close my eyes and count to five just to maintain some semblance of control.

When I open them again, she's settled back against the blankets, legs spread in invitation, looking at me with such trust and desire that my chest tightens.

I position myself at her entrance, the head of my cock sliding through her wetness. We both gasp at the contact. She's so slick, so ready, and I have to grit my teeth against the urge to slam into her.

"You sure about this, sunshine?" I ask, even though stopping now might actually kill me.

"I've never been more sure of anything," she breathes, reaching up to cup my face. "I want you, Bradley."

That's all the permission I need. I push forward in one hard thrust, burying myself inside her tight pussy.

"Fuck, Hailey," I groan, dropping my forehead to hers while I fight for control. "You feel so damn good. So tight and wet and perfect."

She whimpers beneath me, and I hold perfectly still, letting her body accommodate me as I press gentle kisses to her face.

"Move," she finally whispers, rolling her hips. "Please, Bradley. I need you to move."

I pull back slowly, almost all the way out, before thrusting back in. The friction is incredible, her pussy gripping me so tight I’m sure I’ll come from the sensation alone. Barely holding back, I establish a rhythm, deep and deliberate, watching her face for every reaction.

"Yes," she gasps, her hands sliding down to grip my ass, urging me deeper. "Just like that. Feels amazing."

Her words spur me on. I increase my pace, driving into her with steady strokes that have us both panting. The sight of her beneath me—hair spread across the blankets, lips parted, breasts bouncing with each thrust—is the most erotic thing I've ever seen.

"Look at you," I growl, one hand sliding down to hike her leg higher over my waist. "Taking my cock so perfectly. Like you were made for me."

She cries out, her back arching off the blankets. "Right there. Don't stop, please don't stop."

I wouldn't dream of it. I maintain that angle, thrusting in and out with increasing urgency. Her pussy clenches around me with each stroke, and I can feel my own release building at the base of my spine.

"Touch yourself," I command roughly.

Her hand slides between our bodies, fingers finding her clit. The sight of her touching herself while I fuck her nearly breaks me. I thrust harder, deeper, chasing both our releases with single-minded determination.

"Bradley," she moans, her body tensing beneath me. "I'm so close. So, so close."

"Come for me, sunshine," I growl, my own control fraying. "Come all over my cock."

On cue, she screams my name as her pussy clamps down so tight I see stars. The feeling of her coming apart beneath me is enough to push me over the edge.

Burying myself deep, I let go. My own climax tears through me with devastating force. I pump into her with erratic thrusts, riding out the waves of pleasure until I collapse against her, both of us breathing hard and trembling.

For long moments, we just hold each other, hearts hammering against our chests. I press gentle kisses to her neck, her jaw, anywhere I can reach, still buried deep inside her.

"Wow..." I begin, but words fail me.

Hailey smiles, her fingers tracing patterns on my back. "Yeah."

Reluctantly, I ease out of her, both of us wincing slightly at the sensation. I take care of the condom, tying it off and setting it aside to dispose of later. Then I gather her against me, pulling one of the blankets over us.

She snuggles into my side, finding the perfect spot on my shoulder while her hand rests over my heart. I press a kiss to her forehead, overwhelmed by the tenderness I feel for this woman who trusted me with her darkest truths and then her body.

"You okay?" I ask softly, needing to check in.

She tilts her head back to look at me, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Better than okay. I'm perfect."

My arms tighten around. "Yeah, you are."

The night wraps around us like a protective cocoon, the rest of the world falling away until it's just us, just this moment.

"Thank you," Hailey whispers after a while.

Confused, I frown slightly. "For what?"

"For seeing me," she says. "The real me. And for staying anyway."

My throat tightens with emotion. I turn on my side to face her fully, wanting her to see the truth in my eyes. "Hailey, I'm not just staying. I'm all in."

Her eyes search mine for the longest time. If she’s looking for any hesitation, any doubt. She won't find any. I've never been more certain of anything in my life.

"All in," she repeats, her voice soft but sure.

I seal the promise with a kiss, gentle but full of meaning.

Whatever comes next—whatever challenges we face, whatever demons resurface, whatever joys await—we'll face it together.

Under this vast Montana sky, with the woman who's somehow become the center of my world in my arms, I finally understand what it means to find home in a person, not just a place.