Page 38 of The Rogue (Four Corners Ranch #11)

It felt essential that he stop talking to her and start making love to her. It was weird to have found himself in this situation.

Rue was the one woman he was better at talking to than anything else.

Now suddenly, they’d had sex.

It had blown his mind. The feel of her under his hands, the taste, the way it had felt to slide inside her, it had nearly

destroyed him.

He didn’t know how to categorize it, or where to put it.

But this , he knew what to do with this. With her body. He knew how to make her scream. He was so damned good at that.

And she was tempting.

That was the main thing. He had lost his control somewhere back there. He had pushed her, and he wanted to push her even harder.

Wanted to undo her completely.

You don’t have the right...

She wanted him. She wanted this. He was doing it for her, and yes, he liked it. But it wasn’t about his own pleasure. If Rue

hadn’t asked, he wouldn’t be here.

Hell, he’d done a good job of keeping himself occupied with other women all these years. She was the one who’d led the change, and there were boundaries on the change, so it was safe.

And anyway, it would be over after this week.

Natural light poured into the room, and with the backdrop of the snow, that white light all over her glorious pale skin had

him all messed up.

He was already hard, like he hadn’t just come less than a half hour ago.

He set her down on the bed, and she looked at him, her eyes greedy.

“I’m going to tell you something,” she said, her expression almost comedically grave.

“Okay.”

“I think I probably do have a gag reflex. I don’t want to disappoint you.”

He laughed, because his brain was sort of tripped up. On the implications of all that. On everything. “What?”

“I didn’t understand it before.” She looked at him meaningfully. “But I do now. I get it.”

“Oh?”

He still wasn’t entirely sure he understood what she was saying, because he was still too strung out on the whole implication

of the moment. “You’re so much bigger,” she said.

“Dammit,” he said, the words like a punch to the gut.

It was fucking hot . Hearing those words come out of his best friend’s mouth. It shouldn’t be. Damn, it probably made him the worst kind of pervert.

But it was just so damned hot.

“Let’s get you on your knees and test that, shall we?”

Her eyes never leaving his, she slid off the edge of the bed, and got to her knees. He never prayed for forgiveness in his life, but he was close. Real close, just so he could relax and enjoy the rest of it. Because there was no way this wasn’t a sin. But damn. He wanted to drown in it.

She wrapped her hand around the base of him, before leaning in and taking him into her mouth. “Shit, Rue,” he said, reaching

back to take hold of her hair, guiding her lips along his shaft.

The sight of her, her, doing that to him pushed them too far too fast. It was just too good. And he didn’t... he didn’t

want to end this way. She tried to take him. All of him, but she couldn’t. And it was wrong that that satisfied him. Made

him feel like beating his chest. But it did.

It nearly finished him off. Nearly undid him. He pulled her head away, needing to get ahold of himself.

“But I want...”

“I want you,” he said. Because he couldn’t think of anything else more eloquent to say. Because there was just nothing more

in him. He was used to being the one who had the control. Used to being the one that did the pushing. Hell, he’d done that

a bit with her earlier, but there was something more to it. A bite. An edge that he’d never known before.

That was a big part of why he liked to make his partners boneless with need. It gave them the upper hand.

He lifted her up to her feet and crushed her against him, walked her back to the wall and flattened her against it, kissing

her hard.

“Justice,” she whispered against his mouth.

“Yes,” he said. “Say my name. And don’t forget who’s taking you.”

“I can’t. I couldn’t.”

“Good.”

He was wild with it. This need inside of him. He was completely undone. And he wanted her to join him.

He put his hand between her legs and found her slick with wanting for him.

It was all he could do to separate from her for a moment to get a condom.

He had her against the wall again, her wrists pinned above her head, her breasts arched out toward him. He bent down and took

one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, until she cried out.

Then he reached down, gripped her hips, moved his hand on her thigh and lifted it up over his hip before testing her, sliding

deep inside of her.

“Oh my gosh,” she said, gripping his shoulders, arching her hips forward.

He almost could’ve laughed. Her saying such a sweet thing in such a gloriously filthy moment. But he couldn’t laugh, because

he was too overwhelmed. By the feel of her. The reality of her. He had wanted to do this because it put them back on solid

ground. Because it put them back in his comfort zone. But nothing about this was comfortable. It was explosive. And nothing

less.

She clung to him, and he urged her to wrap her legs around him, as he pounded home, gave no quarter, gave no mercy. There

was nothing but this. But this race to satisfaction. He had forgotten to make her come before he got inside her. But she was

panting, desperate, rolling her hips against his as she clung to him.

He buried his face in her neck as he thrust home. As he gave himself over to the thing between them.

And then, he was at the end of his control. He was desperate. Desperate for her to go with him. For her to go before him.

But she didn’t. It was like they were barreling perilously close to the same cliff. And then, something happened that he had

never experienced before.

They went over together. Shaking and clinging to each other as their climax took hold.

And it was the closest thing to a perfect moment that Justice King had ever experienced in his life.