He’s Not My Type

I can barely fucking breathe.

The city of Vancouver races by me as I stare out the window, telling myself to calm the fuck down, but I can’t seem to flip the switch.

Seeing Perry pressing Blakely up against the wall fucking did me in.

My entire being went black, and before I knew what I was doing, I pressed him up against a wall, ready to plow my fist into his stupid fucking face.

And there is no reasoning behind it other than I was jealous.

I couldn’t stand the idea of him being near her. Of him being able to reconcile any sort of feelings with her.

Because he left.

He was the idiot who decided to take a new job that took him away from her.

He was the one who fucked up and left the door open for me to slip in.

A door I’ve struggled getting through.

I’ve faltered. I’ve made mistakes. And I’ve put myself so far into the friend zone that I can do very little to get myself out of it.

Tonight was supposed to be that night.

And there he was, attempting to tell her how much he missed her.

Fuck off, Perry. You had your chance; tonight was mine.

But . . . I think I screwed it up even more. Blakely has been staring out the window beside me, probably regretting she had to leave her friend’s wedding since I couldn’t keep my emotions in check.

She should be snuggling into me. Holding my hand. Letting me touch her and kiss her. Listening to how I truly feel about her.

Instead, I’m an angry fucking asshole thrumming with the need to do something reckless, something to distract me from the regret beating through me.

When we pull up to the apartment, I thank the driver and open the door. Blakely does the same, not letting me do it for her.

I can’t be sure what she’s feeling right now, what she’s thinking.

Whatever it is, it can’t be anything positive about me.

In silence, I open the apartment building door for her and then follow close behind, resting my hand on her lower back as I guide her toward the elevator.

Fuck, I hate myself.

I hate myself for not being able to control my anger.

For not being able to ignore Perry and enjoy Blakely.

My time was cut short because I cut it short. I could be dancing with her right now—her body pressed against mine and her hands roaming my chest, something she did a few times tonight.

Instead, we’re as cold as stone toward each other as we ride the elevator up to the apartment.

And I don’t know how to bridge the gap between us.

I don’t know how to apologize. I don’t know how to express my feelings to her—that I’ve liked her for so goddamn long that I lost my shit when I saw her with Perry and couldn’t stomach the idea of her giving him a second glance.

The elevator comes to a stop, and with my hand on her back, I move her down the hall to our apartment.

Yes . . . our apartment.

That’s how I’ve come to think of it now. Just me and her . . . and Sherman, sharing this living space. Sharing dinners together.

Jokes.

Stories.

And now it feels like it was all for nothing. I had one chance for her to see me differently—to want me—and I blew it.

I shut the door once Blakely is inside and set my wallet and keys on the side table. Blakely remains next to the door, her hands clutching her purse in front of her.

I slowly raise my eyes to hers and when hers meet mine, indescribable need for this woman hits me so fucking hard that the air is sucked right out of my lungs, leaving me breathless . . . needy . . . erratic.

Just from one look, from those eyes, the eyes that captivated me from day fucking one.

And they haven’t stopped. They’ve held my attention. They’ve gripped me by the heart and have held me close. They’ve made me realize that there truly isn’t anyone else on this earth that I want in my arms.

It’s Blakely.

It’s always been Blakely.

It will always be Blakely.

And as I stare back at her, I wonder, why isn’t she moving? Why isn’t she attempting to get ready for bed? Why is she just standing there, looking slightly nervous but also hopeful at the same time?

Her gaze dips to my mouth and then quickly back to my eyes.

Did I imagine that?

Surely not.

She looked at my mouth.

The universal signal that she’s interested.

I return the gaze, checking out her mouth as her little pink tongue peeks out and wets her delicious lips.

My heart beats erratically as hope springs in my chest.

Please . . . please let her want this as much as I want it.

I take a step forward, and I watch her chest rise and fall more rapidly.

Nerves rip through me, making my stomach tumble and slip with each breath.

I close the space between us, and when she doesn’t move or say anything, I realize this is it. This is the fucking moment I’ve been waiting for. If I want to make something happen, this is the time.

I take a deep breath and scan her beautiful face. Those lips wet and ready, those eyes looking hungry and willing.

I’m going to take what I want and face the consequences after because if I don’t, I’ll regret it forever.

Before I can stop myself, I close the last of the space, grip her face with both hands, and crash my mouth down on hers.

I don’t have to wait for her to reciprocate. It’s immediate. She drops her clutch to the ground and throws her arms around me, kissing me back with such force.

She’s . . . she’s fucking kissing me back.

Fuck.

I push her against the door and plant my body along hers, not letting her escape now that I have her. From the way she clings to me and submits to my mouth, I’m guessing she doesn’t want to go anywhere.

I slide my mouth over hers, opening our lips together, and then slip my tongue against hers. She reciprocates the movement, and I fucking melt.

My nerves.

My reservations.

My regrets.

They all fucking melt out of me. Pure, alpha confidence replaces everything as I move her hands above her head, pinning them against the door as I drive my tongue deeper into her mouth.

She tastes so damn amazing.

Better than all the times I’ve imagined owning this mouth.

And when she gasps from what I demand from her with my tongue, sheer need pulses up my spine.

“You taste so fucking good,” I say as I pull away, kissing across her jaw and down her neck. Her chest continues to rise and fall as I hold her in place, but she practices deeper breaths now as I move my mouth to her collarbone and across her shoulder. “Your skin is so soft, like fucking velvet, Blakely.” I move back up to her neck and ear, where I whisper, “Tell me you want this. That you want me.”

She takes a deep breath and wraps her fingers around my hand, clasping them together against the door. “I want you, Halsey.”

“Good,” I whisper right before turning her around. She turns her head so her cheek rests against the wood. “If this is too much, tell me to stop.” I kiss down her neck, across her shoulder while my hand rests on her hip. My pelvis presses against her backside, showing her exactly what she does to me. How fucking hard she makes me.

A gasp falls past her lips, and I catch the sound on my mouth before kissing her again, claiming that mouth of hers and making it mine.

“I’m taking what I want,” I say into her ear. “I won’t stop until you tell me.” I release her hands and clasp the zipper of her dress. “I won’t fucking stop until you say, understood?”

She nods.

“No, I want to hear your verbal agreement. Do you understand that I’m taking what I want, Blakely? I’m taking your mouth, your body, and I’m marking it as mine until you tell me to stop.”

“Yes, I understand,” she says, sending euphoria through me.

She just gave me the green light. Thank. Fuck.

I pull down her zipper until it’s completely undone. That’s when I notice she’s not wearing a bra, something I didn’t pick up on when I zipped her into her dress earlier this evening.

I slide my hands down her arms, dragging the fabric of her dress with me until it falls to the floor, pooling at her feet. Her ass is encased by white lace underwear, giving me a sneak peek of her perky ass. Her back is smooth, free of any mark besides one tattoo under her shoulder blade. A few starbursts that I’m sure have specific meaning.

I don’t touch her right away. Instead, I shrug out of my jacket, unbutton my shirt, and remove my shoes and socks. The entire time I take her in, I soak up this moment that I’ve dreamed of for so fucking long.

When I’m ready, I step up behind her, my front to her back, and slowly slide my hands up until my fingers are just below her breasts. I let my thumbs caress the soft, plush underside of her boobs, which causes her to lean her head back against my shoulder.

“What do you like, Blakely?”

“Everything,” she says.

“I know that,” I answer. “But specifically, what do you want from me? From tonight?”

“Pleasure,” she answers as I move my thumbs upward, just below her nipples. She moans and grabs the back of my neck. “I want to feel all of you, every last inch. I want to scream. I want to feel so out of control that I black out from the pleasure.”

A smirk tugs on my lips. “That I can do,” I say as I lean forward to get my first view of her breasts right before I pinch her nipples.

Fuck, her tits are big. I knew they were, but they’re real and soft, and her nipples are so goddamn hard. They feel like little pebbles, begging to be played with.

“God, yes,” she says as she moves her ass against my crotch. “Oh my God, Halsey,” she says as her hand moves between us, and she discovers my length and size. That small caress nearly makes me come in my goddamn pants. “You’re huge.”

“Good thing since you want to scream tonight,” I say right before I spin her back around and bring my mouth to hers. Our lips collide, and I lift her by the ass to pin her against the door. Her legs wrap around my waist in just the right spot that her center smooths along my length. “Feel that, baby? That’s how you make me feel. That’s how much you turn me on.” I pulse into her, and she groans into my mouth. “Think you can take all of this?”

My lips move along her jaw, nipping at her skin as she glides against my cock. “You’re . . . you’re so big. I don’t . . .” She moans when I nip at her neck. “God, I don’t know.”

“You’re going to take all of me, Blakely, even if it takes hours. Your pussy will take every last fucking inch of me.”

And then I walk her back to the bedroom, keeping my mouth on hers the entire time until I hit the bed and lay her down carefully. Those hypnotic eyes stare up at me as I take off my shirt and toss it to the ground.

Her gaze roams over my chest, she wets her lips, her entire expression making it clear how much she wants this. That gives me all the motivation to continue taking what I’ve always wanted since the moment I met her.

I undo my pants and push them down, leaving me only in a pair of black boxer briefs. She scoots back on the bed, and I move over her. I lean down and bring my mouth to hers as my hand slides up her side to her breast, where I squeeze it in my palm. Her back arches against me as she moans with satisfaction.

“Do you like your nipples to be played with?” I ask while I move my mouth down her neck again. Pausing at the juncture of her shoulder to suck on her skin, I know damn well it will leave a mark and don’t give two fucks about it. Because I want her waking up tomorrow knowing who owned her the night before.

“Yes,” she says as I move to her breasts.

“Good,” I say right before I tug on one of her nipples with my teeth.

“Fuck,” she says as she lifts her back, arching so high that her breast slams into my mouth. I open wide and suck hard, taking in her nipple and swirling my tongue around it while my hand plays with her other breast. “Don’t stop.”

Is she insane? The only way this is ending is if she tells me to end it.

I can’t get enough of her. I can’t move fast enough. I want everything from her.

I move to her other breast and squeeze it while sucking her nipple, pulling and tugging. Offering a little nibble that drives her nuts.

“How fucking wet are you?” I ask as I bring her breasts together and kiss between them and then move to her stomach, where I kiss down to her belly button. I spread her legs, giving me room, and then feel her grow uncomfortable for a moment, so I pause. “I want that pussy on my tongue.”

“Halsey . . . I . . .”

“Tell me to stop. That’s the only way I won’t bury my face between your legs.” I pause for a second, giving her a moment to decide, and when she doesn’t say anything, I tear off her underwear and marvel at how bare she is before I settle between her legs, spread her open, and press my tongue against her clit.

Her legs shoot up to her chest where she grips them as she shifts her pelvis forward. “Oh my God,” she cries out as I flick my tongue across her clit rapidly.

If I wasn’t so desperate to hear her come, I’d take my time with long, languid strokes, but fuck it, I need this. I need to see her lose herself with me in control.

“You taste so fucking good. Fuck, I could spend hours between your legs.” I dive my tongue against her while my hands travel up her body to her breasts where I play with her nipples.

Rolling.

Teasing.

Tugging.

She moans even louder as her body starts to tense.

“I want you coming on my tongue. I want you coming all over my goddamn face.” I bury my mouth even more between her legs, lapping up every ounce of her pleasure, while her orgasm builds and builds.

“Oh fuck, Halsey. Oh God. I’m . . . I’m right there.”

I bear down, flicking my tongue so rapidly that I can barely breathe, and when she’s just about to come, I pull away and press two fingers inside her.

“Oh . . . God,” she groans as I scoop my fingers inside and against her G-spot. Her eyes fly open. Her legs shoot out as her hands grip the sheets. “Fuck . . . ahhhh,” she yells, and it’s the most gorgeous fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

I move her legs open again, continue to scoop upward, and finish her off with my tongue, licking her until she screams my name in ecstasy and falls over the edge, her orgasm ripping through her entire body and making her convulse beneath me.

“What a fucking greedy pussy you have,” I say as I move my fingers against her inner walls, feeling her squeeze them tight. “You better squeeze my cock like that.” I remove my fingers, and with my eyes on her heady ones, I slip them inside my mouth and suck every last drop of her off me. “You’re fucking delicious.”

While she floats down from her orgasm, I remove my boxer briefs, my erection so fucking hard that it’s painful. I grip it and start pumping, moving some of the pre-cum over my length to help. As I stare down at her, I say, “I’m going to fuck you so hard tonight that you’re going to forget your name.”

Then I flip her over to her stomach and prop her ass up in the air. I smooth my hand over the smooth skin right before spanking her, leaving a red mark right where I like it.

“Oh fuck, Halsey.”

I pause before doing it again and lean forward. Speaking close to her ear, I ask, “Did that hurt?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want it again?”

She takes a second, swallows, and then nods. “Yes.”

I smile and then place a kiss between her shoulder blades, down her spine, right on her ass, and then lift and spank her again.

“Fuck,” she groans. This time, it’s a pleasurable sound. “Oh my God, why do I like that?”

“Because you’re my good girl who likes to be punished.” I spank her again, and she groans into the mattress.

I smooth my hand over the red spot and lean down, pressing more kisses along her back.

“Are you on birth control?” I ask her.

“Yes,” she says.

“Good, because I want this cunt bare. Tell me if you don’t want that.”

She doesn’t answer.

“Tell me, Blakely.”

“I want you bare,” she says, her voice wavering.

Nervous she might be second-guessing that choice, I flip her back over and look her in the eyes. Her dazed, dreamy eyes.

“Are you nervous?”

Her eyes find my cock, and I watch them widen as she takes me all in. “Halsey,” she whispers.

I don’t want her to be scared, so I take her hand, and I bring it to my cock. “Feel me,” I say. “Explore me.”

Tentatively, her hand smooths around my length before squeezing it. She then sits up and pushes me down on the bed. I lie down and sift my hands behind my head, giving her full access as my erection strains up my stomach.

“Jesus,” she says as she straddles my legs.

And at this moment, I’ve never felt luckier. Because I have Blakely, my dream girl, naked and on top of me, touching my cock like it’s the most magnificent thing she’s ever seen. I couldn’t have dreamed this, never in my wildest dreams, yet here I am, experiencing it, feeling it, being with her.

“You’re gorgeous,” I say as she slides her hand up my length. “So fucking beautiful, Blakely.”

Her eyes meet mine.

She wets her lips.

And then she lowers down on top of me and presses her mouth to mine. I roll on top of her, and she spreads her legs, making room for me as I run my length along her slit while my mouth takes control of hers.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” I say between kisses. “I want to own this body.” I grip her breast. “I want to fuck every inch of it. Come all over you, inside you.” I kiss her jaw as her legs spread even more. “I want your voice hoarse from screaming. I want you waking up tomorrow with the feel of me still between your legs.” I move to her neck. “I want to ruin you, fuck you so hard that you’ll never think of another cock.”

She groans, and I press the head of my erection against her entrance. She tenses, so I bring her hand to her pussy and whisper, “Play with yourself. Relax and show me how you give yourself pleasure.”

I sit back just enough to see two fingers making slow circles over her clit.

“Is that how you masturbate?” She nods. “Good.”

And as she slowly starts to relax, I push myself inside her.

“This tight hole, fuck, it will be the death of me.” I roll her nipple between my fingers. “Relax, baby. I need you to relax.”

She lets out a deep breath, and I allow myself another inch.

“Fuck,” she says, her head thrashing to the side. “You’re so big.”

“You made me this hard. The taste of your cunt on my tongue, the sound of your cries in my ear. I want more. I’m going to fuck you so hard, Blakely. Relax so I can make us both come. Keep playing with yourself.”

Her hand moves faster, and I lean down and start making bite marks along her collarbone, only to soothe it with kisses. She sighs again, and I press in another inch. Halfway there. But she’s so tight, I feel like I could come, just like this, half in.

“Baby, please, I’m fucking dying here.”

“Just . . . just press in.”

“No,” I say as I kiss her neck, sweat starting to form on my lower back as I exercise an immense amount of control. “I’ll go slow and savor every moment of this.”

She sucks in a sharp breath of air. “I just need you in.”

Understanding where she’s coming from, I say, “Let out a deep breath.” She exhales, and at the same time, I thrust my hips all the way until I bottom out. The sensation of being wrapped so tightly by her makes my eyes roll in the back of my head. “Fuck, this tight cunt is going to make me pass the fuck out.”

I grip the blankets beneath us, my knuckles going white as I feel like I’m stuck in a vise grip. She’s so tight it’s almost borderline uncomfortable, threading between pain and absolute pleasure.

Needing to do something, I start moving my hips in and out. It’s slow at first because, Jesus Christ, I can barely pull out, but once she starts twisting and turning beneath me while still playing with herself, her arousal makes it that much easier.

“That’s it, you good fucking girl. Keep lubing my cock.” I descend over her breasts again, and this time, I don’t suck, I nibble. I tug. I pull on her hard nipples. I mark my way around the orbs, leaving bite marks, sucking over them, increasing the color, the claim I have on them.

“I . . . I’m close.” She starts to clench, but I’m not there yet. I don’t want her coming yet, so to my dismay, I pull out of her only for her sweet protest to fill the room. “Halsey.”

“You’re coming on my cock when I tell you.” I bring my body closer to her face and say, “Open up that pretty little mouth for me.”

Eyes wide, she pauses for a moment, but then she slowly opens up. I slide just the tip past her lips, where she sucks on it, her tongue swirling around the opening.

“Yes, baby. Just like that. Fuck, your mouth is so hot.” I sit taller on my knees and grip the headboard as I angle my cock better for her. I dip it into her mouth, and she opens it wider, letting me sink farther. “Stroke me. Make me desperate to come.”

I can tell by her hesitation that she’s never done this before. This is all new, and even though I want to take it easy on her, I also don’t want her to think it would be any different. This is what it’s like to be with me. This is how I need it.

I want her to hear me. Know what I want, what I think about her, how she makes me so fucking needy for her goddamn touch.

Her hand creeps between my legs, and she cups my balls gently.

“Harder, Blakely. Don’t be too gentle.”

She sucks my tip with more force and squeezes my balls tighter, and my legs nearly give out on me.

“Ahhh, fuck yes, baby. Again.”

She repeats the suck and the squeeze a few more times until my legs are shaking, and I can feel my balls start to tighten with my orgasm.

I pull away from her, flip her on her stomach again, and then prop her ass up. Before she can even think about what’s happening, I slap her ass right before I press the head of my cock at her entrance. The combination of surprise and spanking makes her unaware of my cock so I can slide right in without her nerves holding us off.

This position helps me go deeper, and then I touch her in just the right spot, her cries of pleasure searing my ears. I wrap her hair around my hand and tug her head back while I hold her hip with my other hand.

“Oh my God,” she whispers as I tug tighter and thrust into her. She claws the bed, trying to stay in place, but there’s no use. My hips start moving her until she presses against the headboard. She steadies herself as I pound into her from behind, not letting up, not letting her catch her breath.

Because I need to come.

I need to come so fucking bad inside her that I can feel it light up my entire body.

“Take my cock. Squeeze it, baby. I want to feel that tight cunt spasming around it.”

“Fuck . . . me,” she whispers as her body tenses even more, and she cries out in pleasure. “Halsey,” she screams, and then she convulses around me, tightening around my cock so much that everything around me fades to black.

“I’m going to ruin this pretty little pussy.”

I let go of her hair.

I grip both of her hips.

And I rock into her until my stomach bottoms out, a burst of pleasure shoots through my veins, and a tidal wave of white-hot pleasure tears through me.

“Motherfucker,” I cry out as I pulse into her, coming over and over until nothing is left inside me.

I slow my hips down as her pussy continues to convulse around my cock, causing it to twitch inside her. We both collapse on the bed, me on top of her.

I kiss her shoulder.

Her neck.

Her cheek.

And when she turns just enough so I can find her mouth, I kiss her there too.

“Fuck,” I whisper as I slowly pull out of her and catch some of my cum as well.

I’ve never come that hard in my life. Never.

I walk over to the bathroom, where I clean up and wash my hands, and when I’m about to bring her a washcloth, she appears at the bathroom door wearing my button-up shirt and looking so thoroughly fucked and mine that I lean toward her, tip her chin up with my finger, and press a kiss to her lips.

And to my delight, she kisses me back.

Knowing she probably wants to take care of her own business, I give her space in the bathroom as I lie back down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling in utter disbelief.

Blakely and I just had sex.

No, we didn’t just have sex. We had mind-blowing, life-altering sex. If I wasn’t sure that Blakely was the girl for me before, I sure as fuck can confirm it now.

She’s it for me.

She’s mine.

And I’ll spend every waking hour making sure she knows that.

After a few minutes, she reappears in the bedroom, turning off the bathroom light behind her. She hasn’t buttoned up my shirt, just used it as a covering, so I’m pleased when she takes it off before getting into bed. I don’t give her one second to think she’s sleeping alone tonight. I wrap my arm around her and pull her into my chest so she’s spooned against me.

I kiss her shoulder. “You okay?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

“You sure?”

“Positive,” she says as she curls into the pillow we’re sharing.

Leaving it at that, I bury my head in her hair and close my eyes, joy settling my heartbeat and allowing me to drift into a deep sleep.

THAT FEELS SO GOOD.

I groan as I turn to my back, sleep still consuming me as I feel a warm body crawl on top of me.

My hard cock is stroked, and a smile passes over my lips as I envision Blakely on top of me, playing with my dick.

Yes . . . fuck, it feels so good.

So goddamn good.

And then, when I think my cock will be stroked one more time, instead, it’s sheathed in warmth . . . tight warmth.

My eyes part open, and I find Blakely on top of me, riding my cock as she plays with her tits.

“Holy shit,” I whisper as she glances down at me, her hair falling over her face before she pushes it behind her ear.

“I need to come,” she says as she rocks over me.

I bring my hands behind my head as my dick grows harder inside her. “Then use me as your fuck toy,” I say.

Her hands fall to my abs, and she grips them with her nails as she grinds harder on my cock. “Halsey . . .” She takes a deep breath.

“What, baby?” I ask as I pulse up into her, helping her out.

“I love your cock. Oh my God, it’s so good.”

That makes me smile. “Well, I love your tight cunt. So grip those fucking tits of yours and come for me.”

She tilts her head back and rocks her hips faster while she plays with her nipples. I take her hips and help her rock faster over me. It’s so sexy, so unexpected, and the best way to be woken up in the middle of the night that I’m lost with euphoria. The moment she starts tightening around me, her orgasm building a tremor deep within her, my cock swells. I surge up inside her as my cum spills out of me.

“Holy shit, I’m coming,” I say as she cries out in ecstasy, her head thrashing as she orgasms.

She rocks over me for a minute more before she collapses on my chest and wraps her arms around me, my cock still inside her.

Her breathing slows down, and she starts to drift off to sleep on top of me. If I wasn’t so afraid of getting her cleaned up, then I’d let her sleep there, but I don’t want anything bad to happen to her, so I lift her and bring her to the bathroom, where I help clean her up as well as myself.

Then I carry her back to the bed and lay her down. I lie next to her, but this time, she curls into my chest right into my side, making me the happiest motherfucker ever to live.

“YOU DIRTY FUCKING GIRL,” I say as I spank her again and again and again.

With every slap to her ass, her pussy gets wetter and wetter as I lap at her clit.

Her hot mouth slides over my cock while we’re in the sixty-nine position, something she climbed into. While she sucks on the tip of my cock, she reaches between my legs and plays with my balls, something I love so goddamn much.

“Has anyone ever played with you here?” I ask as I move my finger over her other hole.

She gasps and clenches.

I take that as a no.

“Don’t worry, baby. This tight hole will be mine too.” And then I spank her again as I flick at her clit. The combination sends her over the edge, and she’s coming all over my goddamn face just the way I like it. When she finishes, I flip her over on her back, hover over her, and pump at my cock with such ferocity that I’m coming in seconds, all over her perfect tits.

She smirks up at me when I’m done, and I can’t take that look. I fall back on the bed and drape my hand over my face.

She doesn’t say anything. She just kisses my cheek and goes to the bathroom again.

Fuck . . . me.

I don’t think I can have her wake me up one more goddamn time.

This night might be the death of me.

At least I’ll die a happy man.

“HALSEY, oh my God . . . oh my God,” Blakely cries out as I slam into her, her legs draped over my shoulders, her tits bouncing with every thrust.

Just when I thought she was the one who would be the death of me, it turns out it’s my cock.

I woke up again with the biggest erection of my life, and she felt it because she woke up too. It took me seconds to get her primed, and now that I’m inside her, I can’t stop.

“You like that, baby? Then make me come,” I say through clenched teeth as I feel another wave of pleasure start to tip me over the edge.

She squeezes around me, and just like that, I’m fucking gone.

I lose control and pulse into her so hard that her head bangs against the headboard. I’m so gone that I can’t stop, and as she comes, her body trembling in my arms, I join her with a roar of an orgasm.

We ride it out until we’re both spent, and I fall onto the bed with her.

After a few seconds of catching my breath, I turn toward her and brush my hand over her head. “You okay?”

She nods. “I’m good.”

“I’m sorry.” I caress her cheek. “I didn’t mean to slam you against the headboard.”

The corner of her mouth tilts up. “It’s okay.”

And then she gets up and goes to the bathroom—without a shirt over her this time. Comfortable in her own skin, I watch her perfect ass sway away from me, and I sigh against the bed.

Fuck . . . how did I get so lucky?