Breaking Him(43)

He slid out and then pushed back in, and we both groaned.

“Shit, sweetheart, I need to go faster.”

I was lost between pleasure and pain. The feeling confused me, aroused me, had my mind scrambling. My body made the decision for me, and I humped back against him, telling him to do it.

“Oh fuck, angel.” Then he started fucking my ass, deep and fast. “Play with your clit, darlin’.”

I did what he said, reached down and rubbed at my stiff, slick nub. I didn’t think it was possible after already coming so much, so hard, but another orgasm began building almost instantly.

“That’s my girl. Make it feel good.”

“Please,” I groaned. But I wasn’t sure what I was begging for.

“I’m gonna come, angel, gonna fill your sexy, tight ass.”

His words came out a snarl, deep and distorted with lust. It tipped me over the edge. I screamed, biting the pillow, my ass squeezing down on his cock.

He barked out a curse, heavy thighs trembling against mine, then he pulsed deep inside me and started coming as well. Hot come pumping into me with each erratic thrust of his hips.

When he was done, he carefully pulled out and collapsed against my back, taking me to the mattress on our sides.

One arm was wrapped around me, while the other brushed my hair back. He peppered my neck and the side of my face with kisses. “You did so good, angel, so good.” He squeezed me tighter, and the bed shook with the tremors racking his massive frame as he held me. “That’s my girl,” he rasped. “That’s my beautiful girl.”

He continued to hold me like that, smoothing his hands over me, kissing me. I could barely hold my eyes open, warmth spreading through me as I lay in his arms. I’d never felt more content or cherished—this connected to another person.

I fell asleep to the sound of his voice telling me I was his.

…

After dragging a brush through my hair, I headed outside to find Eli. Four days had passed since he took me to the trapper’s cabin, and we’d been living in our own little world since. I’d mostly ignored the phone and its constant ringing. Cassie had given up on trying to “talk sense” into me. Other than a visit from Garrett—and though he hadn’t said it out loud, he made it clear he was there to make sure I was still in one piece—we hadn’t seen anyone. They truly thought Elijah was capable of hurting me. As soon as Garrett had driven off, I’d flown into a rant. Eli had calmed me down. He always knew how to make me feel better. I’d come to rely on his calming presence. He just made everything right. We felt right together. I was never unsure around him. I knew that he cared about me, would never do or say anything that would cause me pain.

The truck was out front, but I didn’t see Eli right away. I headed over to it. We’d sold two horses the day we returned from our overnight getaway. Enough to cover the mortgage for a few months. Things were looking up, and after our meeting the other day, and several more horses going soon, I was actually starting to believe that everything would be okay. There was no way in hell I’d lose this ranch. And now, thanks to Eli’s hard work, that wouldn’t happen.

“What were you thinking about?”

Elijah’s deep voice rumbled behind me, and I spun to face him. He was in his usual jeans and a T-shirt, this time black. His cap was on backward, so I knew he’d been out with the horses. The man was gorgeous, made me tingle all over. Memories of what he’d done to me, what we’d done to each other—dirty promises whispered while he was moving inside me, promises of things to come—filtered through my mind. “I didn’t see you there.”

His lips tilted up on one side. “I noticed.” He moved in close and brushed the backs of his fingers over my cheek. “Why were you blushing?”

I squirmed. My ass cheeks still throbbed from last night. We’d been in the kitchen, Eli at the table while I made dinner. I’d said something about eating less, that I needed to lose a few pounds. He’d tugged me over to him, told me how beautiful I was and to never put myself down like that again. Then he’d thrown me over his knee and spanked me…then fucked me over the table.

When we finally sat down to eat, he’d watched me chew every bite, then took me to bed and made me come with his mouth as a reward. I squirmed again.

“I was…I was thinking about last night.”

Heat flashed through his eyes. “You’re not the only one.” He cupped one of my breasts, the move utterly possessive. He gently squeezed, rubbing his thumb over my instantly hard nipple. “Makes riding a horse damned uncomfortable.”