Ecstasy bloomed inside her as his expression shifted and he released the tight reins of his self-control. The lust in his brown eyes held her enthralled and he thrust powerfully, pumping every inch of his cock inside her on every stroke. Climax raced through her, bowing her back and drawing a feral cry from her lips as she was rendered insensible. The orgasm went on and on and on as he groaned and pounded her with his final thrusts and howled as his release finally came. He flexed against her, a blissful moan coming from his throat as she reveled in every sensuous move he made.
He buried his face in her neck and stayed there, bracing himself over her so she could breathe while pinning her completely from the waist down. That was fine by her. She couldn’t have moved if she’d wanted to. Her limbs felt like overcooked spaghetti as she stroked his perspiration-slicked back and kissed his shoulder. With their chests plastered together, she could easily feel the rapid pounding of his heart.
Eventually, he lifted his head enough to lay a row of kisses along her throat and her shoulder, then kissed her on the lips and looked into her eyes. Brushing her knuckles over his stubbly chin, she gazed up at him and could see the tumult in his eyes. She felt it in her soul too. But neither of them spoke of it. She was barely reining in the tears that wanted to creep into her eyes.
You’ve been here how many days? Three? You really thought you could keep this casual? Temporary? And she could see in his eyes that her heart wasn’t the only one being risked.
He kissed her one last time, and then very slowly pulled from her, groaning as her swollen pussy grasped at him. If he wasn’t so heavy, and needing to dispose of the condom, she’d have stayed with him like that all night. Her heart yearned for it. Julián swept the covers over them and then both men turned out the lights. Her heart pounded as they cuddled close—Chris with his big hand resting over her hip facing her, with Julián spooned behind her, her derriere against his lap so she could feel that his cock was hard again. He pressed his lips to her temple in the dark and whispered, “Sleep, love. We’ll wake you in the morning.” He settled an arm around her torso, resting his hand over her breasts, above her heart.
The words were on the tip of her tongue waiting to be said, but she merely nodded and whispered, “Thank you both. Sweet dreams.” It was a long time before she finally fell asleep snuggled between them.
* * * *
“I don’t see what the big deal is. It’s just New Year’s Eve. You act like it’s the Spanish Inquisition or something.” Gwen’s voice was muted as she bent over, standing in their pantry, removing potatoes from the sack on the bottom shelf. She’d just completed her first successful day at the Wilson Ranch and wanted to cook supper for them.
Unable to resist, Chris snuck up behind her and pressed his groin to her outstretched ass.
“Chris!” she gasped and then giggled as he grasped her hips and pulled her back to him tighter. “Is sex all you ever think about?”
“Nope. I think about you nekkid in the shower. Spread nekkid on the bed. And lately, nekkid and bent over that kitchen island. You?” All she had to do was bend over and he was instantly hard.
Gwen was snickering and her cheeks were bright red as she turned, potatoes in hand, and came out of the pantry and put them in the sink. “You’re incorrigible.”
“I’ve heard that before.”
“From women?”
Chris shook his head. “No, mostly the school principal and my mom.”
“Speaking of family, what’s so bad about going to see them?”
“Nothing, as far as I’m concerned. But I’m used to them, and so is Julián…mostly.”
“I think it was nice of your mom to invite us for supper on New Year’s Eve. I would love to meet your family.”
“All two hundred of them.”
“You’re exaggerating.”
“I’m trying to warn you. The grapevine between Divine and Junction is swift. When she invited me and Julián, she specifically asked that I bring you. I haven’t even had a chance to tell her about you. This is an inspection.” He’d heard that “I’ll be the judge of whether or not she’s good enough for my baby” tone in his mom’s voice before he’d hung up. He wasn’t ready for Gwen to be grilled like that.
Gwen laid her hands on Chris’s beefy shoulders. “Honey, I’ve been competing for ten years against riders who wanted the trophies and titles every bit as much as I did. I’ve developed nerves of steel and a skin as thick as a rhinoceros’s. What has you so worried?”