Page 66 of Love Expert

“Wait—”

I slam inside anyway, and I fold over her delicious body, clapping my hand over her lips to trap her cry right here with us and not out there, where guests mingle and nosy folks hope for a snippet of juicy gossip. “Fuck!” I draw myself back, then charge forward until her thighs hit the vanity door with a thud. “You feel so fucking good.” I slip my fingers into her mouth and watch her hungrily suckle. She licks her own pleasure off my fingertips, groaning because she fucking likes it, and when I fill her again, I dig my fingers deeper and thrill in the sensation of her throat closing around my digits. “I’ve dreamed of this, Magnolia. More times than I can count.” I pull out to the tip, then I charge forward—thud!Her thighs hit the vanity door. “You found another Billy while we were apart.”Thud!“You gave yourself to me. Your first time. Your most vulnerable time.”Thud!I drag my palm along the valley of her spine, kneading themuscles as I move, and teasing her asshole when I reach the puckered entrance.Thud!“You cried my name and thought of me.”

“Yes,” she pants. She fucking cries out each time I fill her pretty pussy and her ass bounces with the impact. “I thought of you. Of the version of you I thought you were.” She drops her head, groaning and breathless. “Not the Billy I met the night I came to town.”

I choke out a pained laugh and circle her asshole with my thumb. “I’m sorry for that guy. He’s an asshole when something scares him. And you, delicious Magnolia—” I drop a line of spit onto her ass and use it to lubricate the pad of my thumb. My thighs burn, and my balls scream for relief. My stomach clenches, and then, as I slip my thumb inside and her pussy grips me impossibly tight, I throw my head back and snarl. “Fuck! You scare me most of all. Now come on my cock.” I smack her ass and ride her over the edge. “Explode on me, Magnolia.”

ROUND TWENTY-FIVE

MAGGIE

“Are you okay?” Billy presses a gentle kiss to my left shoulder blade, his heart pounding against my back as our breaths whistle in sync, and outside this room, Ramone’s house party pulses with music and chattering friends.

At my silence, he moves across and kisses my right shoulder blade. “Magnolia?”

“Mmhm.” Weak, I lay uncomfortably against cold porcelain and allow the vanity to take all of my weight. My body hurts all over. My hips sing, no doubt bruised from the edge of the stone countertop, and my legs tingle with pins and needles. My pussy aches, and my throat feels scratchy from overuse. But I tilt my head to the side, resting my cheek on my bicep, and meet his tender eyes in the mirror. “I’m okay.”

His lips quirk into a smile. It’s smug and entirely too similar to the arrogance he wears when we argue, but the soft sweep of his fingertips on my back makes the smugness less potent. “You look like all my filthy dreams right now. Skirt up, ass out.” He releases a throaty grunt. “Your pussy wrapped around my cock.” He drags his tongue along the valley of my spine, which somehow makes my toes curl and my brain circle around intrusive thoughts.Can we do it again? So soon?“Did I hurt you?”

“Little bit.”

He straightens behind me, his eyes widening.

“But the good kind of hurt,” I rasp. “The kind of hurt that feels amazing.”Sleepy now, I simply allow my eyes to drift closed. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

Snorting, he brings his hand down to my ass and rubs soothing circles where he hit. “I liked it.”

“Mm. Me too. This was way better than fighting with you all the time.”

He chuckles, the bounce of his body knocking against mine. “Agreed. And to think, all those times we stood on our respective lawns and took shots at each other, we could’ve been doing this.”

“Hindsight,” I sigh.

A knock on the bathroom door destroys my relaxed state, my eyes swinging open and my torso coming off the porcelain.

“Anyone in there?” Ramone’s voice makes my heart skip, then another knock brings my eyes to Billy’s in the mirror. “Hello?”

“Ah… yep.” Billy clears his throat, gently sliding out of me and dragging my skirt down to cover my ass. “It’s me. I’ll be out in a sec.”

“You okay?” Another knock. “You’ve been in there awhile. If you’re puking or something, make sure you clean the damn mess up.”

“I’m not puking, dickhead!” He snatches up my panties, which aren’t panties at all—they’re swimsuit bottoms. Setting them on the counter beside my hand, he goes to work peeling his condom off and tying a knot in the end. “I can use the bathroom without your supervision, Ramone. Go away.”

Oh God.

Oh God.

Oh God.

I step into my underwear with frenzied movements, yanking the smooth fabric over my tender backside and dragging my denim skirt down to cover everything that needs covering. Billy drops his condom in the trashcan and whips his boxers and jeans up properly, then he refastens the button and fixes his belt.

“Relax.” He washes his hands and slaps the faucet off again. Without drying them, he turns to me and drags his palms over my face, over my cheeks and lips, so when my vision is clear again, he smiles down at me. The real kind of smile. The smile of a boy I once knew. “You still look beautiful. You still appear respectable.” He leans in and nibbles on my lips. “You’re still my favorite person to bicker with.”

“Dude!” Ramone knocks again. “Let’s go! I’ve gotta piss, too.”

A pained whimper rolls along my throat. “He’s gonna know.”

“He’s been angling for this since the day I almost arrested you.” Billy dives in, his tongue darting forward to tap against mine. His breathscorches my lungs. He makes it so he’s all I can see. All I can taste. Feel. Know. Then he breaks our kiss with a hungry gasp and rests his forehead on mine. “He hosted this whole fucking barbecue purely to push me and you together for a day.”