Page 65 of Ruck Me Harder

I let her win. I’ll always let her win.

Sliding my hand down her spine, I flip her onto her back and drive deep inside of her. Her legs wrap around my waist, holding me close.

My hand closes around her ankle, drawing it over my shoulder until her leg is hooked behind my neck. She’s folded nearly in half, her breasts pressed tight to my chest as I thrust into her in a steady, punishing pace. The bed frame bangs into the wall over and over, punctuating each thrust with a loud thud.

Sweat slides down my back. The room is heavy with the scent of sex and her perfume, a light, fruity scent that I can’t get enough of.

I slide my hand down her flank and around to her spine, then down to her ass. I grab a solid handful and she nips at my lips, never giving up. She might win this battle, but I’ll win the war for her heart.

My fingers dig into her ass cheek, creeping inward. I’ve barely touched her back entrance when she explodes around me, squeezing my cock until I detonate. My release barrels into me, nearly bowling me over. My vision goes black and I think I stop breathing.

As I come down from my high, I become aware of her arms holding me close. I pull out of her and bury my face in her neck, breathing hard. Her heart is pounding against mine, an answering echo.

Vivienne’s hand runs through my sweaty hair, pushing back the messy strands. I lift myself up enough to kiss her and she smiles against my lips.

“I think we were a little loud.” She looks inordinately pleased with herself.

Pulling myself off her, I make my way to the bathroom to deal with the condom and clean up. When I return to the bed with a wet washcloth, she’s drawing the now sweaty, soiled comforter off the bed.

I pull her into my arms, breathing her in. I still can’t believe that I get to hold her like this, that she’s let me into her life.

Helping her clean up, I drag the wet cloth over her skin, taking care with the bruises on her hips and the reddened beard burn on her chest.

When we climb into the bed, she immediately burrows into me, her arms around my waist and her head on my chest.

“I think I like this,” she says.

“Oh?”

“Staying at your house.” She looks up at me. “I don’t know if your siblings will like it very much.”

“They can deal with it.” I kiss the tip of her nose. “I like having you here.” In my bed, yes, but also in my kitchen and also in my world. She’s burrowed her way into my heart.

“I like being here.” She lets out a yawn. “Tomorrow is going to suck.”

“Sorry.” I’m not sorry for keeping her up late. Not when it’s so enjoyable for the both of us.

She yawns again. “You’ll have to make it up to me.”

I kiss the top of her head. “Anytime.”

twenty-seven

. . .

Viv

Kiana takes one look at me in the locker room and bursts out laughing.

“What?” I ask, turning to look behind me. There’s nobody else there.

“Damn, girl,” my so-called best friend says. “You got laid.”

My face heats. “Shut up.”

“You’re covered in love bites,” Grace chimes in. “I’d ask if he tried to eat your entire face, but I’m seeing the proof right now.”

“Oh, he ate plenty,” I blurt, then cover my face. “I didn’t say that.”