Page 124 of The Bitterroot Inn (Jamison Valley 5)
My hands ran up his hard chest and up his neck, pulling him closer and deeper. He bent so I could get my arms wrapped around the back of his shoulders and my chest pressed flush to his.
I’d missed kissing this man. His taste. His smell. The way he’d groan into my mouth. I’d missed it all.
As our tongues twisted and dueled, his hands wrapped around my waist, sliding down to my ass to squeeze hard through my jeans. I moaned into his mouth, wanting more as he pulled me into his erection.
I slanted my head, wanting a new angle to suck on his bottom lip, but he broke away, leaving me panting as I wiped my lips dry.
“Turn around,” he ordered.
I immediately obeyed, bracing my hands on the cold cement at my face.
Hunter’s hands came to my jeans and popped the top button, then hastily unzipped the seam. With one jerk, he yanked down my pants and panties, letting the cool air bite into my bare skin.
His warm breath tickled my earlobe when he bent down to whisper, “I’m going to fuck you right here so that you remember that neither of us is single. Got it?”
My pussy clenched. God, I missed his dirty words too.
“Got it?” he repeated, his hoarse voice vibrating against my neck.
I was so turned on, all I could do was nod.
It was noisy above us but I could still hear the sound of him unzipping his fly. His hands came to my hips, tipping them up so he could position that thick cock right at my entrance before he thrust inside on one hard stroke.
A loud moan escaped my lips as he filled me completely.
His arms left my hips to band around my chest. “Fuck, Maisy. You feel so good.”
I arched higher.
“Harder,” I pleaded. He was holding back, not giving me everything, and I wanted it all. I wanted him to come undone when I did and lose himself in my body.
“I’m not going to last long, baby.”
I shook my head. “Me neither.” Just the fact that Hunter was fucking me while hundreds of people were sitting above us had me trembling already. As soon as he unleashed, I’d go right over the edge.
He kissed my neck gently and stood back. His big hands came back to my hips and hoisted me up so my toes were barely skimming the ground as he hammered me in long, hard jolts. Perfect fucking.
The angle was so right, my head fell forward. “Oh, fuck,” I breathed.
“You are all mine.” Hunter’s voice echoed off the cement wall at my face. “Got it?”
I nodded and turned my head so I could moan into my arm.
“Say it, Maisy.”
“I’m all yours,” I breathed.
“Fuck yes, you are. And who owns this cock?” He rammed it in hard and stayed rooted. “Who?”
I gasped. “I do.”
“That’s right.” He slid back out and started pounding again.
Above us the stands erupted in cheers as the game kicked off. My orgasm hit at that exact moment so I could cry out as I came. Pulse after pulse, my hands fisted on the cement wall, my arms shaking as I exploded long and hard. With my pussy squeezing him tight, Hunter fucked me even harder.
“Maisy,” he groaned as he came, his rough voice sending a tingle down my rubber arms. I sagged into the wall when he collapsed into my back. His arms left my hips and came back to my chest to hold me while we both recovered.
“Oh my god,” I muttered. “I can’t believe we just did that.”
