Seventh Heaven (Allendale Four 4)

Despite the late hour, the surprise, and lack of foreplay, it didn’t take either of us long to fall into a quick, savage rhythm. Her moans were loud, fueling my need and want. I slipped my fingers between us, helping her along, and she leaned back, hair dangling down her back, giving me an exquisite view of her body.

“Just like that,” she said, riding both my cock and hand. “Oh my god, Jax, just like that.”

Her jaw slacked and her breasts bounced and I clenched my jaw, keeping my composure. I almost came twenty times just watching her on top of me, feeling the love and lust that intensified as she got closer and closer to slipping over the edge. Her body shifted gears, slowing, and I rubbed easy circles around her bundle of nerves until she sucked in a breath and cried out, shattering from the inside out.

“Beautiful,” I said, watching her ride the wave. Her hips continued to roll, urging me on, and I grabbed the flesh of her thighs and pulled her to me. Her hands landed against my chest, rubbing my nipples beneath her palms.

“Does that feel good?”

“Yes,” I grunted.

“Do you want me to go harder?”

“Jesus, Heaven.” She leaned over me and slammed down. I wasn’t sure what her intentions were when she came in here, but now I was starting to think she wanted to kill me. Death by orgasm.

Yeah, I’d take it.

I held on as long as I could, but with a goddess riding on top of me, her hair long and spilling over her breasts and the sheer sight of her I succumbed, thrusting hard with a deep guttural moan. I pulled her to me as I came, kissing her senseless, wanting to be connected, share the same air, touch in as many places as possible.

When I was spent I fell back on the pillow, looking up at the woman above me. She hadn’t moved and I saw the small wisp of a smile toying on her lips.

“That was amazing,” I said.

“It really was.”

“I love you,” I told her, meeting my eyes to her. I could never say it enough.

She fell forward and wrapped her arms around me, still connected at the hips. “I love you too, Jackson Hall.”

I believed her and I was grateful as hell that she’d showed up in my room, but there was something off about this nighttime visit. Something that I’d follow up with in the morning, but for now I laid in the arms of my lover and held her tight, not wanting the moment to end.

12

Oliver

Thursday morning meant the four of us meet at six a.m. for a private session at the gym. The rest of the facility was open, but we had secure rooms for our high-profile clients. Really, we used the time to catch up, work out, and challenge one another like we always had.

Anderson was positioned under a large bench press, waiting as Jackson loaded the weights. Fifty pounds across both sides. I was on an identical one next to him and Hayden slid the same weight across the bar. We all moved into position. Me and Anderson lifting—the others spotting.

“You know the rules: first one to get to ten,” Jackson said.

I focused on my own weight, trying not to get distracted by the grunting and movement next to me. I lifted the bar and pushed up—the goal was ten. The first six came easy, but the final four were a struggle. I grunted and clenched my jaw. I felt the burn down my arms and across my chest as my muscles strained.

“Two more, dude, two more,” Hayden said watching closely, ready to grab the bar if I needed him. I heard Jackson encouraging Anderson. There was more on the line than pride. The loser had to buy drinks the next time we all went out—and the winner got to soak in Heaven’s attention, while the rest of us backed off for the night. I didn’t give a damn about the drinks, but I sure as hell wanted Heaven.

I pushed, struggling against the weight—moving forward with sheer determination. Hayden clapped behind me, a smile on his face, making me confident and giving me the boost I needed to get through to the last one.

“Ten!” Hayden shouted, at the same time as Jackson. I looked to the side and my elbows wobbled. “Fuck.” Hayden grabbed the bar out of my hands and lifted it over the rack. Exhausted and drenched in sweat, I looked over at Anderson. He looked as beat as I did.

Jackson shrugged. “It was a tie.”

“Are you serious?” Anderson asked skeptically. My boy didn’t like to lose—even by a tie.

“He’s right,” Hayden agreed.

Anderson and I looked at one another. He sighed and swung his legs over the bench to a sitting position. I did the same.

“So how do we want to handle this? Rematch?” he asked.