“Yes,” she hissed, squeezing him until his view of her supple back splintered with embers from the fire. Except this one was in his head, enveloping everything.
Groaning, he lifted his hips and buried himself balls-deep. Staring at himself embedded in her body, feeling the incredible sensation of being cradled by her damp heat, snatched away the control he had left. Her thighs and ass flexed as she rode him, her nails digging into his knees while she bounced. Somehow she reached down to roll her thumb over his sac, and he cursed, rewarding her with a slow swivel of his hips as he drove home again and again.
“God, you feel so…”
“Yeah.” There were no words, especially when their harsh breathing and unintelligible grunts filled the room.
Still, a noise distantly reached his ears. A thump. Once, twice. Kylie never seemed to notice.
With his nerve endings scraped raw, his muscles taut like piano wire, he glanced at the foggy front door. They’d been doing enough heavy breathing to permanently cloud the glass. But with one glimpse of the hulking shadow on the opposite side of the pane, he knew who was watching them.
“Kylie,” he murmured, running his hand up her damp back. She shivered under his touch, but she only moved faster, taking him into her body hard enough that he groaned with each pass.
“Fuck me.” The words were a moan. “Make me not remember anymore.”
Did she know Rob was there? He couldn’t see her face, didn’t know if her eyes were closed. But he couldn’t stay silent. She had to know—
“Kylie—” He gritted his teeth and tried to speak through the intense pleasure hammering his system. She was so excited that their bodies separated and joined with delirious ease, the wet sounds of their passion one more thrill.
She rubbed her clit, her fingers skimming his dick every time he forged in and out. “Oh, yeah. Right there.” Her scream almost tore him in two, but the follow-up of her release soaking his cock finished him off. “So good.” She moved faster, milking her climax for all it was worth. “God, I love fucking you,” she panted.
“Oh, yeah, baby. Drench me.”
He surged up again, muscles straining, his gaze ping-ponging between their unwelcome observer and her sweet, undulating body. The anger inside him climbed right along with the need until his expelled breaths scalded his throat.
She’s mine, you bastard. Watch while I show you. While I make her come like you never did and never will…
“I can’t take it.” She pulsed around him, white-hot and tight, urging him to let go. “Justin, please.”
His orgasm roared through him, so overwhelming and all-consuming his vision blackened and his body numbed. Even as she held on to his legs, something inside him ripped free. He shuddered again and again, adrift in the ecstasy she’d brought him.
Finally lucidity returned. As his eyes opened, he saw Kylie slumped against his updrawn legs, her back glistening with sweat. She rubbed her cheek against his skin and murmured softly, but he didn’t hear what she said. His gaze was on the man who’d yet to leave the front stoop. Though he couldn’t see his face, his fury might as well have flattened the door blocking his entry.
Time to face the dickweed he’d wanted to throttle since last night.
“Kylie,” he whispered, but she’d already heard the sudden renewed pounding at the door, along with her bellowed name.
Her lax, loose form stiffened. He hated watching her shoulders brace, hated even more when she slid off him and drew herself to her feet. A
flash of pain crossed her face as she rubbed the bruise on her thigh and flexed her legs. Her muscles had to be trembling from the position she’d just been in, but she quickly began to dress.
“I’ll handle him.”
“We’ll handle him,” he corrected, standing to pull on his jeans. “You aren’t alone anymore.”
She shot him an impatient glance, then hurried toward the front door, flinging it open just as Justin reached her. “Rob, we’re a little busy,” she began, but Justin only saw the lifted fist in the air, coming down in slow motion toward her gorgeous face.
No fucking way. Not again. Not in his home. Not Kylie.
His brain didn’t engage, but his body sure did. He pushed her out of the way and flew out the open door into the blinding snow, his forward motion driving him into the huge man dominating the stoop. Rob had to be six feet three and two fifty at least, but the size mismatch didn’t slow Justin for an instant.
The fucker was going to pay.
“You like to hit women? You like to hurt them to get your rocks off?” Justin gripped Rob’s shoulders and shoved him back, propelling them both down the two steps. A thin layer of ice glazed the snow, making maintaining his footing difficult when the other guy decided to shove back.
“Hit women? Are you crazy? I’ve never hit my woman.” Rob clearly didn’t have the same reservations about hitting him, however, because one of his meaty paws plowed into Justin’s cheek before he could duck.
“Rob! Justin! Are you two fucking nuts?” Kylie hurtled between them, her face a pale mask of anger and fear. She grabbed both men’s shirtfronts, but Justin nudged her firmly out of the way before returning the gift he’d just received.