California Nights (Rich Boys of California Duet 1)

The look on his face was so raw. So intense. He was concentrating with everything he had. Meanwhile, I couldn’t control my thoughts at all.

Or my body…

A shudder tore through me as I peaked, my body clamping down on him. Clay kept going, pumping his cock into me a little faster. He grunted, a sexy as hell sound that only made me cum harder.

After that things got a little crazy. Clay was driving into me, so hard it should have hurt. Somehow it didn’t. Somehow, it was exactly what I needed.

More.

Deeper.

Harder.

I’d never felt anything like it. Or imagined anything like it. I was afraid suddenly that I was going to crave this for the rest of my life.

Crave him.

I watched hungrily as his muscles flexed above me. His face twisted as if he was in pain as he drove me to another orgasm. I was shaking as I felt his cock expand inside me, sending tingles through my body.

Then he came hard.

Inside me.

Without a condom.

I didn’t care. I should have been pissed but it felt too good. It felt too right.

Well, that’s just brilliant, Nevvie. Thank goodness you just started the pill.

But even so, I wasn’t sure if it was effective after just 48 hours.

Clay stared down at me, thrusting home, still coming.

As first times went, I was pretty sure this was off the charts.

He kissed me and rolled to the side, bringing me with him. His arms were around me as his cock slowly got a bit softer inside me. He seemed unwilling to let me go.

Finally, I pushed away and reached for my clothes. Clay sat up on his elbow, his hair adorably disheveled. I resisted the urge to tousle it. He’d already gotten what he wanted.

And in a way, so had I.

Too bad I wanted it for real.

I wanted him to be my boyfriend if I was honest with myself. But that wasn’t going to happen. Better to leave with my dignity intact.

“What are you doing?”

“I need to go.”

“Stay. I don’t want to lose you.”

I stared at him, utterly confused.

“I told you this was a one time thing. To get it out of our systems.”

I smiled at him to soften the blow. I could play it cool. That’s what was expected.

“Thank you by the way. It was a nice way to lose my virginity.”

He grabbed my hand.

“Nev, don’t go. I want to be with you. For real.”

My jaw must have dropped. I froze, my damp bikini bottoms on and nothing else.

“What do you mean?”

“I think I’m falling for you, Nevada. No–” He ran his hand through his hair and looked at me. “I know I am. Be my girlfriend, Nev.”

My heart started pounding in my chest. Of all the scenarios I’d played through my mind, this one had never ever made an appearance. He wanted to be with me? This had to be a line. Right?

I searched his face, looking for a sign that he was gaming me. Nothing. Not a trace.

He meant it, I realized. He meant every single word. A warm feeling spread through my chest at the earnest look on his face. I didn’t protest as he pulled me back down to the sofa.

He stroked my cheek softly as our bodies melted into each others. I felt his erection pressing into my stomach. He was hard again. And so help me, I was ready again, too.

He was kissing my neck, distracting me. But I had to ask him. I had to understand.

“I don’t get it. You never had a girlfriend before. Why me?”

“There’s nobody like you, Nev.”

He lifted his face, his blue eyes staring into mine.

“You’re the realest thing in my life, Nev… you always have been.”

And then he slowly drove me wild all over again.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Clay

It was the third night of mind blowing sex with Nevada. It still felt like the first time. I was just as desperate for her as I was that first night.

No. More.

Everything we did together felt so good. So right. So far tonight, I’d fed her strawberries and champagne. And done… other things.

Lots of other things.

She’d said just one night but I’d persuaded her otherwise. I had to make sure she was as addicted to me as I was to her. I had to make sure she kept coming back.

Tonight was special for another reason. This time I had her in the main house. In my bed.

Nobody was home. It was the only way I could convince her to come up here. But once she was in my bed, there was no way I was letting her out again.

Slowly, I was driving in and out of her quivering pussy. My cock felt so good inside her, it could have made me cry.

Yes, I said it.

Nevada Jones’ hot little pussy could make a grown man cry.

We’d already used the shower, the floor and the desk. Just as I’d imagined. Now I was taking her a third time, slow and steady, and face to face.