Always Enough (Meet Me in Montana 2)

“Oh, baby, I can deliver as many orgasms as you can stand.”

With a wink as her legs wrapped around my body tighter, she replied, “Let the counting begin.”

Chapter Thirteen

KAYLEE

On my knees, my hands gripping the sheets as Ty took me from behind, I was on my way to my fourth—yes, fourth—orgasm. The man was like the damn Energizer Bunny. His stamina was unbelievable. The way he knew how to make love. How to fuck. My God, it was mind blowing. I’d never had sex this hot. One minute he was sweet and gently making love to me, pulling a long, blissful orgasm out of me; then he was flipping me over and fucking me from behind, building up another orgasm that I knew was going to pick me up and throw me right on over the ledge.

“Ty!” I cried out. “I’m so close. God, I need . . . I need . . .”

He leaned over and kissed my back while he moved his hand to my clit. I wasn’t sure what he did—pinched my clit, rubbed it? Hell, whatever he’d done, I fell. Hard.

Stars exploded in the room, and I thought for sure the bed had spun out of control. I was having another orgasm, this one with my entire body shaking. I could feel my insides contracting and squeezing his cock. What was it about sex with Ty that made everything ten times more intense?

“Fuuuck. I’m going to come,” Ty said in a gravelly voice.

Then he pulled out, and I whimpered in protest.

“Turn over,” he commanded. I quickly did as he asked.

He pushed back inside me, and it dawned on me what he was doing. He wanted to come while he looked into my eyes. His gaze met mine—and I couldn’t believe what was happening.

I was about to come again. No freaking way.

“Ty, I’m coming again. Sweet Mary, mother of Jesus, you have a magical dick!”

He moved faster, a smile on his face that quickly turned to something more serious as his own orgasm drew near. He laced his fingers with mine and pushed them into the mattress. His weight on mine was both punishing and unbelievably blissful. We moved together in perfect harmony, as if we were made for each other. I knew he felt it too.

I hadn’t been with a whole lot of men, but I wasn’t inexperienced either. Sex with Ty had ruined me for any other. It had erased all past lovers from my memory forever, and all future ones—well, they were simply screwed. I felt something deep within me that I wasn’t sure how to describe. It felt like a part of my soul had been missing, until now.

Then he said my name, and it made my heart feel like it was going to explode inside my chest.

“Kaylee.”

God, it was so sweet sounding, yet it fell from his lips like he needed to say it in order to even breathe.

Damn it all to hell. Do not fall for him, Kaylee. You can’t.

“Baby, I’m going to come.”

“Yes!” I cried out, feeling him get bigger inside of me as my fifth orgasm still rolled through my body.

He pressed his mouth to mine and poured himself inside me.

The moment Ty had first pushed into me, then looked at me with panic in his eyes, I realized he hadn’t put on a condom. The feeling of us connected as one, the emotions running rampant in my mind; I couldn’t have made him pull out if I’d tried. And truth be told, I didn’t care. I wanted him. All of him.

And his words to me before he pushed inside were still rattling around in my head. He wasn’t looking for a relationship. This was a one-night thing. He didn’t do commitment.

Ty buried his face in my neck, his breaths coming fast and hard. My body was deliciously sore, and I knew I would feel him for days. That made my lower stomach tighten with the need to have more of him. I was greedy like that: it had been years, after all.

When he didn’t move off me right away, I ran my fingertips softly over his back. I wanted him to stay like this, stay inside of me forever, but I knew that fantasy wasn’t going to come true. Ty was tormented by something, something he hid from everyone he loved. I wanted desperately for him to let me in, but I knew one romp in my bed wasn’t going to do it. He would soon drift out of the postsex fog and leave my bedroom, probably never looking back, now that he’d scratched the itch to have sex with me. That thought caused my eyes to build with tears.

Would he go back to treating me like a friend? Would he want to hook up again? God, I hoped so, because my vagina was going to demand more playtime with his dick. I could force myself to ignore my feelings for him. A friends-with-benefits arrangement sounded good to me.