Dump and Chase (Nashville Assassins Next Generation 1)

But I don’t care.

When I come, I come so hard, I feel like I was knocked into next week. My heart is in my throat, and I’m pretty sure I can’t move. My legs are trembling, and my heart is knocking so hard it hurts. Aiden kisses my thighs, my hips, before dipping his tongue into my belly button. I open my eyes and take in his gorgeous body. I couldn’t see it well earlier, but now, with the moon shining in on us, he’s spectacular. He’s rippled with muscle. Such defined shoulders, thick biceps, and a set of abs that could wash nine loads of laundry. He has those crazy dips at his waist that I’ve read make girls stupid, and I can now confirm that’s a fact.

I feel dizzy.

He must have been looking me over also, because when our eyes meet, we both seem pretty damn satisfied. He takes me by the back of my knee and pushes it up against the mattress. He grips his engorged cock, and my eyes widen when I realize what he is doing. I press my hand into his rock-hard stomach, and our eyes meet again.

“Whoa, buddy. Where is the condom?”

He draws his brows in. “I’m clean.”

“So? I don’t know that, and you also don’t know that I’m clean—though I am.”

He looks so offended. “Usually, the girls Chris brings don’t make me wear one.”

Now, I’m offended. “Well, I’m not like these other girls you keep bringing up.”

He blinks, and I narrow my eyes. “You’re sure the hell not.”

He bites his lip as one side of his mouth quirks up. It’s so charming in a way that hits me right in the gut and makes it easier for me to ignore the fact that he keeps mentioning all these girls Chris brings. I’m gonna have to ask about that. I forget all about that though when Aiden lies across my stomach to rummage in his bedside drawer. I watch as he rips a condom from the pack and then sits back on his haunches. He tears the condom package with his teeth before sheathing himself with the rubber.

When he looks back down at me, heat has crept up his neck into his face. “How do you like it?”

I lick my lips. “How do you mean?”

“Hard, slow. Tell me what you want.” He moves his fingers up my leg, wrapping them around my knee.

The side of my mouth lifts as I run my hands down his arms. I’ve never had someone ask me that. “How do you want it?”

“I just want you,” he says roughly, and then he pushes into me in one hard thrust. His appreciative groan is loud, matching my own moan as he falls on top of me. I let my eyes fall shut, digging my head into the bed and making my shoulders lift off the mattress. I press my breasts into his thick, hot chest as he pulls out of me and pushes back in, harder this time, taking my breath away. He grips my hips in his hands, shifting them up, and goes deeper inside me, filling me completely. His knees are under my ass as he starts to pound into me, my lust-filled cries echoing off the walls of the room.

“Hell, I love your ass.”

I thought things were too hot for me to laugh, but I find myself giggling. I open my eyes as he licks at my breast. “Want to hit it from behind?”

He lifts his head, his hair falling into his eyes. “Yes. Yes, I would.”

“Be my guest.”

I don’t even get to take in my next breath before he has me on my stomach, lifting my hips so that he can enter me from behind. I didn’t think he could go deeper, but he does, his hips slamming into my ass with each thrust. He molds my ass with his hands as he continues to thrust into me, each jerk pushing me forward into the headboard. Since I don’t want to hit my head, I hold on to it as he continues his massive pounding.

It’s glorious.

When I feel his hands in my hair—or, more accurately, my wig—my hands come up to stop him, but all that does is push me forward into the pillows.

“Oh, it’s a wig?”

“For the love of Pete.” I reach up, pulling off my wig and the cap and letting my hair out of its low bun. “Yeah, I didn’t have time to do my hair.”

I hear the fake crown on the wig hit something, and I assume he just threw it on the floor. When I look over my shoulder at him, he’s grinning. “I bet you’re still hot.”

“Can’t see me?” The room is dark, but I can still see him in the light of the moon.

He shrugs. “Not really, but it’s okay. I know what I’ve got.”