Real Men Will (Donovan Brothers Brewery 3)

Yes. Yes, she wanted it hard and rough, and he was still filled with that dark joy and that jealousy and that need to have more of her. Their bodies slapped together as he pulled her leg higher and thrust hard and fast.

When Beth reached a hand down to rub her clit, Eric slowed so he could watch, but he kept a steady rhythm, watching as his shaft worked in and out of her and her fingers desperately circled her clit.

Her muscles squeezed him tighter. “Just…” she whispered. “Just a little more. Please. Just…”

One second, he told himself as his blood surged hard into his dick. Just one second and he could—

“Oh, God,” she screamed. Her hips surged up to meet his, shaking against him as he thrust. Her nails clawed into his arm, deep enough that he grunted, perfect enough that he felt himself seizing up, and then it all crashed into him and he came in a nearly painful release. The most intense orgasm of his life. It surged over and over until he could hardly breathe.

As his senses began to return, he realized that a bead of sweat was rolling down his jaw, his knees were killing him and his arm burned where Beth had scratched him. And she couldn’t be too comfortable against the cold tile of the entryway. But she looked like something beautiful and wild, stretched out, her eyes closed, sweat shimmering against her brow as she panted.

Eric leaned down and pressed a kiss to her damp neck. “Hey. You okay?”

“Mmm,” she moaned, not moving a muscle.

He slid out of her body, wincing at the sensation against his overloaded nerves. He winced again when he forced himself up, his knees screaming at the movement. But every twitch of discomfort was a sweet reminder of what they’d done.

After disposing of the rubber, Eric zipped up and crouched down next to Beth. “Come on. I’ll help you up.”

She shook her head, and what the hell could he do but smile with self-satisfaction? She still wore her shiny red heels, and not one other thing except for the finger marks he’d left on her thigh. He touched the marks carefully, but she didn’t grimace.

“You really know how to make a guy gloat, you know that?”

/> She finally opened her eyes. “You deserve to gloat,” she said as she reached up to his outstretched hand.

“Come on. I’ll tuck you in.”

“Oh.” She blinked, but then nodded and stood up as he tugged her.

“Unless you want me to stay?”

“No, you should go. You’ve had quite the evening, what with that impromptu family dinner.”

“I’ll stay,” he insisted, but she shook her head.

“Go.”

Jesus, he’d really screwed this up. But what could he do? He was still wearing his shoes and jeans. All he had to do was slip on his shirt. And Beth had toed off her heels and was switching off lights. She moved slowly, at least. Deliberately. As if her knees weren’t quite steady.

“I’m off tomorrow,” he said, his heart tripping against his ribs with the risk of putting himself out there. “Let me stay?”

Beth’s hand touched the wall and she held it there as if she needed the support when she met his eyes. “You’re sure?”

Thank God. “Yeah. I’m sure.”

“All right then. Come to bed.”

He picked up his shirt and grabbed her clothes as well, then followed her down the hallway that already felt familiar, and his body relaxed as if he were coming home.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

SHE WOKE TO THE SOUND of a phone ringing. Not her phone. Beth opened her eyes just as she felt the bed dip. The soft slide of fabric against skin was unmistakable in the quiet room.

“Hello?” Eric said in a low voice. “Yes, I’m fine.”

Beth thought she heard the notes of a woman talking on the other end of the line.

“No, I’m still in bed,” he murmured. “Yes, I’m alone. I’m not talking strangely…. Because I have a headache, that’s why.”