Always You (Adair Family 3)

Her wish was my command.

I fucked her like there was no tomorrow, gritting my teeth against the desperate need to come.

“Arro, come, darlin’,” I demanded. “Come for me.” I released her hips to reach over her and hold her hands down as I kept thrusting. “It’s me and you, Arro,” I growled impatiently in her ear. “Together. Like we’ve always wanted. Come on my cock, darlin’. Come around me hard.”

And just like that, she stiffened against my firm hold and cried out as she throbbed around me in the tightest fucking euphoric tugs. So hard, my vision went white as I flooded the condom with the hardest release of my goddamn life.

My whole body hummed.

It was like I was elsewhere on another pleasure plane where all I could feel and smell was Arrochar.

“Mac …” Her voice filtered through, drawing me back to the world. Then her laughter. “Mac, you’re heavy.”

Realization dawned, and I opened my eyes.

I still leaned on Arro as she propped herself against the counter.

Huffing out a cursed apology, I eased off her and reluctantly pulled out. I pulled up my trousers and underwear but didn’t zip.

“You okay?”

Arro turned around, looking a little shell-shocked. “I think … I thought my heart was going to explode.” She reached down to kick off her knickers and then smoothed her skirt over her thighs. Her gaze dropped to me as I rolled off the condom and tied it. Impossibly, I was still semihard, which held her attention as I crossed the room to bin the condom. “Mac?”

I didn’t bother tucking myself back in. I wasn’t done. Taking hold of her hand, I said, “Leave the coffee.”

“Again?” she asked, wide-eyed, before I led her toward her bedroom.

“It would seem you make my cock think it’s eighteen again,” I teased. Her delighted laughter made me so happy, I could barely bloody stand it.

Once in her bedroom, I undressed her. She stood before me, half naked, her nipples jutting proudly from her perky tits. Absolutely no shyness in my Arro. I whipped off my shirt and threw it with hers on the floor.

“Mackennon,” Arro whispered, stepping into me to caress my arms and then my stomach, which contracted at her touch. “In the kitchen … that was … different, right?” She looked up at me, still stunned.

I understood the feeling. Drawing her close, I nodded. “I’ve never come like that in my life.”

“You said things.” She bit her lip against a smile.

Grinning, I nodded. “I did. And you enjoyed them.”

“I’ve never … no one’s ever talked to me like that in bed, but … I liked it. A lot.”

Chuckling, I drew my hands around her waist and upward to cup her tits. She moaned, her hair falling down over my arms. “Look at you”—I nibbled at her mouth—“so fucking gorgeous.”

Needing her naked, I stripped off her skirt and enjoyed the way she hungrily watched as I removed the rest of my clothes.

“Mac,” she said, chest heaving as she devoured me. “You’re so sexy, it might kill me.”

I gave a bark of pleased laughter and then hauled her nakedness against mine. She was soft and warm against all my hard edges. “What do you want to do next?”

Arro seemed surprised by the question.

I smiled wickedly. “I’ve gotten my way the first few times. Now it’s your turn.”

She squirmed excitedly against me. “I want you to let me have my way with you.”

“Meaning?”

“Lie on the bed and don’t touch me until I say so.”