Always Enough (Meet Me in Montana 2)

What did I say to him, though, when this night was over? I was afraid of spooking him, and I didn’t even know the words to avoid it.

Ty pulled out of me and rolled over, drawing in one long breath after another. I could see his heart beating rapidly with each rise of his chest. I rolled onto my side and placed my hand over his heart. He laid his hand over mine, and that gesture nearly sealed my freaking fate.

“You ruined me for all other men, you know that? Five orgasms?”

He smiled. “I don’t like odd numbers.”

My brows drew in. “Huh?”

Ty rolled over, giving me a sexy smirk as he pushed me back onto the bed, his dick still semihard as he pushed in and out a few times, then pulled all the way out. “You need one more to make it six.”

I laughed. “I’m exhausted, Ty. There is no way—”

His hand went between my legs, and he groaned when he slipped his fingers inside. “That’s so fucking hot, my cum between your legs. I’ve never had sex without a condom before, and I think you might have broken my dick, because I don’t think I can ever use protection again.”

I chuckled.

Okay. So he oddly didn’t seem to be freaked out about the no-condom thing. Had he assumed I was on the pill? It was irresponsible for both of us to let things get carried away like that, but right now, his fingers moving inside me were making all my worries slip away.

“Oh my . . . ,” I panted.

“I want to taste you again.”

My eyes snapped open. “You just came inside me, Ty. With no condom on—which, by the way, we should probably talk about.”

He winked. “We will, after I make you come again.”

Moving over me, he pressed his cock against me.

“Have you been bit by some super-sex-powered spider, because there is no way you could be hard again.”

Laughing, he pushed inside me. “He hasn’t gone down yet.”

My eyes widened in pleasant surprise. Oh yes, my vagina was going to need more of his super-powered cock.

Each thrust inside of me had my body aching for another release. This was insane. I was exhausted. My orgasm maker had to be out of order after five.

Then he reached between us, his thumb making soft circles around my clit, and I moaned in delight.

“Come again, Kaylee.”

“O-okay,” was the only word I managed to get out between heavy pants.

And boy did I come. Ty watched me the entire time. His blue eyes smoldering with something that looked a hell of a lot more intense than lust.

That’s when it happened. The moment I knew. With his eyes locked on mine as I whispered his name. “Ty.”

He smiled and whispered, “That’s it, princess, come for me.”

I gave him what he asked for . . . and then stupidly fell head over heels in love with him.

I am so fucked.

When my body had finally settled, Ty pulled out of me. “God, you are so beautiful when you come. It takes my breath away.”

He kissed me so passionately I almost wanted to cry, and then he crawled out of my bed.

“Let me get something to clean you up with.”

Tears pricked at the back of my eyes. No man had ever treated me like that before. Not even John. Sex with him was good, but when he came, he pulled off the condom, tossed it in the trash, and slipped on his clothes and went about his business while I made my way to the bathroom to clean up. After-sex with him was uneventful. No holding me, no kisses, no telling me how beautiful I looked when I came.

My head was spinning. I needed to stop comparing John with Ty. What in the hell was wrong with me?

Ty walked back into my room from the bathroom, his naked body on full display as if he didn’t have a care in the world. I sure as hell didn’t mind. He was a beautiful specimen. He had scars on his body that made him even more beautiful. The one on his leg was the most beautiful of all, but I knew in his mind he didn’t look at that particular scar the same as he did the others. Maybe some were prizes from bulls he had ridden and beaten, or some that had beaten him. Not that one scar, though. That one spoke volumes. I knew it was a reminder of what he had lost.

His muscles were defined, and the way they moved when he did . . . Lord, I could come for the seventh time if I thought too hard about it.

He crawled onto the bed, spread my legs open, and stared at me like my vagina was some masterpiece of art that hung in a famous museum. The way it made me feel was incredible. I should have been embarrassed, but I wasn’t. I loved the way Ty looked at me. The way he studied my body, learned what I liked during sex and what I didn’t like. Almost as if he was planning on doing all this again. Which I most certainly would be down for.