Knowing there was no way she would risk getting pregnant, she ran for the bedroom and retrieved the packet. She ripped it open and rolled it down his straining shaft before resuming her position, straddling him, his cock at her opening, and sliding down.
They groaned in unison, his gaze meeting hers, the connection intimate as he entered her, thick and pulsing, filling her completely.
“Ride me, beautiful.”
At his words, her heart caught in her throat, but she did as he said, lifting herself up and falling back down on his erection. As she rose, his cock slid out, hitting every sensitive spot inside her, then struck again on the way back down. She rocked forward, her clit hitting his pubic bone, and sensation darted through her veins, feeling oh so good.
Instead of lifting herself up and down, she grabbed his shoulders and rolled back and forth, waves of arousal building inside her. Faster. Higher. He met her movement, rocking his hips in time to hers.
He slid his hand between them and rubbed her clit. Stars flickered behind her eyes.
“Look at me,” he said in that commanding voice he only used during sex, his hand, as usual, wrapped in her hair.
She immediately complied, their gazes locked intimately on one another. He pressed hard on her clit, and she flew apart, ripples vibrating through her as she cried out his name. He continued his upward thrusts, until he, too, came with a roar, his big body shaking beneath hers.
His muscles finally went lax, and he dropped forward, his forehead touching hers, his breath rough. “You can relax me any time,” he said on a laugh.
She chuckled, then realized she was the one who’d have to break contact this time. “Umm…” She gingerly rose and climbed off him, knelt down, grabbed her underwear and skirt, and headed for the bathroom.
Just as she turned on the shower, he grasped her hips, pulling her naked buttocks into him. She jumped in surprise, then relaxed against him. “Don’t tell me. You’re joining me.”
“And she reads minds as well as gives one hell of a blow job.” He spun her around and winked, then pulled her into a long kiss.
His cock immediately began to thicken again… and the shower took an extra-long time.
Chapter Eight
Lucas was alone at the gym. Kade had bailed on their weekly boxing because Lexie wasn’t feeling well, and Derek needed to work late with one of the programmers. Lucas had decided to head over anyway. Someone there would spar with him, and then he’d head home.
When he arrived, a lot of the guys were already paired up. Lucas decided to use a bag instead. He pulled on a pair of gloves, and after fifteen minutes, he’d worked up a good sweat.
For the first time in a long time, he didn’t have angry aggression to work out, and it felt good to exercise for enjoyment alone. He’d paused to catch his breath when a guy Lucas had never seen before walked up to him.
“Hey.”
“Hi.” Lucas yanked off a glove. “Are you new here?”
“I’m scoping out the place.” He was a big man, more from food than muscles, and he didn’t look like he’d used a gym much in his life. “Want me to hold the bag?” He gestured to the bigger one he normally worked out with when Derek or Kade was around.
Lucas shrugged. “Why not.” He held out his hand, and the other man helped pull the glove on. “I’m Lucas Monroe.”
“Vinny Bernard. Good to meet you.”
As Lucas began his routine, Vinny began to talk. “You come here often?”
Lucas grunted. There wasn’t much he could say while bashing a heavy bag.
“So I’m new to the area. Any good restaurants nearby?”
Lucas treated him to another grunt, then hit the bag harder before pausing to catch his breath. “A few. I’ll tell you later.”
“This gym is really no frills. You like it though?”
Lucas had had enough of this. “I think I’m going to hit the treadmill for a while.” Maybe he’d lose his new friend.
But Vinny followed him and hopped on the one next to his.
Lucas hit the buttons and started to run, focused on the TV screen on the panel in front of him. He watched the stock market closing numbers run by.