The Bromance Book Club - Lyssa Kay Adams Page 0,89
grunt, another whimper, another oh, God.
Holy shit. He’d done it.
He’d made his wife come.
Holy shit.
She came.
From Gavin’s hands and mouth alone. Thea’s legs went lax on his shoulders as she came back to her senses. “Gavin,” she whispered.
He kissed a path up her stomach. “Talk to me,” he said, voice shaking.
“I want you inside me.”
He didn’t bother shedding the rest of his clothes. Gavin shoved his pants and briefs down and leaned over her. The urgent press of his erection against her still-throbbing vagina sent her hips off the bed in search of the pleasure again.
“Tell me what you want,” he said. “Say the w-words. Say exactly wh-what you want me to do to you.”
“I want you inside me,” she said again.
“Tell me more,” he panted, pressing just the tip of himself inside her.
She lifted her mouth to his ear. “I want you to make me come again.”
Gavin thrust inside her. Fully. Deeply. He buried his erection inside her body, sending a cry of bliss from her mouth.
Thea wrapped her legs around his waist. “I want you fuck me, Gavin,” she groaned, and holy shit, that was the hottest fucking thing his wife had ever said.
She clung to him. “I want you hard and fast.”
He obeyed. He rose on his elbows and set a pace that made her forget how to speak after that. His biceps bulged and strained on either side of her head. Sweat dripped from his body to hers.
She came so suddenly that he wasn’t prepared for it, could do nothing but hold still as she dug her fingernails into his back, until he could hold on no longer and he followed her over the cliff, thrusting one last time with a shudder, a grunt, and the hoarse whisper of her name.
Her muscles turned to noodles, and she went limp beneath him, her hands slipping from his sweat-slicked back to the comforter beneath them. Gavin fell heavy on top of her, every last ounce of strength in his body vacated with his release. Twice. He’d made his wife come twice. He could win the World Series five times in a row, and it wouldn’t feel as good as that.
“Gavin,” she said, turning to press her lips to the side of his head. “Guess what?”
He mumbled a response, his face pressed to the bed.
“I didn’t fake it.”
Gavin lifted his face and kissed her. “Guess what?” he murmured when he pulled away.
“Mmm?”
“Neither did I.”
* * *
• • •
Thea laughed. Gavin rolled over on the bed and pulled her with him until her naked body lay draped across his bare chest. He wrapped an arm around her waist to hold her secure and then curled the other up around her head, holding her there, cradling her.
His stomach rumbled. Thea ran her fingers down his abdomen. “Hungry?”
“Always,” he said.
“You want room service?”
“Are you on the menu?”
Thea laughed again. “I’ll get the menu.”
His arms tightened around her. “I’ll get it. You stay in bed and do not take those shoes off.”
“Oh, you like the shoes?”
He rolled them again in one strong move until she was once again beneath his body. He peeled himself off her with a line of kisses down her throat, her chest—stopping to pluck at each nipple with his lips—and farther still to her belly button.
Then he stood with a groan. “Be right back.”
After he left, Thea rose and dug into her bag for his jersey. She pulled it on over her naked body and—
“Jesus Christ, are you trying to kill me?”
She bit her lip and turned around. “You like this?”
“Better than any lingerie on the planet.”
She tugged at the hem of the shirt. “Really?”
“You want to see what’s happening in my pants right now?”
“Yes,” she said, breathless as an erotic thrill shot through her. Where had this confident, dirty-talking man come from?
Gavin dropped the menu and stalked to where she stood. Grabbing her hand, he tugged and settled it over the growing bulge.
“I d-didn’t even know it was humanly possible to get hard again this fast, Thea.”
She licked her lips. “Then we definitely shouldn’t waste it.”
“Definitely not.” He hooked an arm around her waist, dragged her backward toward the bed, and freed his erection.
He sat, pulling her with him until she straddled his lap. With a single thrust, he was inside her again. At the intense pleasure, something took hold of them both, something primal, fierce, unrestrained. Thea burned with a fire she’d never felt before.
His hands slid down to palm her butt cheeks, squeezing and kneading and