Forbidden Harmony (Harmony Falls #3) - Elizabeth Kelly Page 0,69
falling with the rhythm of Preacher’s hips. He felt so good inside of her, so perfect and right.
“Why were you using it tonight?” His voice was strained now, a vein in his temple pulsing and sweat covering his chest in a fine sheen.
“I don’t want to talk about this.”
“Tell me,” he said. “Tell me or I’ll stop fucking you.”
He wouldn’t.
He couldn’t.
When his thrusts slowed, she folded faster than a cardboard house. “Because I was horny. I was horny, and I needed something to help.”
She closed her eyes, shame eclipsing her lust.
“Look at me, Addie.”
“I don’t want to,” she whispered.
“Look at me.”
She opened her eyes, staring up into his dark ones as he thrust harder. “You call me the next time you’re horny. You don’t need to use a piece of plastic if you need your pretty little pussy filled. Got it?”
“I don’t have your number,” she moaned. “Oh, I think… I think I might come this way.”
She sounded surprised but honestly, she kind of was. An internal orgasm was incredibly rare for her. Like, only happened once before, kind of occurrence.
“That’s the idea,” he groaned. “You coming on my cock needs to happen every time. The way you fucking squeeze…”
He trailed off and made four hard thrusts that had her crying out with pleasure.
“What will you do, Sunshine, when you need your tight pussy filled?” he groaned out.
“Call you,” she moaned. “I’ll call you.”
“That’s right. It doesn’t matter what time it is. You call me and I’ll come over and give you my cock.”
She cried out, clinging to him with her legs and her arms when his thrusts turned hard and rough. The pleasure peaked inside of her, peaked and then spilled over and she cried his name as her orgasm made her quiver and tighten around him.
He groaned with his own pleasure, his hips pumping and straining as he emptied himself into her. He collapsed against her with a soft grunt and she rubbed his back, enjoying his heavy weight on top of her. Too quickly, he rolled off of her and onto his back.
She wanted to snuggle up to him but made herself stay on her own side. She stared at the ceiling, waiting for her heartbeat to return to normal and her breathing to slow. Preacher didn’t cuddle, that was obvious from his reaction to her attempts to snuggle at his apartment.
It didn’t bother her. This was just sex and nothing else. There was no reason to cuddle and besides, Harrison had never enjoyed cuddling either. Her clinginess after sex was annoying to him and she’d learned quickly to give him his space in the bed if she didn’t want him leaving immediately after they made love.
Preacher was no different and that was fine with her. But if Harper and Gracie and Kira kept telling her anything, it was that she deserved to get what she wanted too. So, when she actually went looking for a boyfriend, she would make sure they liked to cuddle after sex. Some guys had to like cuddling, right? She made a mental note to ask Harper if Francisco liked cuddling after sex.
She sat up when Preacher did, pulling the sheet up to hide her nakedness and hugging her knees to her chest as she watched Preacher pull his boxer briefs and jeans on.
“I gotta go,” he said.
“Okay, bye.” She thought she sounded normal and cool about it. No big deal. Just a round of casual sex. Lesson number three complete.
What exactly did you learn, Addison?
Preacher glanced at her with what looked like irritation in his eyes before he pulled his shirt over his head and grabbed his vest from the floor. He pulled his phone out of his pocket. “What’s your number?”
She recited her number, a little surprised that he wanted it. Wasn’t she supposed to get his number and call him?
“Um, what’s yours?” she said as she grabbed her phone from the nightstand.
“Just sent you a text.” He shoved his phone into his back pocket. “See you later.”
“Bye, Preacher.”
Chapter Eighteen
“Preacher, yo, dude, are you even listening to me?” Nolan leaned against the counter.
“You talk so fucking much, I’d go insane if I listened to everything that fell out of your goddamn mouth,” Preacher growled.
Nolan laughed. “Hey, I got shit to say, okay? Anyway, I said the new guy is doing good.”
Preacher glanced over at the tattoo station where Nix was setting up for his next client. The client, a dweeby tourist who, Preacher had no doubt, was probably an accountant