Tangling Hearts - Faleena Hopkins Page 0,2
and Brendan, he’s all for protection. Now that I think about it, they probably just don’t want to get anyone pregnant so no one can stake a claim on them or their great genes; the cocky motherfuckers.
He grabs my legs and drags my ass to the end of the bed. But he moved too quickly, and he cries out and muffles a slew of swear words.
“You okay?” I ask, surprised.
He winces, glancing to my legs, my body open and waiting for him. He’s looking at me like he’s searching for strength. What is going on?
He nods, pushing away a frown. “Yeah. Just pulled something at the gym. My shoulder’s a little sore. It’s all good.” He flashes a sexy smirk and lifts up my knees, wincing as he does.
“That must have been some work out,” I say.
“It was.”
“Well, it was worth it, because look at you.”
He glances to me and something’s behind his eyes, like he heard what I said in a different way than I meant it. “It was worth it,” he smiles.
I hook my feet around his hips, impatient to have him inside me. He’s made me his with the carnal devouring he just pulled on me. There was no shame in it, and that’s contagious. I feel free. I want to feel that free all the time, not just now. I want to be free every second of every minute of every day, for the rest of my life!
Bending his knees a little, he cuts his eyes to mine to watch my face as he plunges his cock into me, growling, “Oh, you’re so fucking wet, Rebecca. Oh fuck!” He closes his eyes and hammers me, holding my legs up high in front of him as he moves, undulating and dipping and getting in deep and hard, moving faster and faster, then slowing up skillfully, knowing how to work it. I claw onto the blankets and clench my teeth under moan after aching moan. We’re panting and groaning together, moving with every thrust, and it is spectacularly fucking hot.
“Oh my God, you’re so hard, Tommy!” I cry out, shivering under the throes of another gorgeous wave. “I’m cumming again! I’m cumming so hard! Keep going. Don’t stop!”
He smirks, his tongue coming out a little. “You like that? You like that more than you like it with Brendan?”
My eyes flicker at the reminder, a stab of loyalty piercing the fun. Tommy realizes his mistake, and changes speed to compensate and bring me back. He undulates his hips in this slow and steady Salsa dance move, pushing in one hip and then the other, over and over again. It’s makes me go ballistic with one of the hardest, most mind-bending orgasms I’ve ever had. I scream, my hips lifting up and down, jerking, like they have a mind of their own. My raging climax throws him over the edge, and he groans low and long, yelling out at the end like a beast, not giving a fuck who hears him. He’s holding his cock deep inside me while we pant, recovering, glancing at each other through half-closed eyes, smiles on both of our faces.
“We showed him,” I say on a sexy, low laugh, before I can stop myself.
Tommy’s eyes light up and he laughs, pulling out of me and releasing my legs to hang off the side of the bed. “Yeah, we fuckin’ did.”
He ambles to the bathroom, his shirt hugging the muscles of his back as he walks, his ass round and high. I want to bite it. He leaves me to myself for a minute as he closes the door to tend to things. I look down. The lace dress is still on me, only now it’s a long-sleeved, see-through midriff top. I stand to adjust it and cover myself, but decide, fuck it, and pull it all the way off, my breasts and hair falling with gravity as I toss it on the floor. It served its purpose well.
Glancing to the dying fire, I go to it, wearing nothing but sweat, to bend and throw another log on, just as the door to the bathroom opens and Tommy comes out. “Wow.”
Glancing over my shoulder, I lock eyes with him, so grateful for the look in his. It makes me feel beautiful. “What?”
“You’re stunning.”
On a small smile, I toss the log in and rise, turning to face him. “Thank you.”
“No, really. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Rebecca.”
I can see he means it. It’s not