“Together.”
Fuck.
I kissed him harder, lost in a sea of sensation. My tongue stroked his as his unflagging thrusts drove me nearer and nearer to utter delirium.
I was close.
I’d been close since we started, to be honest, but I was even closer now. Cade was close too. I could see it in his face; feel it in his body. The tightness there, the intensity. Like a bowstring set to snap.
Eventually, we were both panting too heavily to kiss, but we kept our mouths together and our gazes locked. Breathing each other in as we moved.
I didn’t know how much longer I could hold the orgasm at bay. Not very long. My limbs were flexing, my whole body beginning to convulse as the constant thrum of pleasure centered at my clit pitched up to a higher decibel than I’d ever felt before. Higher even than the orgasm he’d given with his mouth between my legs. I could tell this second one was going to be huge.
Mammoth.
Unstoppable.
My fingers scored into his back as it began to crescendo. “Cade?—”
“Let go, beautiful,” he growled. “I’m right there with you.”
He rasped my name as his cock planted deep one last time. Then, with a rough pump of his hips he spilled into me, head thrown back as it consumed him fully. I orgasmed in a brilliant burst of rapture, coming so hard I forgot my own name, forgot his name, forgot everything except the bliss of being there.
In his arms.
In his bed.
Lying there with him inside me, everything in my fucked up world felt unbelievably right for the first time in as long as I could remember. Because when Cade Hightower was holding me, I didn’t want to run.
I wanted to stay right where I was.
* * *
A pair of lips moved slowly along the exposed planes of my back. I was facedown on the bed, totally spent. Cade had effectively fucked me senseless. Not once, not twice, but three times.
Three glorioustimes.
Resulting in four glorious orgasms.
Now, it was late and we were lying in the dark, our legs tangled up together on top of the sheets. He traced absent shapes into my skin while I caught my breath.
“How’s the bruise today?” His warm breath fanned down my spine, where I knew I still bore traces of Donny’s wrath. “Still sore?”
“Not really. Though I can’t feel much of anything at the moment. I lost feeling to my extremities sometime around orgasm three.”
He chucked, the sound low and brimming with masculine satisfaction.
“I mean it.” I pushed up on my elbow to catch his eyes. “I don’t think my legs are functional anymore. You may have to carry me around for the rest of eternity on a litter. Like Cleopatra.”
His lips twitched. “Pretty sure you need at least two men to carry one of those.”
“Once Socks gets a bit bigger, we’ll rig up a harness to his back. He can take one side, you can take the other.”
His grin was a flash of white in the dim room. “Sounds like you’ve got it all figured out.”
“It’s that or a saddle. Socks is only a few months old and he’s got to be nearly fifty pounds already. By the time he’s full grown, I’ll be able ride to him around the yard like a stallion.”
He chuckled. “That, I’d pay good money to see.”