“Yeah, okay, cheers to that,” he stammered. Bloody moron!
She twisted the device, activating it, and a heady buzz filled the room. Sliding the vibrator between them, she worked it against her most sensitive place. It was a tight fit with their bodies wrapped around each other. He held her close as a rousing realization hit.
Well, not hit but buzzed.
The vibration didn’t just touch her. The slim sex toy hummed against his cock. He’d never felt anything like it. Unable to control himself, he reclaimed her mouth, swallowing her breathy moans as she slid the device up and down. Leaning back, she rocked against his cock and the vibrator as their kisses dissolved into an exquisite symphony of moans and breath and primal cries. It was as if he’d entered her consciousness, knowing she was close, so close to meeting her release.
“You’re there, plum. I feel it. Surrender to it,” he bit out as she bucked and writhed, owning her do-it-yourself orgasm, not like a meek lamb but like a lion, taking and consuming as she rode the waves of her pleasure.
Breathing hard, she rested her head on his shoulder as he removed Mr. Rainbow Screamer from her grip and tossed it aside. He’d be taking care of her next orgasm.
“I did it,” she rasped, her sated smile touching his heart.
He’d never wanted her more.
“Yeah, you did. And you did it like a bloody champion, plum. Forget about me being the beast. You’re the lion of Rickety Rock.”
Her countenance grew cat-like, and she looked him up and down—his female apex predator. “I think you’re right,” she purred, pushing onto her knees, then pressing his chest hard enough to have him flat on his back.
She shimmied out of her golden bra, then whipped off her shorts, and he shrugged out of his clothing in time for her to climb on top of him. He stared up at the raven-haired beauty cast in a hue of violet-blue.
Their energy.
Their aura.
“You are spellbinding, Libby Lamb,” he professed, his gaze locked with hers as she sank down, welcoming his weeping cock.
And that’s when their energy aligned—when the force that had him ready to take her hard and fast dissolved into the colorful haze.
There was no past or future, only the here and now.
He held her hips but allowed her to set the pace. With her palms pressed to his chest, she rose and fell, riding his cock. Her breasts heaved with every thrust, and like their first time, eye to eye, he lost himself in her. This wasn’t who he was—well, it wasn’t who he’d become. For years, sex was simply sex—a carnal release. There was no connection beyond where his cock entered their bodies.
Libby held him, mind, body, and soul. Their very beings spiraled, around and around. There was no end, no beginning, only the balance of their bodies moving together.
The sensual slap of skin on skin resonated, providing an erotic soundtrack that had him teetering on the edge. But he wasn’t about to plunge into orgasmic bliss without her.
A bead of sweat trailed between her breasts, and as much as he enjoyed the show from this vantage point, his heart needed hers. He held her in place, then sat up as they returned to the yab yum position. Upright, his hard chest melded with her soft, smooth curves and the beat, the steady thrum that called out to him, set the tempo. His lips hovering above hers, his breath was her breath. His energy was hers. A circle of ethereal light encased them, holding their heat, kindling their desire into an inferno of raw need. He shifted his hips, altering the angle to work her tight bundle of nerves as his cock filled her to the hilt.
“We go together,” he bit out between kisses.
“Always,” she breathed, her lips meeting his as they careened over the edge. But there was no falling, only flying, gliding on the waves of energy. Pleasure held them in a rush of delicious rapture. He pistoned his hips like a well-oiled engine, lengthening their release until they collapsed into the pillows.
He tightened his grip on her body. “You’re mine, plum.”
For now.
But he couldn’t say those two words.
She turned in his arms and caressed his cheek as unspoken understanding passed between them.
He got the message loud and clear.
There wasn’t a forever for people like them.
There was only for now, and she wanted it, too.
Twenty
Libby
“Come on, Plum! Come on, Beefcake! Let’s do this!” Sebastian called over his shoulder, laughing as he pedaled his mountain bike up the rocky incline on the meandering Crooked Mine Loop.
The trail, which would double as the Ass-in-Nine racecourse a week from today, was busier than usual. Competitors and their four-legged donkey friends had begun descending on Rickety Rock for the festivities that started up that evening. And it appeared many participants had decided to scope out the course and slip in a practice run before the sun went down.
Libby couldn’t blame them. She surveyed the trail and the picturesque landscape. In the late afternoon light, the land came alive.
Who would want to be inside with views like this?
It was late July and summer was in full swing in the mountain town. Wildflowers blanketed the sides of Rickety Rock Mountain. They’d doubled or even tripled since she, Raz, and Sebastian had arrived. And they hadn’t been spared the splendor across the valley in their Victorian on Falling Stone Road. Over the last few weeks, their little slice of heaven had become a feast for the senses. Vibrant shades of red, violet, and an array of golds and yellows burst through the mountain greenery. They cast the swaths of rocky terrain in a rainbow buffet of colors and scents.
“What do you say, Beefcake, you beastly wanker?” Raz teased, his tone breathy as he ran beside his donkey partner. “I know we’ve got this, mate. Do you think Plum and Libby can keep up with Sebastian?”
This man.
She acknowledged the challenge with a slight nod, and he tossed her what she used to call his infuriating beefcake smirk. Now the expression that once made her blood boil had her hot under the collar for a decisively different reason.
Did his handsomely self-assured face still make her want to throw vibrators at the mountain of a man?
Not exactly.
The urge to hurl sex toys at the boxer had subsided, but they hadn’t completely forgotten about the sixteen vibrating projectiles.
When the lights went out, they’d found a better use for her devices that had nothing to do with her aim and everything to do with orgasmic bliss.
She shook her head, knocking some sense into her sex-addled mind.
Eyes on the trail. This was still a training run.
Libby tightened her hold on Plum’s lead. She gave a sharp hup-hup and clicked her tongue, signaling to her Jennie that it was time to kick up the pace. She could not be distracted by thoughts of sexytimes with her beefcake. “Plum and I know what to do,” she answered through shallow breaths as they rounded the bend. She clicked her tongue again, adding more speed.
Alongside Raz and Beefcake, they flew past a smattering of aspen trees and a marker that indicated they were two miles away from the trail’s technical descent. From here, they’d traverse the inclines, working their way up and down until they crossed the shallow part of the creek, dissecting the nine-mile Crooked Mine Loop.
She kept her gaze up, making sure Sebastian was a safe distance ahead of them on his bike, then chanced a look at Raz and found him stealing a glance at her. His smirk had been replaced with a grin that was only for her. There was nothing cocky or arrogant about it. This smile was boyish and heartfelt and resonated with stolen kisses and nights spent tangled in each other’s arms. Sure, he could be the beast, but there was a tender side to the man—a gentle giant dwelling in his rock-hard, muscled body.