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with one arm and slowly starts to roam my body with his other hand. When his hand comes to the knot in the towel, I shiver. With one swift tug, the towel falls open and he licks his lips, his eyes greedily devouring my body.
    His mouth descends onto my nipple, flicking it with his tongue. I moan and squirm, and he puts more of his weight on me to keep me still. I run my nails up his back and groan when he kisses his way up my chest to my collarbone. Sucking hard enough to leave a mark, he smirks against my skin. "There. Now any bastard who comes near you will know you ’ re mine."
    I run my hand down his tight ass and slowly inch my way to the front of his jeans. I undo his belt, then the button. Sliding my hand down the front, I am surprised to find that he is going commando. I wrap my fingers around his length and stroke him a few times. He gasps and gets a hungry look in his eyes, then his mouth attacks mine with fervor. I stroke his length a few more times before he abruptly pulls away. I huff and he smiles down at me.
    Standing back up, he takes off his boots, jeans, cut, and t-shirt before crawling back up the bed to me. His mouth starts at my foot and travels up my leg. I gasp when I feel his stubble tickling the insides of my thighs. I can feel his breath on my clit and I ache for his mouth to touch my pussy.
    My back arches off the bed when his mouth finally connects. Oh, my god! My body is humming and I can't control the spasms getting ready to ignite. His tongue is magical and I can ’ t get enough of it. He gets me so worked up, then pulls away just as I am about to go over the edge.
    I cry out and he just smiles with a smug smile. "Asshole, ” I mutter.
    "Oh, beauty. You will definitely be coming, but I want you riding my cock for the first one. ” He grips my ankles, pulling me to the edge of the bed. He flips me over, then leans his body over mine. His rock hard cock is prodding my entrance and I can feel my juices leaking down my legs. I don't know how he does it. I've never been this wet before.
    "Holy fuck! ” I scream as he slams into me from behind.
    "Fuck, babe. Your pussy clenches me so fucking hard. It's like heaven."
    I moan and grind back against him as he continues to thrust into me. My orgasm is building and I am almost there. I reach for my pussy, but he knocks my hand out of the way and rubs it himself. Instantly, I explode around him. "Fuck, Gunner!" I shout out. He trusts into me a few more times before moaning my name, coming inside of me.
    Our breathing is ragged and I can barely hold myself up anymore. "Holy fuck!" I breathe.
    He smiles and pulls me to stand up with him. "Holy fuck is right, beauty. Your pussy will be the death of me. ” He sits me on the bed and walks to the bathroom.
    When he returns, he brings over a wet washcloth. "Lie back. ” I do as I'm told and let him clean me. It is swollen and the cloth almost hurts. I wince and he leans down to kiss it, making me moan. He smirks and climbs up my body to the middle of my bed. He kisses my lips, then lies on his back next to me. I curl my body around his and he pulls me closer. Snuggling into his warmth, I close my eyes and slowly drift off.

Chapter Eight

    We spend the whole weekend burning up the sheets. I'm addicted and I can't seem to get my shit straight. She still doesn't know about what happened to Anslie and I ’ m not looking forward to telling her. I want to be sure of exactly what happened before I break Casey's heart. I can tell she loves Anslie like a sister. Hell, those girls are always together or talking about the other one. She only knows about Robbie getting shot. I don't even know how to begin to tell her that her best friend was kidnapped when she got to Vegas. Shit. I knew I shouldn't have come here, but I needed to see her.
    Casey has my head fucking spinning and I'm not sure what to do. On one hand, I want this girl more than my next breath; on the other, I'm not sure if I can be in Brant's shoes right