do bad things to her. Bad things that would make her feel so good. He lifted her with his free hand, moving her in the water so his cock could push at her pussy.
"You want me to turn around?" She arched, her body sinking down over him like he belonged inside her.
"Mmm. If you want, baby." Anything she wanted. "Just keep talking."
"I'm good like this, love. You go nice and deep." She pushed down on him, her little moan going straight to his balls.
"I-- Christ, baby." He couldn't figure out where to put his hands. He wanted to touch her everywhere: her soft breasts, her firm belly, her wet pussy.
She took one of his hands, put it back on her breast, on her hard nipple. "Touch me. Make me come for you. I want to feel you, all day. We're going to have so much fun playing."
"Fuck, yes. I want that." They'd exhaust each other.
"I want you." She started riding him and his eyes were drawn to the ink at the base of her spine.
The new ink.
"You've been busy, baby. Tattoos. Talking dirty..." He loved it because she'd done it for him.
"I wanted you to remember who I was, cowboy."
That might break his heart later. Right now all he could do was nod and kiss her neck, the pressure on his cock taking over rational thought.
Calleigh moved faster, riding him hard, taking him in deep.
"Oh, baby." His hands slid up and down, from her belly to breasts, thumbs working her nipples.
"Fuck me, Adrian. Let me feel you."
"Yeah. Yeah." He could do that. His hips got going, and soon they had water flying. He was just slamming into her.
"Cowboy!" Her voice rang out, bouncing in the bathroom, so fucking needy.
"Oh, hell yes." He gritted his teeth, trying to hold on, trying to make it so good for her.
He felt it, when she jerked around him, started coming. The tremors rippled all around his prick, those muscles working him.
"God." That was it. He was so damned sensitive now that he couldn't take anymore. He shouted, his hips slamming up, shooting deep inside her. He kept his arms wrapped tight around her, held on as he shook through the aftershocks.
"Lord. I-- Calleigh." What else could he say?
"You two hooligans are loud, eh? Enough to wake the dead." Packer was leaning against the doorframe, grinning at them.
"Well, you were acting like you were never gonna wake up." Adrian grinned, letting his head loll back.
Calleigh giggled, her sweet body clenching around his cock. Adrian gasped, his body jerking. He might die if he tried to get it up again. That had both his girl and the big gorilla laughing more, Calleigh's body trying to make him lose his mind.
"Stop it." He was laughing along all of a sudden, the whole room seeming to shake.
He had his girl, his best mate, everything, altogether. A man could hardly ask for any more than that.
Chapter Four
Calleigh finished lining her eyes, then started on her lips. Dinner out. With the boys. Like out-out. At a restaurant. One that had steaks and lobster. Adrian had made the reservations and Packer had promised to pick her outfit (which, okay, terrifying) and leave it out on the bed for her.
The wonder-Aussies were going to the hotel spa for a massage and shave. Jackasses.
When she came out of the bathroom, the outfit was indeed laid out on the bed.
Calleigh'd never worn the dress before, never. She'd seen the little A-line fringe dress in a window in Dallas, the copper sparkle lighting up the store front. Somehow it didn't surprise her that Packer had chosen it.
Add to that the six-inch pumps and a pair of dangling diamond earrings she'd never seen before, and she felt like a Barbie doll. It was remarkably modest, really. The dress had beaded straps and a scoop neckline with a deep plunge in the back. It came well below mid-thigh, but somehow she felt more exposed than she had in the mini she'd worn the night before.
She found a pair of seamed stockings and a black garter belt, easing them on, smoothing them over her thighs. There. She looked good. She knew it.
"You want me to turn around?" She arched, her body sinking down over him like he belonged inside her.
"Mmm. If you want, baby." Anything she wanted. "Just keep talking."
"I'm good like this, love. You go nice and deep." She pushed down on him, her little moan going straight to his balls.
"I-- Christ, baby." He couldn't figure out where to put his hands. He wanted to touch her everywhere: her soft breasts, her firm belly, her wet pussy.
She took one of his hands, put it back on her breast, on her hard nipple. "Touch me. Make me come for you. I want to feel you, all day. We're going to have so much fun playing."
"Fuck, yes. I want that." They'd exhaust each other.
"I want you." She started riding him and his eyes were drawn to the ink at the base of her spine.
The new ink.
"You've been busy, baby. Tattoos. Talking dirty..." He loved it because she'd done it for him.
"I wanted you to remember who I was, cowboy."
That might break his heart later. Right now all he could do was nod and kiss her neck, the pressure on his cock taking over rational thought.
Calleigh moved faster, riding him hard, taking him in deep.
"Oh, baby." His hands slid up and down, from her belly to breasts, thumbs working her nipples.
"Fuck me, Adrian. Let me feel you."
"Yeah. Yeah." He could do that. His hips got going, and soon they had water flying. He was just slamming into her.
"Cowboy!" Her voice rang out, bouncing in the bathroom, so fucking needy.
"Oh, hell yes." He gritted his teeth, trying to hold on, trying to make it so good for her.
He felt it, when she jerked around him, started coming. The tremors rippled all around his prick, those muscles working him.
"God." That was it. He was so damned sensitive now that he couldn't take anymore. He shouted, his hips slamming up, shooting deep inside her. He kept his arms wrapped tight around her, held on as he shook through the aftershocks.
"Lord. I-- Calleigh." What else could he say?
"You two hooligans are loud, eh? Enough to wake the dead." Packer was leaning against the doorframe, grinning at them.
"Well, you were acting like you were never gonna wake up." Adrian grinned, letting his head loll back.
Calleigh giggled, her sweet body clenching around his cock. Adrian gasped, his body jerking. He might die if he tried to get it up again. That had both his girl and the big gorilla laughing more, Calleigh's body trying to make him lose his mind.
"Stop it." He was laughing along all of a sudden, the whole room seeming to shake.
He had his girl, his best mate, everything, altogether. A man could hardly ask for any more than that.
Chapter Four
Calleigh finished lining her eyes, then started on her lips. Dinner out. With the boys. Like out-out. At a restaurant. One that had steaks and lobster. Adrian had made the reservations and Packer had promised to pick her outfit (which, okay, terrifying) and leave it out on the bed for her.
The wonder-Aussies were going to the hotel spa for a massage and shave. Jackasses.
When she came out of the bathroom, the outfit was indeed laid out on the bed.
Calleigh'd never worn the dress before, never. She'd seen the little A-line fringe dress in a window in Dallas, the copper sparkle lighting up the store front. Somehow it didn't surprise her that Packer had chosen it.
Add to that the six-inch pumps and a pair of dangling diamond earrings she'd never seen before, and she felt like a Barbie doll. It was remarkably modest, really. The dress had beaded straps and a scoop neckline with a deep plunge in the back. It came well below mid-thigh, but somehow she felt more exposed than she had in the mini she'd worn the night before.
She found a pair of seamed stockings and a black garter belt, easing them on, smoothing them over her thighs. There. She looked good. She knew it.
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