“Bed. Now.” I turned in that direction, eager. I was wet and not from the shower. His hand came down on my butt, a light smack that had me gasping.

I looked over my shoulder and he grinned. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

It seemed something in my eyes gave me away. Besides being startled by the single spank, I was also turned on by it. Who knew?

Huck.

“I want you in that bed, knees bent, legs spread nice and wide so I can see all of you.”

I flicked my gaze down to his cock, which was hard and ready as if he hadn’t just come.

“I took you once, nice and gentle. You ready to see how it’s really like between us? I took you missionary so I could take your cherry and watch your face as I did it. Now that’s not going to be enough. For either of us.”

I bit my lip, took in the huge naked guy filling my tiny bathroom. “I want more,” I confirmed.

A flush spread down his cheeks, and his eyes went dark and intense. He pointed. “Bed. Now.”

My father had told me what to do and what to be, and I’d hated it. But a few dirty words that were bossy as hell from Huck and I felt safe. Empowered. Beautiful.

There was a world of difference when I gave myself to the right person. I had a feeling I was about to find out just how much.

HUCK

Holy fuck. I had never come so hard before, and that had just been a hand job. I swore I’d gone blind there for a second. I took a moment in the bathroom to come to grips with where I was. Who I was with. What we were about to do.

I’d made Sarah mine six years ago. It was time to do so again.

This time, nothing was going to tear us apart.

I left the bathroom, and there she was, just as I’d ordered. Sarah was bare and beautiful, legs bent, knees spread.

I took in every inch of her. From the wild blonde curls on her head to the little patch at the top of her pink pussy.

Fuck me.

Stalking over, I climbed up onto the bed, crawled on top of her, loomed. Looked down at her. Took in the trusting eyes, the flushed cheeks. I shifted lower and surveyed her perfect tits. I couldn’t resist sucking a little nipple into my mouth and giving it a tug.

Her hands dived into my hair. Clung. Tugged.

“Huck!” she cried.

I lifted my head. “What is it, baby girl? What do you want?”

“You.”

“You’ve got me.”

“In me,” she added.

“Gotta get you ready first.”

She squirmed. “I’m ready.”

I shook my head. “If you remember, I’m big and your pussy’s a tight little thing.”

“I’m not a virgin anymore,” she reminded.

I hadn’t asked if she’d been with anyone else besides me. While I assumed it was a yes, I wasn’t going to ask. I hadn’t been celibate either. The time that had come between when I made her mine and now was in the past. She was mine. She was beneath me. That was all that mattered.