Forcing her throat to relax, she nodded, letting her tongue flick along his hard length. His eyes rolled back into his head, and he rocked his hips, stuffing his cock as far in her mouth as it could go. She thrilled at the sight of this big, strong, powerful man coming apart at her touch.

“Can I come in your mouth?” That voice. He was on edge. About to lose it.

All she could do was nod, because the way he talked to her turned her reckless. His features pulled in tightly, his hand gripped the back of her head, and then he thrust in hard and stayed in her mouth as he pumped his release down her throat. His head tipped back, and he let out a deep groan.

“Ah, fuck.” Exhaling roughly, he eased out. He swatted at her knees, and she sat up, giving him room to crash on the seat beside her. “Damn, princess.”

But she didn’t have words. The sides of her mouth stung a little where he’d stretched it, and she still tasted him. She was a little stunned, because she’d just had the most amazing sex of her life.

And that sucked so badly.

Because, now that she’d had a taste, she didn’t know how she could go back to the bland life she’d had before she met him.

Crashing into the bunkhouse, Brodie kicked the door shut. Not bothering with the lights, he gripped her sexy ass and lifted her, carrying her towards the hallway with their mouths fused.

He might’ve come less an hour ago, but his body raged with need. He tripped on the edge of the rug.

She laughed, tucking her face into his neck. “Put me down.”

“On my bed.”

She cupped the back of his neck, drawing him to her, and she whispered, “Let’s do it on the couch.”

“Fuck, yeah.” He’d wanted to take his time with her, kiss every inch of her gorgeous body, make it last as long as possible, but he’d have to do that next time. Because, now, he just needed to get inside her, relieve this pounding, driving need.

The moment he set her down, she pulled the blouse over her head, exposing all that creamy skin, the sexy curve of her waist, and the flare of her hips. She unzipped her jeans, hips swaying with each yank until she stepped out of them. That flash of pink on her toenails made his blood hot.

She glanced up at him, a hint of vulnerability that made him realize he was just standing there, watching her.

Heat rushed up his neck, spreading across his cheeks. Caught.

Caught liking her. Liking everything about her.

Shit. Fuck.

He liked her.

The way Will liked Delilah.

And Gray liked Knox.

And Fin liked Callie.