She didn’t want to sit still, couldn’t sit still, while Bo took a moment for her to adjust to him. She began rocking back on his cock as he fought to hold on to her.
“Bo…please,” she gritted out. She wanted that bit of pain he gave her. The pressure, the fullness, the erotic pain sent her senses into overload. Spring couldn’t help but clutch harder at the sheets when Bo silently gave in to her pleas. He dug in to her hips for a better grip as he stroked her slow and deep.
Neither of them could hold out.
Bo reached around until he found her clit and squeezed it between his thumb and index finger. He received the response he was looking for.
Spring screamed into the sheets as she began to buck uncontrollably as the hardest orgasm she’d ever experienced hit her with a force she wasn’t prepared for. Tears welled in her eyes as her arms began to shake. Her orgasm was damn near painful as she rocked and writhed on Bo’s cock. If Bo hadn’t had such a firm grip on Spring’s hips, she would have dislodged from his cock when her powerful orgasm hit. She had given herself over to the pleasure. She felt the strong throbs of his cock when he came right after she had.
Spring was sated. Her body continued to hum when Bo slowly pulled out of her. She felt the gentle strokes of the washcloth as Bo cleaned her body. Finally giving in to the sated and relaxed feelings, Spring succumbed to the sweet call of slumber only rock-em-sock-em sex can give a woman.
Chapter 7
Spring was not quite sure if the early morning sunbeams woke her or the lingering erotic pain of too much sex. Her body ached in places…in good places. She smiled. She had lost count of who had woken whom up during the night. At one point, Spring had woken Bo up with her mouth on his cock. He had returned the favor by lying on his side and taking her gently from behind. Somewhere along the sexually gratifying lines, their wild explorations and fucking had turned into something resembling slow, passionate lovemaking.
That was not supposed to happen. It couldn’t happen. Whenever possible, Bo stroked her cheek as he stared intensely into her eyes. They watched each other. They had watched the play of emotions on each other’s faces when they came together. It had become more than mere fucking. At least that was what it resembled. She was overthinking this, right? Wanting, looking for something deeper. She knew she couldn’t turn a one-night stand into something more. That’s why she was having an internal panic attack and slipping out of his bed. She had to get the hell out of there before he woke up.
Spring shook her head as she quietly stood up. She wouldn’t allow herself to downplay what had happened. Nor would she regret what she had done. She lived in the moment. It may not have been one of her best judgment calls, but she would do it all over again in a heartbeat. But only with Bo. She looked back over at the bed where he lay sprawled out. His mass of dark curls was in disarray. Just like her hair probably was. He was spent. She was spent. Her body was definitely spent. She smiled to herself. It was worth it.
Thank goodness Bo had brought her clothing and leather tote upstairs. She picked up the destroyed peach scraps that had been her shirt. After a quick glance around the room, she spotted his black button-down shirt he had worn the night before and slipped it on. It was too long, too big, and smelled just like him. It brought a smile to her lips.
As much as she wanted to stay and cuddle in his arms, she had to remind herself this was only for one night. No matter how conflicted her emotions were, she couldn’t ignore the fact that this was a one-time deal. How could she explain away the connection she felt to Bo? She would never see this man again. She didn’t know his last name. And she sure as shit didn’t think he was an actual resident of Las Vegas. She would take this night, this experience, and hold tight to it.
Today she went back to Spring Showers, sole member of the make-believe, boring, occasional sex club. She still had a passion mark to remind her of this night. Her sisters would drill the crap out of her, but this was her secret, and she would keep it close.
She had to get the hell out of Bo’s suite and back down to her room. Her sisters were due at the hotel in about two hours. That gave her just enough time to shower and think of a cover story for her fantastic passion mark. Her fingers brushed against it with the smug thought that Bo had claimed her. Damn was she delusional.
Spring managed to tiptoe out of the bedroom and suite undetected. She smiled to herself as she walked casually to the elevator. She knew she had that just-fucked look going on. Hell, she had on a man’s shirt, her damn near ruined leather pants, heels, and leather tote in her hand, and her hair was a frizzy mess. Bo had pulled it out of its ponytail during the night. He had explained that he wanted her hair in both his hands when he fucked her mouth. The way he had talked to her burned her body. She had never met a man like him. What she wouldn’t give for another night with him. She had never had so many orgasms in one night in her entire adult life. Yet he pulled them from her like it was nothing.
Spring couldn’t stop grinning when she stepped onto the empty elevator. Her body was aching. Good aches. She had never been fucked so well in her life. Would she be able to keep this stupid grin off of her face once her sisters arrived? Didn’t matter, her Las Vegas trip was turning out to be one to remember.
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“Hurry up, Spring, the elevator doors are opening!”
“Yeah, yeah, keep your panties on, girl. I’m coming!” Spring and her sisters were headed to breakfast, and she had taken too long to get dressed. She tried to find something that would cover up her passion mark, but finally decided against it. She would wear it like a battle scar.
Nothing had slipped by her sisters once they arrived. But they also realized Spring was beyond tight-lipped about who sucked her neck into oblivion and plastered that silly grin on her face. Eventually they gave up. They settled for teasing her instead. She knew her sisters would play their famous sit-and-wait game. And eventually, she would spill. She trotted down to the bank of elevators just as she heard her sister, Summer.
“There. Is. A. God. Come on, Spring. There are three hot cowboys holding the elevator for you!”
What in the world had gotten into her sister? She acted as if she had never seen men before. Hell, the men probably weren’t real cowboys anyway. Spring smiled and immediately shrugged. It was Vegas. Why the hell her sister was yelling down the hall so early in the morning was lost on Spring. But then again, nobody really slept in Vegas. They were there to have a good time, so she yelled back as she approached the elevator. “I’m coming, Summer. I can’t run in this dress…” Every word in the English dictionary was lost to Spring when she reached the elevator her sisters were waiting in.
She instantly knew why her three sisters had the dumbest grins on their faces. The three cowboys were hot. Their mutual overpowering and imposing presences filled the elevator to damn near capacity. Her eyes lingered a moment too long to go undetected by her detective-like sisters. Damn! Her body tingled like it knew who it belonged to when she caught Bo’s gaze.
There he stood with his Stetson on, snug T-shirt, low-rider faded jeans, and well-worn cowboy boots. The men flanking him were dressed in similar clothing. But Spring couldn’t take her eyes off of Bo. The man who had fucked the living daylights out of her only hours earlier. The sight of him made her nipples hard, and her pussy instantly flooded with her juices. What the hell?
Bo was flanked on either side by what had to be his brothers, the same men she had seen the night before. They stood against the back wall of the elevator. Cowboy hats low on their heads, but not low enough that she couldn’t see the identical pale sky-blue eyes. Her sisters stood in front of them. And all eyes were on Spring. It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Could things be any more uncomfortable? The three men donned knowing smirks before their facial features were serious again. It took her sisters only moments to pick up on the obvious point that something was going on.
“Spring, get on the elevator. I’m hungry,” her baby sister, April, whined.
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bsp; Spring thought that would be the end of it. She prayed her sisters thought she was enthralled by the three hunks just like they were. She hoped like hell neither Bo nor his brothers would open their mouths.
Damn, she should have known things wouldn’t go her way.
She stepped into the elevator and pressed herself to the side wall, trying to put as much distance between them as possible. She muttered to herself and unconsciously brushed her hair to the side and bared her passion mark.
Her older sister, Summer, was the first to notice the looks that passed between Spring and Bo. Spring knew it was over when Summer smirked at her, but held her tongue. That was so unlike Summer. Too bad for Spring, Bo’s brothers were not so forgiving.
“Hey, Vance, have you noticed that our brother has a similar big-ass hickey on his neck just like the pretty lady over there?” He nodded in Spring’s direction. Twerp. Unable to look away, she watched as Bo’s eyes zeroed in on her and only her. He didn’t care who knew.
“Uh-huh. You’re right, Cade. We must have missed out on one hell of a party last night. Two people with big-ass hickeys! What are the odds?” Bastards!
Spring felt her entire body flush with embarrassment. Running into her one-night stand and his sarcastic brothers was not something she had expected to do. Spring watched as her sisters took in what was not being said as they looked from her neck, her eyes, her body movement, then to Bo and did the same. Dammit!
Karma screwed with her this morning. The first time she decided to go wild, look what happened. What were the odds of getting into the elevator with Bo and his brothers? She just watched as her sisters continued to do mental inventory on the situation as the elevator continued to descend. She was trapped. Trapped on the elevator with her one-time lover, her nosy-ass sisters, and his bigmouthed brothers.
Bo must have realized the panicked look in her eyes. A slow, sexy grin crossed his lips as he ignored their curious siblings and reached out a hand to her. Without hesitation, Spring placed her hand in his and walked into his embrace. She wished she could have ignored him. She wished that after one night it would have remained one night. She wished she would not have run into Bo the rest of her trip. But none of those things were possible.
Spring wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her head into his chest. It was like coming home. He smelled so damned good. Every naughty act she shared with Bo came rushing back. She belonged there with him, and yet, she knew this would not last. Spring knew that when it came time for them to part ways, it was going to hurt like hell. But for now, right now, she embraced everything Bo offered her. She pressed her ear to his chest and let the pounding of his heart calm her, tune out their siblings.
“Awwwwkward,” May, Spring’s other sister, mumbled.
The elevator dinged, and luckily for Spring and Bo, his brothers saved the day. If only momentarily.
“How about you three ladies have breakfast with us, on us, and let these two do…whatever.” Vance smiled at his brother while Cade smacked him on the back. They were clueless just like the sisters, but they would give Bo whatever he needed. And right now, he needed to be alone with Spring.
Calling for reassurances as they stepped out of the elevator, Summer turned to Spring, who had now turned to them. “We will see you at breakfast, right?”
Spring couldn’t help but laugh. Summer, always the big sister, no matter how old they got. “Yes, Summer. Just give us a few minutes. Okay?”
“Don’t be long.” Spring could see the worry in her sister’s eyes. She nodded her head as the elevator closed once again.
Spring turned to Bo and watched as he swiped a card across the panel where the buttons were located. The elevator stood motionless. When the phone inside the elevator rang, he quickly picked it up and spoke into it.
“Hit the camera and give me twenty, okay?”
Apparently, whoever was on the other end didn’t put up a fuss. He gently hung up the phone and turned to Spring. He ran the pad of his thumb across her lips and grinned. “You gave me your real name.”
That hadn’t been the first thought to cross her mind, but she smiled at the statement. “I did. And so did you, Bo.” Her grin was just as wide as his. She watched as his pale blue eyes twinkled and darkened as he leaned down towards her.
“You snuck out of my suite.”
She didn’t expect that to come out of his mouth. Frankly, she thought they should have avoided that topic altogether. She looked down, because she couldn’t look at him and think of a lie. She did sneak out. What was she supposed to do? Instead, Spring said nothing.
Bo’s hand went to her cheek. Instinctively, she turned into it with her eyes closed and kissed his palm. The intimate gestures should have unnerved her, but they didn’t. It only made her womb tighten at his every touch.
“Spring,” he whispered as he tipped her chin up and once again held her gaze. “What is this? What’s happening between us?”
“I-I don’t know. But I don’t want it to stop.” Had she said that out loud?
“Me neither.” He held her head in his hands and ran his tongue across her lips just before she parted them. He welcomed the silent invitation. His tongue slid past her lips and instantly tangled with hers. The deep sigh from Spring simply encouraged him to kiss her with more passion. The desire for her burned deep in the depths of his soul. He couldn’t part with her. He growled in her mouth as hands skated all over her body. She moaned at his touches and moved in impossibly closer to him. Breaking their kiss first, he stared at her with lust-filled eyes. Panting as he tried to catch his breath.
“Wish number two, please fuck me now.” Oh, dear God, she didn’t even recognize the sound of her own voice. Where had the confidence come from? She just begged a man to fuck her in the elevator where anyone could hear or see them. And all Spring could do was concentrate on not coming before he touched her.
Bo only arched a brow at her request. “Minx, take off your panties before I rip them off.”
There was no smile on his face or in his voice. His face had gone stern, determined, and his eyes darkened even more. Spring had never moved so fast in her life. This is what she wanted, what she craved. A man that knew what she needed and what she craved. Sometimes Spring wanted soft and gentle and sometimes…sometimes she just wanted her brains fucked out. The desire for this man made her insane. The throbbing of her clit couldn’t be ignored. After slipping her panties off, she tossed them to the floor and looked up at Bo. He had already removed his hat.
“You are so damn sexy.” He grabbed both of her arms and linked them around his neck. She hadn’t even realized he had already unzipped his pants and had his cock out, bobbing and ready to make her scream his name.
His hands slowly caressed down her body until they found her naked pussy and slid two fingers inside of her. She was soaked. Bo removed his fingers and grabbed handfuls of her dress and pushed it up to her waist. “Are you ready, minx?” He did not bother to let her answer. It would not have mattered either way. She was always ready for him.
He took her mouth in such a rough kiss it took her breath away. When her knees began to melt at the sheer force of it all, Bo cupped her ass and lifted her off the floor as if she weighed nothing. “Lock your legs around me,” he whispered against her lips.
Spring did as instructed. She immediately felt the cold surface of the elevator wall at her back. He was going to use it for support. She felt his fingers glide down the crevice of her rounded cheeks and dip into her saturated pussy. Her juices were everywhere. They had coated her tender folds as well as her clit and inner thighs.
“Mmmm,” he murmured against her ear. “All for me.”
It wasn’t a question. It was a statement. A statement she wouldn’t dare argue against. A statement she wholly agreed with. A statement she wished could last past her vacation. A statement she would hold on to as long as possible.
“Bo,” she groaned as she tossed her head from side to side against the elevator wall. Her hips mov
ed of their own free will. She had no control over her body. It only seemed to respond to Bo and his ministrations.
No words were uttered by him. Only the delicious haze of desire and hunger for Spring shone brightly in those stormy, ever-changing eyes of his. He aligned her sheath with his dick and slowly sank into her to the hilt. His come boiled, ready to burst through his slit. The pressure was insurmountable. He watched as Spring squirmed and moaned, but he held her firm and controlled every stroke.
“Bo, I-I won’t last. You have maybe sixty seconds.” She closed her eyes. Embarrassed by the admission.
“Look at me, Spring.” He began slow, deep thrusts as he spoke to her. When she opened her eyes and looked at him, he continued to talk. “I will be right behind you, baby. Let go. Come for me, minx.”
His words were like an aphrodisiac. Spring tightened her legs around his waist and gripped him harder on the shoulders. Her clit became so sensitive to touch that when Bo thrust into her, just the light strokes of his curls were enough to send her over the edge. Spring was by no means quiet when she came.
Bo latched on to her mouth and swallowed her cries. He melded her to his body as he thrust harder into her. His fingers dug into her bottom as he fucked her. He was so deep inside her, he couldn’t tell where he ended and she began. All he could do was enjoy her sheath tightening and sucking at his spent cock. When he slowed his strokes, he called her name and waited for her to, once again, open her eyes.
“You’re mine, Spring.” One slow stroke in and out. “You are mine. No matter what.” Another slow stroke as his cock went soft. “I don’t know what this is, but I can’t let you go.” His cock slipped out of her, but he still held her firmly against his chest and the wall.
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