by Molly McLain
She nodded her head and whispered, “Yes, I was.”
“I loved it and I hated it.” He massaged her other enflamed cheek and slapped the first one again, making her flinch and curl her toes into the floor. She buried her face further into the cradle of her arms and that just wasn’t going to work. She needed to watch what was to come. She needed to experience it on every level possible, so she’d never forget...
Winding one hand in her hair and freeing his cock with the other, he lifted her head and tightened the angle so she could see them both in the steamy mirror. “Watch.”
She licked her lips and nodded again.
“Now tell me you understand what I have to do.”
“I understand.” Her eyes radiated intense, heady desire, but her voice sounded small and fragile. Too fragile.
“Maddie...” He leaned over her and placed a soft kiss between her shoulder blades as he slipped his cock between her thighs and pressed in, sliding along her wet folds. “I can’t have you going around letting strange men touch you. Tell me you want this.”
“I want it.”
“Tell me what it is I need to do.”
“You need to fuck me. To make me yours. Only yours.”
Ah, that was better. Just the right words, just the right concession. And just enough consent for him to drive into her so hard, she lifted off the ground. Sliding an arm around her waist to keep her anchored, he pounded into her again, they eyes locked together in the mirror.
Her face twisted like it had in the shower, her lips parted and puckered, her eyes hazy and dark. With every purposeful glide of his cock into her tight body, she mewled, absorbing every ounce of pleasure he gave her.
“The next time you get any ideas...” pump “ about letting another man touch you...” thrust “...you remember that your body...” grind “...belongs to me. And only me. The vows we took...” slam “...and the ring I put on your finger gave me that right. So don’t you ever” out “...forget...” in “...how this feels. Don’t you ever forget that you’re mine, Maddie. All. Fucking. Mine.”
Her fingers gouged at his arm around her middle, her back arched, and he felt her give into the orgasm he’d forced her to hold off.
“Ah, that’s it, baby. Do you have any idea how good that feels? Your tight pussy gripping my dick like that? It’s made me for me, Maddie. My cock. My come. Don’t you ever forget that.”
Her legs and ass trembling against his thighs, he slammed into her again and felt his own release rip from deep in his balls, out the tip of his cock, and through every fiber of his body. His jaw locked tight and his fingers dug into her hips as he let go deep inside her. Inside his beautiful, perfect wife.
He collapsed over her bare back and buried his face in the crook of her neck, struggling for breath. The room spun...hell, his world spun. He’d just had the hottest friggin’ sex of his life. He’d taken and he’d given, and he’d pushed himself—and Maddie—beyond what he’d thought possible.
The new level of intimacy they’d achieved the night before? Blown right out of the water.
Nuzzling close, he placed a gentle kiss against the sweet spot behind her ear. “You okay?”
With a small smile, she reached over her shoulder and slid her fingers into his hair. The gesture was so tender and so endearing after what they’d done, all he could was smile too. “That was...amazing,” she whispered.
“Yeah.” Smooth, Hudson, real smooth.
She laughed softly. “I love you.”
“I love you too, and I never, ever want you to feel like you have to hide your desires again. You wanna try something new? Or make it a habit? Tell me. Or shove me down on the bed and take it. Believe me, baby, I’m not going to complain. When I took those vows and made those promises to you, I meant them. I’m yours, Maddie. In every way possible. Just like you’re mine.”
She sighed and wiggled her ass back against his lap, his cock still tucked inside her. He groaned.
“Keep doing that and you’re gonna make me hard again.”
“Mmm, I like the sound of that.”
“I bet you do.” He bit her neck, soothed the wound with his tongue and regretfully slipped himself from his favorite place on earth. “Let’s finish that shower and see what other kinds of naughty I can stir up in you.”
“Yes, sir.”
Chapter Nine
“You’re out of breath. Were you having sex?”
“No. Not since lunch, like...” Stretched out in a lounger on their suite’s private patio, Maddie pulled the phone away from her ear and checked the time. “Like an hour ago.”
On the other end of the line, her best friend, Carissa, laughed. “You little hussy. I bet you two haven’t even left your room.”
Maddie grinned. They were on Day Five of their honeymoon and they’d definitely spent a fair amount of time exploring each other’s bodies, but they’d enjoyed plenty of Cabo as well. “Hey, we went ziplining yesterday. And diving the day before. We even went to the nature reserve. Granted, the monkeys fondling each other got Dan all hot and bothered, and he demanded we have sex right there, but...”
“For real?”
“No, I lied, there weren’t any monkeys—it was Dan fondling me.”
“Oh, my God, you’re bad.”
And you don’t know the half of it. “So, word on the street is that you and my brother-in-law will be enjoying a honeymoon sex marathon of your own in the near future.”
Carissa made a reflective sound. “Josh and I don’t need a honeymoon to do that.”
“Ugh, I’m never going to get used to the fact that you two now share a bed.”
“Please. You couldn’t ask for a better sister-in-law than moi.”
Maddie grinned. “Honestly, Car, I’m crazy happy for you guys. And my best friend becoming my sister is just a bonus.”
They shared another moment of gushy girl talk before Dan sauntered onto the patio in a pair of board shorts. His hair was wet from the shower and the damp skin on his shoulders and chest glistened in the sunshine. Putting a finger to his lips, he winked and dropped to his knees beside her.
Paying no mind to her attempt at conversation, he skimmed a hand up the inside of her thigh, fingertips unabashedly sliding beneath her beach cover-up. She bit back a hiss. He wasn’t seriously going to do this right now, was he?
“Listen, Car, I should probably let you go. I’d hate to keep you from your new fiancé. We can catch up on everything when I’m home in a few days.”
Dan grinned and dipped his mouth to her leg, following the path of the hand now toying with the dampened panel of her bathing suit.
Oh, God, he was going to...
Watching him with her lip clasped beneath her teeth, Maddie let her legs fall open, allowing him better access.
“Josh is at work, so I’m all yours. Tell me more about Cabo.”
This was so not a good time for chit-chat. Or was it? “Uh, it’s hot. And there are tons of gorgeous men.” Dan lifted a brow, pulled the fabric aside, and pinched her clit. She gave a half-laugh half-sob and arched into his touch. “Seriously, Car, you should see them. All buff and tanned. There was this surfer—” The pinch became a harsh flick and then his fingers speared hard inside her. “Oh shit...”
“‘Oh shit’ what? Was he that hot?”
Dan jerked her up and around, so her legs hung off the side of the lounger, spread open before him. Just as impatiently, he yanked down her bikini bottom. Right there under the Cabo sunshine with her best friend clueless in her ear.
“Totally hot. Puerto Rican, too. He sorta looked like William Levy, but you know...not Cuban.” Bracing herself back on one arm, she lifted her ass and met Dan’s hungry mouth midair. He growled as he dove in, skipping any careful build up and going straight to the good parts, namely his tongue and his lips and his stubble, everywhere, all at once. “Sweet mother...”
“Oh, my freaking God, you’re having sex right now, aren’t you?”
“No!” Free hand twi
ned in his hair, she gave her husband a saucy grin and his brown eyes glazed over with pure lust as he watched her watch him absolutely devour her. “I would never have sex while on the phone with you. That’d be...absurd.”
“Absurd? Holy crap, now I know you’re doing it. Wow. And eew! I am so hanging up.” Carissa ended the call, but not before Maddie heard her muttered “perverts”.
Dropping the phone, she tossed her head back and focused her attention on her husband’s expert mouth. “You are so damn good at that.”
“Mmm, when your wife tastes like heaven, it’s hard to be bad. I could lick you all damn day.”
“Much as I’d love that, it’s been a whole hour since you fucked me properly.”
“Demanding, aren’t we?” Chuckling, he made quick work of shedding his shorts and sliding in to the hilt. “Aah, my favorite place in the world. Even better than home.”
She leaned up and kissed him, deep and slow. “It’s yours. Always.”
“Hell yeah, it is.” Snagging her hand, he pressed it over his heart and proceeded to take everything she gave him.
***
River Bend, four days later...
Dan glanced down at his cell, discreetly tucked between his lap and his desk. Half-listening to his brother rehash the remainder of the wedding reception, he thumbed a text to his wife. You didn’t call me when you got to work. You promised.
A few seconds later, her response: Sorry. Swamped. You should see the mountain of paperwork I came back to.
You’re telling me you’re too busy for your husband?
Never. I’m sorry.
You should be. But I’m won’t accept your apology via text.
I’ll make it up to you tonight. Promise. For real this time.
No, you’ll make it up to me now. Ten minutes. My office. And take your panties off before you get here. I want you to walk through the courthouse bare-assed under your skirt.
Thirty second later: OMG, seriously?
I take your panties and your ass very seriously.
You’re crazy.
I’m horny. Nine minutes.
“Why are you smiling at your junk? Finally managed to get it up or what?”
Lifting his head enough to cast his brother a fuck-off glare, Dan waited for Maddie’s next response. But it didn’t come. What the hell?
“Yeah, don’t answer that, because I really don’t wanna know if you’re breaking wood in the middle of our conversation. In fact, I’m outta here.” Josh stood and stretched. “Carissa’s making me an extra special lunch today.”
Lunch. Right. “Speaking of Car, I assume she told you about the gift opening tonight? Our place, hors d’oeuvres, obviously beer...”
“...edible underwear, maybe a new dildo for Maddie since you can’t get the job done... Yeah, we’ll be there. Wouldn’t miss that shit for anything.”
Finally tearing his focus away from his phone, he met his brother’s cocky grin with one of his own. “You just wait, asshole. You’re next. I’ll be sure to find that junior size dick pump you’ve been looking for and wrap it up real nice. Maybe even put a bow on it. Once you’ve successfully grown to a respectable three inches, you can reuse the ribbon and surprise Carissa. I bet she’d like that.” He waggled his eyebrows and reclined back in his leather chair.
Josh snorted and gave him a single finger salute as he headed for the door. “Good to know marriage hasn’t changed your Mr.-Fucking-Sunshine disposition.”
Dan laughed as a knock sounded on the door. His brother opened it to a flush-faced, heavy breathing Maddie.
Holy shit. How had she really made it five blocks in—he checked the time on his phone—six minutes?
His pulse picked up and his gaze drifted down to where her snug black skirt bisected her luscious thighs. She was wearing those sparkly stilettos she’d worn on their honeymoon too. But was she wearing underwear? He’d bet his next paycheck that’d be a negative.
Good girl gone bad. Damn, he loved this woman.
“Hey, Mads.” His brother greeted her with a quick hug. “I hear you had a great time in Cabo.”
Her eyes darted between him and Josh as she stepped back quickly from the embrace. She looked nervous. Maybe a little embarrassed. Because she’d hugged his brother with the wind kissing her pussy? Dan bit back a laugh. He’d have to spank her ass for that one. Later.
“Yeah, it was amazing.” She nodded, her little hands clenching and unclenching at her sides. “Can’t wait to go back someday.”
“I bet. Well, you two can tell everyone all about it tonight. See you then.” With a brief wave, Josh disappeared.
“You’re fast. I’m impressed,” Dan said, rocking back in his chair, carefully assessing his flustered wife. “Lock the door.”
Maddie wet her lips, obviously hesitant, but eventually did as he asked.
“You’re in a mood today, aren’t you?” He spoke low. “Remember what happens when you challenge me?” He crooked his finger and she came to him, positioning herself between his widened knees and the desk. The aroma of her arousal tickled his nose and his cock answered the primitive call by tenting his pants.
“I do remember. I’m just not getting my work done like this.” She slid the papers on his desk out of the way and replaced them with her ass.
“Are you complaining?” He traced his finger over the curve of her knee and watched as her a shiver claimed her body and tightened her nipples.
“No. But it’s a good thing I’m the only one in the office today or there’d be hell to pay.”
“And you don’t think there’d be consequences if you let me down?”
A brave smile twitched on her lips. “You’re not my boss.”
“Ha!” He threw his head back and gave a brusque laugh. “You did not just disrespect my authority.”
“Your professional, legal authority? I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware this was a business meeting.”
Oh, she wanted to test him, did she? “I’m talking about my authority as your very horny husband. Spread your legs. Show me you at least obeyed that order.”
True to the good bad girl she’d become, she shifted back and forth, easing up her skirt inch by inch, until she gave him the view he wanted. Pretty, pink, and all his. “Like this?”
“Just like that.” He had his cock in hand in less than ten and he groaned when she licked her lips. “Like what you see?”
“Yes.”
“You might enjoy fighting me for control, but you absolutely love it when I win.”
She nodded and grazed her fingertips shamelessly over her clit.
“I didn’t tell you to touch yourself.”
With a strangled moan, she stopped, fist pressed firmly against his desk. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please love me.”
Aw, shit. Damn. “Babe, I always love you. Every time I touch you. Every time I breathe. But right now, I need you to climb on my lap and fuck me. Hard and fast.”
A sly grin turned up the corners of her pretty red mouth. “After all that, you’re putting me in charge?”
“Babe, when my cock and your pussy are involved, I’m always in charge. There’s no question about that.” He tugged her forward, and she climbed on, sliding down his length without another word. He groaned and stole her mouth in a kiss. “Never gonna get sick of this.”
“Me either.”
“Good. Now fuck me and prove it.”
“Yes, please.”
The End
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Note from the Author
Thank you so much for reading Can’t Hold Back!
I hope you enjoyed it and are eager for more River Bend romance! I’m absolutely in love with this little town, and how could I not be when so many awesome, book-worthy characters wrote themselves right into it?
Up next, Tony Dunn finally meets a woman worth holding onto in Can’t Get Enough, which is slated for release in Summer 2014, as well. I don’t know about you, but I think there’s something innately sexy about a man stepping up to the plate as a father. Nicole Hodges thinks so too and when these two connect, watch out! Can’t Get Enough is a warm-your-heart and give-you-hot-flashes read!
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Acknowledgments
This book wouldn’t have been possible with the continued support of my husband and three amazing children. I love you all to pieces and I’m so happy to have you along on this incredible journey!
My critique partner and friend, Zoe York, deserves the biggest kind of kudos for not only providing endless feedback on this story (and the series), but for keeping me sane through it all. Well, you know...as sane as is possible being a writer with tons of different voices and stories in my head.
Next, my street team. I not only count on you for support and pimpin’, but you’ve been absolutely wonderful with providing an opinion on everything I throw your way, whether it’s cover art or a teaser. You guys are THE BEST!
Last, but certainly not least, my friends and fans. You blew me completely out of the water with your response to Can’t Shake You and I hope I can keep writing books that make you proud. I love you all.
About the Author
Molly McLain has lived in Northern Wisconsin all of her life. She’s a proud fan of the Green Bay Packers, fountain soda, angsty rock ballads, and jellybeans. She also loves camping and binging on reality TV, but her favorite vice of all is road tripping with the radio cranked. Someday, she hopes to travel the country with her husband and her laptop, because nothing gets the plot bunnies hopping like the wind blowing through her hair.