Page 139 of Buckin' Around

I’m on my knees before my brain has time to catch up with what’s happening.

She cants her ass up, widening her thighs, knees sunk into the blanket. Her fingers circle her clit, soft whimpers spilling through her parted lips.

I line up with her slick entrance and slam my body home inside hers.

“Oh feck,” she whines.

My hand is reaching for her hair. She gathers it up and drops it into my waiting palm. Never in the history of man have two people been so fucking compatible.

“Spence,” she breathes, turning to look over her shoulder. “Fuck me like you hate me...please.”

No, Riles . . .

“I—”

“God, Spencer, hard, rough. Now.”

I pull out and slam into her like I’m not afraid to break her small frame. I should know better than that by now. Riley O’Malley is as tough as they come. Fiery, stunning, and fuckingmine.

I thunder into her, tugging her head back as I go.

She mewls, back curving as pleas tumble from her mouth.

“Fuck. You like that, beautiful?” I growl.

“God yes, don’t you dare stop,” she pants.

The wet slapping sounds echo over the lake. It’s crude. It’s goddamn perfect.

“Spe—”

I lean down, sliding my hand around her throat, and guide her up onto her knees. Hair still tight in my grip, I thunder up into her as her back meets my chest. I love her this close.

Her head turns, her open mouth chasing mine.

“Spence, please cowboy . . .”

“Please what, Riles?”

“Don’t let me go. I can’t do goodbyes.”

Her eyes roll back into her head as she tightens around me.

Don’t let me go . . .

Now?

Forever?

Literally or metaphorically?

Riles, what the hell?

She clamps down on my cock. Wave after wave milks me as heat coils at the base of my spine. My grip in her hair and around her throat is too tight. But my mind is stuck on her last words, and I literally can’t let her go.

Not now.

Not ever.