Page 106 of Dallas Rivals

My orgasm builds and explodes, ripping me apart. Oliver silences my moans with a passionate kiss, our tongues caressing each other erotically.

I gently wrap my right hand around his cock and, this time, there are no spasms in his muscles. I guide him to the center of my body, and he teases my entrance before slowly penetrating me. I try to pull my hand away, but he holds it in place.

“No, I want to feel you while I fuck you. I want your hand close by.”

I nod, my eyes burning with desire. I’m so turned on that I’m willing to say yes to anything he wants.

Oliver begins to thrust until he fills me completely. We both pant in unison until my body adapts to his size. The thrusts become frantic and Oliver’s eyes focus only on me, on my face and my pleasure, with absolute devotion.

He lowers his head and kisses me amidst the wild thrusts without breaking contact with my body. Our breathing synchronizes, our foreheads are covered in sweat, and our moans are low so that no one can hear us.

In and out.

With each thrust, I experience more pleasure and sensitivity between my legs, until one thrust sends an electric wave through my body, opening me up and making me scream.

“God, Oliver!”

“I know, I know,” he pants, his lips pressed together. I know he’s about to climax because he speeds up, causing our bodies to collide violently.

Oliver relishes having his tense body buried inside me and I dig my nails into his back.

When we wake up from the most mind-blowing orgasm I’ve ever experienced, our eyes meet, filled with gratitude and love.

“God, I love you so much, intruder,” he says, caressing my flushed cheeks until we melt into an embrace and sleep all night, glued to each other.

The house is suddenly too quiet.

No kids screaming.

No cartoons blaring from the TV at an unbearable volume.

My brothers and their families left this morning, and I wander through the house searching for traces of what was an incredible week.

Not only did I get to enjoy my family, but I finally found the courage to tell Cala how I feel.

And not only that—she confessed too.

It was perfect.

I’d be blind not to admit that my brothers had a lot to do with it. They pushed me, and maybe without that small shove, I wouldn’t have ended up making love to her the way I did, so intimate, so natural, so...Damn it, I can still feel her hands on my skin.

The way her mouth drove me to the most intense, overwhelming pleasure I’ve ever known.

She—the intruder—brought more than just magic into my life.

She brought miracles.

I, Oliver Walker, am in love.

With someone who touches me, holds me, kisses me like there’s no tomorrow. With someone who makes me see a future that isn’t so dark and lonely anymore.

“Oliver, are you all right?” I hear Lucien’s voice behind me.

I turn and find Cala’s father in his wheelchair, waiting for my answer, worry written all over him. We haven’t had a real conversation since Thanksgiving, and we both know that ends today.

“Got a minute?” I ask. “We need to talk about something important.”

We’re alone in the house—Cala’s out in the garden with Eliza picking vegetables for the week, and Lis said she’d help them.