Free Rodeo: A Bad Boy Romance (FMX Bros Book 2) by Tess Oliver

his mouth against my ear and a shiver of delight coursed through me as he spoke. “I want to feel every fucking inch of you, baby.” With that, his fingers dove deep inside of me. My knees weakened, and I used his arms and the door behind me as support.
    “Back in Montana, my pulse would race and my cock would harden just at the thought of you, Sayler. That hasn’t changed. I’m sportin’ a fucking hard on all day just thinking about you, the way you laugh, the way you sway those thin hips back and forth when you walk . . . ” He ran his tongue around my ear, and I mewled in pleasure at the feel of it. “The way you taste,” he whispered. “Hmm, especially the way you taste.”
    I reached down, opened his pants and pushed them down to his thighs. His erection pressed urgently at my belly, and I curled my fingers around it, running my hand along the length of it from base to smooth, slick tip. “Take me right now, Parker. I don’t even give a damn where or how, just fill me with this cock.” My hands went around his neck. The door rattled as he pushed me up against it. I wrapped my legs around him. He kissed me hard as he jammed his cock inside of me.
    “God, baby, I’m not going to last long,” he muttered. “You’re too fucking tight. Too fucking sweet.” He rocked hard against me, and the door shuddered behind my back as he slammed into me, finding the deepest pocket possible and teasing that spot that could take me straight to a mind-blowing orgasm. His hands grasped my ass almost roughly as he ground against me, turning his hips up to meet my downward motion.
    “Holy shit,” he growled, “why the fuck did I ever leave you?”
    My pussy milked his cock as he pumped it inside of me. I arched toward him, and the heat of his body warmed my clit as it rubbed against him. My legs tightened around him. He freed one hand and reached between our bodies to stroke my clit. The rough callused skin of his thumb made my pussy clench tightly around him. “Parker, yes!” I cried as my body quivered and dissolved into pulsating waves of pleasure.
    “That’s it, baby. Tighten that sweetness around me.” His hips slammed against me. The door shook wildly as he came at me with all his strength. His fingers clutched at my ass, and he held me steady as he pushed deeper. “Fuck,” a low guttural growl rolled up from his chest to his throat as his hot seed spilled inside of me.
    I clung to him as he carried me to his bed and lowered me onto the mattress. He took off his pants and stretched out next to me. I cuddled against his warm body just as a light knock sounded on the door, the door we’d just nearly shaken off its hinges.
    I gasped. “I thought they were outside.”
    “Me too.” Parker lifted his head. “Yeah? What do you want?”
    “It’s just me,” Dray spoke through the door. “I came in to take a whiz and was wondering if you felt the earthquake. It was only on this end of the house, but it was a big one.”
    Parker shook his head. “Well, this is California. Never know when the earth is going to move.”
    I hid my blush warmed face against Parker’s chest, even though there was no one else in the room. “I’m so embarrassed. I thought we were alone.”
    “Fucking Dray. He probably planned the whole damn piss break figuring we were sneaking in here to mess around.” We heard the glass door to the patio open and shut. In the distance, a motorcycle fired up. The house was quiet. “See. Now we’re alone.” He pushed me onto my back and climbed on top of me, settling between my legs. “Which of course means we need to start all over.”

Chapter 11
    Sayler
    I grabbed my silk robe off the hook near the stage exit and pulled it on. It had been a long night and the customers had been especially drunk and rowdy, which made for an awful shift but it also meant bigger tips. I could feel the folds of money pressing against my skin as I hurried to the dressing room to undress and count the cash.
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