Free All the Broken Pieces: (Broken Series Book 3) by Anna Paige

and my breath caught in my throat.
    Dammit, no!
    I sat up with a start, pulling myself out of Brant’s reach and barely avoiding the orgasm that had nearly ruined everything.
    “Tease.” Brant mumbled, humor in his voice. “Five more seconds and I would have had you coming all over my tongue.”
    “Cocky much?” I rolled my eyes and moved my knees from around his head, grabbing his wallet and handing it to him so he could retrieve the condom while I took up position near his waist, just waiting for my chance to climb onto that glorious cock.
    “When your thighs are gripping my head like you’re trying to crack a walnut and the juices are flowing out of you like a damn faucet, I have good reason to be cocky, Red.” He smirked as he pulled out the foil pack and tossed his wallet onto the pile of clothes.
    I snorted at his arrogance though it actually turned me on. “If I hadn’t prevented it, you would have blown your load ten times.”
    He handed me the condom and winked. “I find it disturbing that you have so little faith in my self-control. Maybe I like to teeter on the brink, ever think of that?”
    Edging… A man after my own heart.
    “Is that a fact?” I purred as I rolled the condom down his smooth shaft. “Bet I can keep you on the edge long enough to regret that statement. And I know I can make you come first.” I raised a brow in challenge.
    “Not much of a bet, if you ask me. Sounds like even if I lose, I win.” He grinned and held out a hand to help me shift myself to straddle him.
    I reached between us and gripped his erection, lightly rubbing it along my seam. “Does that mean you’re in?”
    He glanced at where his head was pressing against my opening. “Not yet, but I will be in a second.” He gripped my hips and thrust up, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion, causing us both to gasp and freeze at the exquisite feel of it. “Now I’m in, gorgeous.” He laid back and put his hands behind his head, watching me with a dare in his eyes. “Show me what you’ve got.”
    I rose up until he was barely inside me and slammed myself down so hard the truck’s shocks squeaked. “Let the games begin…”
     
    •••
     
    Nearly two mind-blowing hours later, I took pity on his writhing form and allowed him to come. His body shuddered so long I thought maybe he’d slipped into a damn seizure. It was the longest orgasm I’d ever witnessed and definitely the most powerful—for him to experience and for me to watch. My body tingled all over as I slowly rotated my hips, drawing out the last waves of his release until he finally stilled beneath me, chest heaving and eyes heavily hooded with satisfaction.
    “Looks like I won the bet.” The corner of my mouth curled up into a cocky smile as I leaned down to press my lips to his.
    He was still fighting for breath but managed to shake his head and mutter, “I wouldn’t call an orgasm like that a loss, darlin’. Not by a long shot.”
    “I’ll add that one to the list.” I chuckled, pushing his unruly hair from his face.
    He glanced down at where we were still joined, pushing his hips up one last time and giving an involuntary jerk. “What list?” he asked absently, clearly in the afterglow zone.
    “I call it ‘things losers say…’“ I smirked down at him. “Now, time for the loser to pay the price.” I raised my body off his, leaving him sitting on the back seat all alone. He chuckled deeply and hastily removed the condom, depositing it in a plastic bag that had been tucked under the front seat.
    We’d moved inside the truck during one of my purposeful pauses about an hour before. He’d been right about the bed liner, it was kind of painful on my bare flesh after a good hour of riding his impressive cock.
    Luckily, the truck had a surprisingly spacious back seat, allowing me to ride him in a variety of positions and bring him close to climax so many times I’d lost count. Now, though, it wasn’t the backseat I