Free Finally Finn (Los Rancheros #4) by Brandace Morrow

with
him inside of me. I watch his eyes turn to steel as my flesh
stretches to make room for his cock.
    Batty bares his teeth. The tendons in his
neck pull taut. His hands fall to my ass, squeezing tight. And his
eyes stay on mine.
    I tell him with my eyes to let me in. I ask
nicely. I beg. Then I get mad and demand it.
    I drag my hands down his face, pulling his
skin, stretching his lip as he stays frozen, his only movement the
pulsing inside of me. Down, I move past his collar bone. That’s
when I dig in. I do have nails and I do leave welts. I grit my
teeth, nostrils flaring and glare as I drag my nails down his chest
and over the ridges of his stomach.
    “FUCK!” The sound explodes from his soul.
It’s pain, and rage, and love, and relief.
    I gasp when he thrusts into me, violently
pulling me down, before immediately lifting again. My hands leave
his skin to reach for the headboard above our heads. I pull myself
up with my arms and feet on the mattress, and know I can go
forever. I will go forever like this, until he gives me what I
want.
    He moves a leg to try to flip up and I lean
away from it. “No.” I’m doing this. I’m in control, and he won’t
take it away from me.
    “What do you want?” he asks, his breathing
labored as I start to move again.
    I put my forehead to his, our noses gliding
against each other’s and whisper against his lips,
“Everything.”
    Batty’s fingers clench on my ass, and he
pumps his hips hard into me. When I move my head back, I pick up
the pace, grinding when I need it, slamming down when he does,
becoming drenched in sweat. My hair stretches between us, like even
that is trying to pull him into me.
    Batty’s eyes skim over my body, his hand
glides on my skin, his forehead beads with sweat that I watch move
down his chest.
    I go forever. I have to stop moving when he
gets close, or I do, but neither of us goes over the edge. I work
us up to that line and ruthlessly push us back. More than once
Batty tries to take charge, but I’m prepared.
    There is no other option. I’ve taken this on,
chosen to do it this way, and if I fail I know his defenses will go
back up and I’ll never get a chance again. I will break this
man.
    “Sadie . . . you have to . . . I can’t do
this . . .” he pants. I take his hands in mine up to the headboard.
They slide with sweat, but we grip hard, our skin turning white at
the knuckles.
    I’m not deluding myself, if he really, really
wanted me off of him, he could move my bony ass, but I will do
everything in my power to make him move past this. Sex is our
thing. We have always said everything we couldn’t bear to vocalize
with our bodies, and right now he’s vibrating with words that have
to come out.
    “Give it to me, baby. Please, Batty. Please,”
I gasp. His eyes roll back and his head falls.
    “Say it again,” he whispers. What? Say
what?
    “Batty.”
    “Again.”
    “Batty, I think I love you.” I suck in a
shocked breath. Fuck. His eyes open and his breathing stops.
    “What?”
    “I’m . . . I didn’t . . .” I panic and do the
only thing I can think to do. I bring us back to that ledge, and we
jump together.
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    Our hands have slid from the headboard and
Batty pushes them behind my back to hold me without letting them
go. Our bodies fuse together and we don’t speak.
    My head is shouting every curse word I can
possibly come up with. I meant to break him, but have a fucking
epiphany at the worst possible time imaginable. I want to run. My
mission was to get him to talk about his past love, not throw mine
at him. Jesus Christ.
    “Sadie.” Our bodies aren’t cooling. They’re
radiating heat in waves like the sun on hot cement. Still, I don’t
move. “Babe, I’m in a fucking puddle. We need to move,” he says
quietly.
    “I can’t.” My words are barely a sound, I’m
so exhausted. “I can’t move my legs.” Batty moves his head down and
fuses his mouth to my bare shoulder, then lets go of my hands.
    He lays me