Free The Wedding Gift by Cara Connelly

there and he’d back the fuck off, or Mick would back him off.
    Her nails scraped his neck, scoring his shoulders. She was marking him too, and that was fine with him. He’d bleed for her, gladly. He bit her lip hard enough to make her gasp, dragged his mouth to her throat and sucked a big hickey under her ear. She was his and everyone would know it.
    â€œMick.” Her breath heaved. “Mick, I need . . .”
    She needed to come all over him, that’s what she needed. He pinned her with his shoulder, freed up a hand and shoved it down between them into the slippery mess they had going.
    She gasped when he touched her. Her skull cracked the wall. He felt the pain like it was his own. “Easy, baby. Just come for me.”
    â€œI . . . Yes. Yes.” Panting. Gouging his back. Then shuddering, shuddering.
    Christ, he’d never seen anything as sexy as Jan coming. It blew his mind. His body went rigid. His cock went off like a rocket, exploding inside her as she contracted around him, drawing everything out of him, including the last ounce of his strength.
    His knees folded and he did a controlled slide to the floor. Jan’s head flopped forward onto his shoulder. She was limp as a noodle. Totally out of it.
    He shifted around in the impossibly small space, so the warm water hammered his back instead of Jan’s. Resting his cheek against her hair, he let his heart pound itself out until his pulse approached normal.
    His hand stroked her skin, slick and warm and softer than anything. Happiness pulsed with his heartbeat, spreading out through his veins into every cell.
    Jan shifted slightly, and he remembered the condom he’d put on. No way could he pull out of her in this position. He could hardly believe he’d managed to get inside her in this shoe box, but where there was a will . . . And Jan was definitely willing.
    She let out a weak groan, wiping the smug smile off his face. Guilt swamped him. Christ, what was he thinking, treating her this way? For fuck’s sake, he’d ravaged her, an ancient word but terrifyingly accurate, because he was a fucking barbarian.
    Forget the fingerprints on her thighs; she’d be bruised head to toe.
    â€œShit,” he squeezed out through his tightening throat. “I’m so sorry—”
    Her knuckle dug into his ribs. “Quit apologizing, dummy.”
    Even her voice was weak. His stomach turned over. He had to get her to the bed. She needed water, maybe a doctor—
    â€œThat was awesome,” she said. He felt her lips curve against his skin, then her tongue lapped along his collarbone. “Mmm, yummy. I want to lick you. Everywhere.”
    Christ, he wanted her mouth on him more than he wanted his next breath. But, “One thing at a time,” he said, locking down his dick. “Did I hurt you?”
    She pulled back until he could see her eyes, hooded and sultry. “Do I look like I’m in pain?”
    She looked like she was freshly fucked. And nowhere near ready to call it a night.
    She wriggled, putting the condom in peril. He shifted to damage control. “Hang on, babe, let’s get rid of this one before we think about the next one.”
    But when he tried to uncouple, he got nowhere fast. His back was against one wall, his shoulders sandwiched between two others. He couldn’t spread his elbows. He tried to straighten his legs, but that was out too. The damn stall couldn’t be more than three-by-three.
    Watching his contortions, Jan started to giggle.
    â€œYou won’t be laughing,” he said, “when they need the Jaws of Life to get us out of here.”
    â€œMaybe we should soap up.” She bobbed her brows.
    â€œBabe, if we soap up, we’re not going anywhere.”
    â€œSo either way, we’re stuck.” She leaned back, smiling. Her lips were swollen from his kisses. Only the hottest thing he’d ever seen.
    She raised her arms,