If Bennett didn’t fall forward to clap his hand over my mouth, I’m sure my scream would’ve woken everyone in a ten mile radius. He blankets me with his body, his jeans rough against abused skin as I sob and shiver beneath him.
“Fuck, so good, sweet Magnolia,” he says over my muffled whines. “So perfect, baby, you took that so well.”
He continues to murmur sweet nothing into my ear as I come down from the worst of the pain. My mind slowly pushes the agony to the background and focuses on the bulk of muscle caging me in, the obvious bulge of Bennett’s cock against my hip. I slow my breathing to something closer to normal, and he slowly peels his hand off my mouth.
“Please, Bennett, need you,” I gasp out as soon as I can speak again. “Fuck me, please, I’m sorry. I’ll be good, I swear, won’t ever lie to you again.”
My words are hardly more than a jumble of syllables, but thankfully, he understands what I’m asking for. And he fucking gives it to me.
I’m too floaty on the haze of pain and endorphins to pay attention as he kicks his jeans off and slings his tank top behind him, but the second I feel his cock against me, it’s all I can focus on. He’s thick and hot against me, and somewhere in the back of my head, I realize he’s wearing a condom this time. I know we shouldn’t, but I want to feel him fill me up, feel it drip back out of me.
“One more time, baby,” he says, slipping his fingers over the wetness between my thighs. “Fuck, you’re soaked. Tell me you’re sorry, and I’ll let you have it.”
My voice breaks on my apology this time, tears beading at my lashes as I try in vain to push back on his cock. “Please, I’m so sorry, Bennett! I need you, need you so bad, please, anything?—”
Words fail me as he sheaths himself in one brutal thrust, his fingers digging into the curve of my ass, right over the worst of the marks the reins left.
My orgasm slams into me without warning, a wall of pleasure crashing into me as soon as his hips meet mine. I bury my face in the sheets to quiet the screech of overwhelmed bliss as I thrash beneath him.
Bennett folds himself over me, grinding himself deep inside me as I clench around him, holding me still so he can feel every shake and quiver of my body.
“So fuckingeasy,” he teases me, voice dark and deep in my ear. “How many times do you think I can make you cum?”
He starts up a ruthless rhythm, driving so deep inside me that I swear I can feel him all the way up in my throat. In the end,I have no clue how many times he makes me cum. All I know is pleasure, so deep in my bones that I feel like I’m bleeding it, breathing it. My voice crumbles into nothing more than pleading little squeaks as he brings me over the edge over and over.
He groans my name out and pulls me impossibly closer, his own climax finally hitting him. I can hardly think. My body buzzes with endorphins and exhaustion, leaving me shaking and brainless beneath him.
The world comes back to me slowly, first in the twinge of my hips as he pulls out, then in the scratch of calluses as he rolls me over and pets my cheeks, then the gentle press of his lips across my brow, my nose, my jaw. I lay still and sated as he puts my hair up in a sloppy ponytail, just enough to keep it out of my face, hardly hearing him as he coos praises and tells me how pretty I look all fucked out in his bed. He disappears for a moment, and panic threatens to crush me, but he returns before I can start crying and urges me to sip at a glass of cool water.
I let him tug me into bed properly after I finish the water, my head a little clearer, but my body still on another plane.
“Perfect girl, come here,” Bennett whispers, drawing the blankets over both of us.
I hadn’t realized how cold I was, but the warmth is so good, and I burrow deeper into both the blankets and his chest. The urge to cry bubbles in my chest, but I ignore it, focusing instead on the scent of Bennett’s cologne.
Everything feels right like this, pressed up against Bennett’s broad chest with his heart beating beneath my ear. I’ve never felt so fulfilled with anyone else, so at home.
If this is the way things always are between us, I might wind up falling for him, and hard.
Chapter Thirteen
MAGGIE
“No,Oakley’s back from school for the weekend, so everyone’s fawning over her,” I say, flopping down onto my bed. “Just glad that stupid job is over. Getting up that early waskillingme. I’ve got some pocket change now, though. Want to go shopping tomorrow?”
I’ve been putting my paychecks away in my savings, but blowing a little cash won’t hurt.
“I thought you were saving up to move. Did you give up on California?”
“Fuck no, Penny,” I snort, rolling my eyes at the thought. “I’m getting out of here as soon as I can, but I can’t just drown myself in work. We don’t even have to buy anything, just window shop. It’ll take me a while to save up, anyway.”
“You don’t sound as annoyed about that as usual,” Penny says with a chuckle. “Don’t tell me youlikedworking.”
“Ew, I’m not like you, weirdo.” I glance toward the door before answering the real question there. The last thing I need is someone overhearing me. “I found something else worth staying around for. You know that new guy I told you about?”
“Maggie!” Penny gasps. “Your dad’ll kill you if he finds out you’re dating someone on the ranch.”
My heart twinges at the word, at the reminder that Bennett has no interest in anything more than sex.
