Page 32 of Wright Together

“Ass up,” he commanded as he pushed my head down into the mattress.

His hands moved over the bottom of my ass. I knew it was a sight to behold. I did enough squats and dead lifts and hip thrusts to make it as round and juicy as it was. All those days of sweating in the gym had really paid off for this moment. I was going to have to tell my personal trainer that I had a new ambition. Not just having the greatest ass possible, but an ass that would make Whitt Wright want to spank it. A girl had to have goals.

I saw God the first time he thrust into me. My body could barely contain him at this angle. It was as deep as it would go. I could practically feel his cock in my stomach.

My hands clenched into the white hotel comforter. “Fuck.”

Maybe he was right. He’d called my bluff. I wasn’t sure Icouldhandle him all night. Not if I had to walk tomorrow. Or drive back to Lubbock. Oh fuck.

“That’s right,” he said, thrusting in and out again. “Let your filthy pussy take it. Take it all. Every”—he slammed into me harder—“single”—again—“inch.”

I rocked forward with the force of his last thrust. I was incoherent with need as he railed into me. His hands tugging my hips backward as he moved inside of me. The wet smacking of his balls against my clit. My vision went in and out, and it took all of my strength to not let my arms give out.

Before our time in the hot tub, I would have said there was no way he could bring me to climax twice. Let alone three times. Now, I was bent forward at the waist—my face in the mattress, his hands on my ass, his cock buried in my pussy—and I was pretty sure he could make me come until I saw heavenly bodies.

“Oh—oh God,” I gasped. “Please. Please.”

My murmurs turned incomprehensible. He just chuckled and sped up. Then, it all hit a crescendo at the same time.

He roared behind me, emptying deep inside of my pussy. I screamed his name into the hotel, hoping that every cowboy in the place heard me do it. Then, I collapsed forward against the bed. Sweaty, panting, and exhausted, I crawled to put my head against a pillow and promptly passed out.

11

Whitton

The next morning should have been awkward.

Instead, I’d rolled Eve over, fucked her senseless for a third time in so many hours, and then we packed up and drove home. We didn’t even mention it on the drive. I let her pick the music, but not drive the car. There was only so much bending a man could take.

Once we got into Lubbock, she kissed me long and hard and drove herself home in her beat-up 4Runner that continued to cause her problems. And I’d sat in the parking lot, wondering what in the fuck I had just done.

I was still trying to figure it out on Monday morning as I worked on the paperwork for the Midland survey. Instead, my mind could only replay invividdetail exactly what had happened after we completed the survey. The taste of her skin and the round of her ass and the feel of her dripping wet pussy.

“Fuck,” I growled, low and irritable.

If I didn’t get my thoughts under control, I was going to get hard at my desk. And there was nothing I could fucking do about it here. My hand certainly wouldn’t sate what Eve had awakened when she offered me a taste of her sweet sin.

“Knock, knock,” a voice said.

I cleared my throat, erasing the memories from my conscious mind, and turned to find Jensen and Jordan standing outside of my office. You’d guess they were siblings rather than cousins at first glance. It still surprised me that we all looked so much alike. If I’d had any real doubts about whether we were all related, it’d died with our appearance.

“Hey. How can I help you?” I came to my feet, buttoning my suit coat closed.

“You already are,” Jensen said. “Whitton, meet my son, Colton.”

He gestured behind him where a little mini me stood broodily. He was already almost as tall as his dad at only fifteen. His dark hair was long and moppish in what must be the current fashion. He was in a suit, and he wore it like he’d been born into it. A slouchy, disinterested posture painted across his figure.

To his credit, he met my eye straight on when he was introduced and held his hand out. “Nice to meet you.”

So, maybe he wasn’t a total shit. Just an entitled one who had grown up incredibly privileged. A fallen prince.

I shook his hand—hard. “So, you’re my new intern?”

“So they tell me.”

Jensen cleared his throat, and Colton shot his father an irritated look.

“I mean, yes.” His eyes snapped back to me. “Sir. Yes, sir. Happy to be here.”