What was different about tonight? Was it because he’d probably never see Brett again? Maybe. No, definitely. For some reason, knowing that this was only a one-night stand had eliminated his typical need to restrain and censor himself.

Another rush of liberation flooded his gut as realization struck. His mindset was eerily similar to the way he felt when he was kicking ass in the cage. He could do and say whatever he wanted tonight. He didn’t have to hold back, didn’t have to worry about coming on too strong. Yes, he would take care of her—he already had and planned on doing it again—but he could also be selfish. For this one night, he could drop the good-guy mask and act on the primal urges he’d been fighting his entire life.

“That’s it, tease me.” He shuddered when she licked the sweet spot on the underside of his cock. Gentle and seductive. “I don’t want to come yet. Just get me ready.”

She tightened the suction, and when his hips gave an involuntarily thrust, she reached around and cupped his ass, taking him all the way to the back of her throat. She paused for a moment.

“There you go. Breathe.” AJ stroked her hair, the dark strands soft and silky between his fingers. He pulled almost his entire length out, until only the tip remained between her lips, and then he slipped inside again with the same leisurely tempo.

Christ. There was nothing better than this. A nice, lazy blowjob. Brett’s tiny whimpers of pleasure. The pressure of her fingers digging into his butt cheeks.

But the impatience built, the acute need for release gathering in his balls until he had no choice but to wrench his cock out of her hot mouth.

“Where are you going?” she demanded when he took several steps away.

“Condom,” he choked out.

He grabbed his pants off the floor and fumbled in the pockets for his wallet. Once he found what he was looking for, he sheathed himself in an impressive feat of speed and strode back to the couch.

Brett was lying down again, a slight smirk on her face as she looked up at him. “If you’re not inside me in the next two seconds, I’m going to be very upset.”

“Don’t worry, there’s nowhere else I want to be.” To punctuate that, he lowered his body on top of hers, grasped his erection, and guided it to her core.

The first thrust had black dots flashing in his vision. Holy hell. She was just as tight as he’d anticipated.

“First time is gonna be fast,” he warned her. “I’m way too close.”

She smiled, her dark eyes gleaming with feminine power. “You can make it up to me later. With your tongue.”

“Oh, I intend to,” he growled. “With my tongue. And my hands. And my cock. By the time this night is over, you’ll be so well fucked you won’t be able to move for days.”

He buried himself to the hilt, and this time they groaned in unison.

“I. Can’t. Wait,” she burst out. Each word was a moan, because he was moving inside her now, fast and deep.

The couch cushions squeaked from the frantic pace he’d set. He’d turned into an animal, driving into her without restraint, sucking and biting her neck as pleasure rippled through his body. His surroundings faded. His pulse shrieked between his ears. All he was conscious of was the woman beneath him. Her hot sheath gripping his cock. Her moans echoing in his ear.

The climax hit him like a sledgehammer to the chest. Knocked the wind right out of him as paralyzing ecstasy pulsed in the base of his spine and then shot out in every direction. He wasn’t sure when—or how—he crashed back to the earth, but when he was able to think clearly again, he registered Brett’s soft laughter.

“What?” he croaked.

Her wide grin pierced through his foggy vision. “Nothing. I was just thinking that if I’d known you were this good of a lay, I would’ve tried harder to hook up with you in high school.”

He choked out a laugh of his own, gently easing out of her core before collapsing at her side. He ran his hand over her breasts, but his fingers still felt like limp noodles, so he splayed them over her flat belly and nestled closer to her. “Trust me, you didn’t miss out. I was an amateur back then. No moves.”

“An amateur, huh?” Her lips tickled his shoulder. “Does that make you a professional fucker now?”

“Yup.” He moved his hand over her stomach in a sensual caress. “These days I know what I’m doing.”

“God. You totally do.” She sat up and brushed hair off her forehead, then gave him a little shove so that he was on his back. “Okay, that was a long enough break. Let’s do it again.”

Her eagerness made him laugh, but she silenced the husky sound with a kiss.

And proceeded to rock his world all over again.



They slept. They screwed. Slept some more. Screwed some more.

By the time AJ crashed for the night, he’d reached several important conclusions. One—casual hookups were not as sleazy as he’d previously believed. Two—it was possible to pass out from sex-exhaustion. And three—he’d had the best sex of his life tonight. Hands down.