“No, baby, no. I’ll go,” she breathed.

“I want you to go,” he growled, touched her clit with his middle finger, and instantly found she had not lied.

She got up on her hands, reared back into him, hair again flying, and she cried out, “Toby,” her pussy a fist spasming around his dick.

Good Christ.

She was . . . fucking . . . phenomenal.

He fucked her faster, harder, staying at her clit.

“Yes, oh God, yes, baby,” she whimpered, slamming back into him, her thighs bound together with her jeans, his finger tight against her clit, her movements wild, hurried, desperate, urging him to go at her faster, rougher.

So he did.

God, fucking beauty.

She dropped down again, reaching both arms forward, another offering, pussy, ass, hair, everything.

All that was her, he wasn’t going to be able to hold.

“Fuck, Addie,” he grunted.

“Fuck me, Toby, keep fucking me,” she begged breathlessly, crashing back into him, either having the longest orgasm in history or multiples that didn’t seem to be stopping.

He didn’t care.

He wanted her to go . . .

Go . . .

Go.

“Fuck, baby,” he snarled, now pounding into her, the feeling gathering in his balls, thumping down his cock—huge, colossal, so massive, if it wasn’t Addie taking his fucking, it might freak him.

“Yes,” she whispered, whipping her hair around to look over her shoulder at him. “Yes, Toby.”

He caught her beautiful blue eyes, saw the look in them, hot and hungry and openly loving taking his cock.

He couldn’t hold back.

Toby closed his own eyes, rammed in to the root, arching into her, and exploded on a muted roar.

Coming inside Addie

Buried inside Adeline.

Fucking finally connected to his Adeline.

Best ever.

The fucking best he’d ever had.

Fingers wrapped around her hips, Toby was taking her gently when he came down, righted his frame, his neck, and looked back to her.

She was cheek to the bed, eyes to him, pussy sleek and tight and warm, accepting the caress of his dick.

“Hey,” she whispered.

Jesus.

His Adeline.

He felt his lips hitch. “Hey.”

“So, well, at this juncture,” she started, her voice breathy, sweet and hot, “I think it goes without saying, I’ve been into you for a while.”

That made him grin as he glided in, stayed in, watched her face get soft (or softer) when she took all of him, he liked that one serious fuck of a lot, nearly as much as he liked being planted inside her, and he replied, “Same.”

“Um, it’s best for the general population that you continue to keep that body under wraps,” she advised. “I think I had a mini-orgasm just when you took off your shirt. But your dick . . .”

She let that hang.

But it made him smile, bend over her sliding his hands up her sides, and he wasn’t a fan of his fingers drifting over her ribs and feeling how deep the ridges went, but he ignored it, took his hands from her and put his forearms in the bed when he got as close to her face as he could get.

“I like your bra,” he shared.

“Hmm,” she mumbled.

“And your ass.”

“Well . . .”

“And you got a very pretty pussy.”

“What every girl is dying to hear,” she teased.

He smiled at her again.

Then he got serious.

“Babe, we need to talk.” He took one hand from the bed and ran it down her ribs. “And you need to eat.”

“Tobe—”

He lifted up, pulled out, hiked his jeans over his hips then reached to her, pulled her up to just her knees, and nabbed her panties with her jeans to hike them over hers.

“Deal with this condom,” he said in her ear, sliding his arms around her to hug her to his chest. “Then we’re going to the kitchen.”

She turned her head to catch his gaze.

She might have been wanting to say something.

But she didn’t because Toby kissed her again.

Yeah.

It wasn’t the heat of the moment.

She tasted warm, like a good Kentucky bourbon felt in your stomach.

But better.

This time he went slow, made it sweet, gave her time to explore his mouth, gave himself some to explore hers, and only when she twisted to make it more serious did he break away.

“Condom. Kitchen. Food,” he said, touched his lips to her nose and then he moved away.

When he’d done his business and again hit the bedroom, she had her Henley back on, her jeans done up and his tee in her hands.

“Could I request you go shirtless at all times when we’re not in the company of others?” she asked as he walked to her.

And there it was.

Addie was back.

Sassy. Funny.

But being that in his bedroom.

He’d been pretty pleased with himself when he got his degree. When he’d earned his pilot’s license. When he’d told Johnny back in the summer that he was going to stay in Matlock and wanted to work at Gamble Garages and earned that look on his brother’s face.

But Addie being like that in his bedroom?

No day he’d had was better than that day.

“If I do that, are you gonna be able to keep your hands off me?” he asked back.

“Highly doubtful,” she replied.

He stopped close and gently tugged his shirt from her hold. “Then for now . . . no.”

She pretended to pout.

He kissed her again.

And he did it thinking there they were, Toby and Addie, in his bedroom, after a fast, hard, spectacular fuck, kissing.

He broke it but didn’t move away.

Though he did put his shirt back on.

“I didn’t expect that ever to happen, honey,” he said, tugging it over his stomach. “But if it did, I’d have wanted it to go differently.”

She stayed in his space, but tipped her head to the side and asked, “How?”

“Slower. Gentler. Definitely wanted it to last a lot longer.”

“I think I came about five times, Talon.”

He stared at her.

“Seriously,” she declared.

“No shit?” he asked.

“It’s been a while,” she shared.

He grinned and through it said, “Baby.”

“And the vision of your insanely amazing chest was burned on my brain.”

His grin changed, and he repeated, “Baby.”

“And your big dick was inside me and you fuck like a heavyweight.”

He’d been standing close, but separate.

With that, he drew her in his arms.

She slid hers around his shoulders.

Jesus, fuck.

He was standing with Addie in his arms after fucking her in his bedroom.

Christ.

How did this happen?

He wasn’t going to ask.

He was just going to go where the winds took him because these winds were warm, the sun was shining, and he liked it here.

A fuckuva lot.

Totally best day ever.

“Not that I’ve ever had sex with a heavyweight,” she carried on. “But if I were to guess, that’s how they’d fuck. I had no choice but to come and do it over, and over, and over, and just to say, over and over after that. I was kinda scared not to,” she teased.