was giving him control with every thrust. With every kiss.
If I didn’t come, I was going to be tortured by the bundle of nerves tightening every time Lachlan touched me. I’d never put this fire out on my own. He rubbed his cock between my folds, nudging my clit.
“Say it,” he commanded.
“I belong to you,” I groaned. “I’m yours, Lachlan Kenzie.”
“Yes, you fucking are.” He grinned.
He pulled out and I looked up at him, puzzled. “What are you doing?”
I ached between my legs and immediately missed the way he filled me.
He gripped my hips and flipped me on my stomach. “Fucking you all the ways I want.”
“Oh God.” I grabbed at the headboard as I felt him push inside me, shoving my ass in the air.
And the fire took over. I couldn’t stop bouncing and riding him. Every time he slid inside me, I met him with another thrust. I ground my ass against him.
“Fuck, yeah,” he growled.
“Now? Can I come now? I can’t hold off anymore. Please. Please let me come on you.” I knew that was what he wanted. And in some deep part of me, I wanted it too. I wanted to coat him in the hot stickiness he created.
He reached around and I felt his palm slide over my stomach and inch between my legs. He twisted my clit between his fingers. I screamed from the intensity.
“Now, baby. Now come on me.”
And I let go. I sat backward as the orgasm shattered me. My back landed on his chest as he grabbed a breast with one hand while the other massaged my clit back and forth. I couldn’t move. I had nowhere to go, but to let the orgasm split through me. It pulsed and rocketed through my limbs, while Lachlan pumped in and out of me with sudden strokes.
His cock hardened and I felt his body tense and go rigid.
“Turn around,” he ordered.
He sat upright while I spun around to face him. I didn’t know I had that kind of sexual agility, but I was learning new things about myself.
“Ride me. Fuck me hard.”
Just when I thought I had spent all my energy and there was nothing left, I found a new wave of strength. I jolted up and down, moving over his shaft. It only took a few thrusts before his arms closed around me. His mouth covered mine as he groaned with his own release.
He fell back on the bed, pulling me with him.
“Bloody hell,” he whispered.
I heard the steady beat of his heart. His chest was warm and broad. I felt him slip from between my legs.
“Is that bloody hell good or bad?” I asked. I didn’t get all the weird British slang he used.
“Good.” He exhaled. “Very good.”
I closed my eyes. Good. I’d screwed up everything since I’d been here, but at least I hadn’t screwed up sleeping with Lachlan.
His fingers dug into the small of my back. I didn’t expect to feel safe and protected in his arms. I thought it would feel like a stranger’s arms were holding me, but we had crossed planes. What Lachlan and I experienced together wasn’t stranger sex. It was epic. Historic. Cosmic.
And for the next three weeks, it was mine.
Chapter Thirteen
Lachlan
A few hours later we stood outside the stadium.
“Okay, so you know what you have to do?” Aspen asked.
I scowled. “Play nice is what you call it?”
“Yes. Play nice with everyone . The press. Your teammates. The water boy. It doesn’t matter. From here on out, we are completely changing your optics.”
I couldn’t believe I had come up with this scheme. This morning was worth it. She was fucking incredible. But I didn’t want to suck up to the assholes inside the dressing room. I also couldn’t believe I was letting her call the shots.
She had clamped on to the idea like an eagle with its talons and started running with it. I was impressed. And scared like hell.
“It’s not me. They’ll see through it,” I argued. “I’ve never been a nice bloke.”
“It’s going to be the new you. By the time you leave Rio you’ll have an entirely new image. They’ll love you. You’ll have so many endorsement