Unbreak My Heart (Rough Riders Legacy #1)(52)

I plowed into her, my head spinning, my body primed once again to detonate. I ended the kiss, letting my head fall back as my balls lifted and I started to come, closing my eyes to f*cking savor every hard jerk of release. My last conscious memory before the orgasm engulfed me was of her sassy little tongue licking sweat trickling down my neck.

After my vision cleared and the blood stopped roaring in my head, Sierra’s mouth brushed my ear. “You, Boone West, are a sexy beast when you come.”

I groaned against her throat. My legs were cramping. So was my ass. We needed to take a break—a small one, at any rate. “So where’s your bed, McKay?”





Boone carried me to bed.

It was one of those passionate, romantic, swoon-worthy scenes like in the movies. My legs were secured around his waist. My elbows rested on his shoulders as my hands gripped his hair. My neck was arched and he dragged openmouthed kisses down the side, sending shivers flowing over every inch of my naked skin. How could he see where we were going? I chalked that up to some kind of super soldier skill.

And Boone’s hands. God, those big, rough, amazing hands had such a tight grip on my ass I could feel every individual finger digging into my flesh. He’d leave bruises, because I bruised like a peach, but I wanted them. I welcomed them. I couldn’t wait to turn around and look over my shoulder and see proof of Boone’s passion embedded in my skin.

He lifted his mouth long enough to say, “Christ, is your bedroom in Mexico?”

I snickered. “Last room on the right. It’s kind of a big house.”

He gently deposited me on the bed. Then after he shut and locked the door, he tossed the condom in the trash, rewarding me with a full view of his magnificent ass. All hard and round and just…yum.

Boone spun around and stopped with his hands on his hips. “Did you just say yum?”

“Uh-huh. I was looking at your ass.”

“Really.”

My gaze zeroed in on his cock, which was hard again. “Is your dick feeling bad because I said your ass is yummy?”

He grinned. “You showed my dick earlier just how yummy you think it is.”

“So you’ve gotten over your pissiness about the surprise blowjob during a college football victory party?”

Boone fisted his cock in his hand. Keeping his eyes on my chest, he slowly stroked up and down.

My body just went…done. Hot, wet and ready for that bad boy again? Yes. Please.

“This is a total dick question.”

“And you’re addressing it to me?” I looked pointedly at his crotch. “Shouldn’t you be talking to…?”

“Jesus, you’re a smartass even in bed.”

“Lucky you, huh, baby?” I cooed.

Boone closed his eyes and muttered something before he looked at me again. “I’ll rephrase. The question I’m about to ask might be taken as rude, but I’m asking anyway. Are you on the pill?”

“Yes. Why?” I knew why and my girl parts quivered with excitement at the thought of no condom between them and that badass dick Boone had going on.

He pounced on me, shaking the bed. Then he settled his body on top of mine so we were face-to-face. The fire in his eyes caused my belly to flip. With deliberate slowness, he brushed his lips over mine. “I want to f*ck you bare. Nothing between us. I’m clean. The health report is three months old but I haven’t been with anyone in that time.” Another teasing pass of that succulent mouth across mine. “I have access to the document on my phone.”

“Okay. Equally dick-ish question back to you.” I paused. “Do you have the document on your phone so you can say, ‘Let’s skip the condoms, I’m clean, I’ll prove it?’ And then most women don’t ask to actually look at it?”

The anger I expected didn’t appear. Instead he smiled at me. “McKay, I’m so f*cking proud of you right now I could clap.”

“Why?” The weight of him, the heat of him, the scent of him, god, the reality of him was turning everything hazy.

Then he increased that level of heat another fifty degrees with more drugging kisses. “Because you didn’t just assume I’m telling you the truth about being clean. You questioned it.”

“Oh. Well, go me! for passing the ‘truth in medical intentions’ pop quiz from my very favorite medical professional.”

Those hot brown eyes just watched me.

“What?”

“You’re nervous.”

“Of course I’m nervous.”

“Why?”

I cupped his jaw and my thumbs met in the middle of his lips. I outlined that damp flesh, bottom and top. “Because this is you. I’ve wondered what this would be like with you since the first time you looked at me on the bus.”

“And what just happened in the foyer? My mouth between your legs until you came on my face twice and then my cock slamming into you so hard neither of us could f*cking breathe? What was that?”

“Some pent-up aggression on your part. Some desperation on my part. I wanted that. Trust me. We both knew the first time it’d be about intensity. But this is different. We’ve dealt with the lust. Twice. So much lust, Boone,” I murmured against his mouth, “that there wasn’t time for nerves. So I’m anxious because I don’t know what to expect now. Not that I have a fear of disappointment.”