The Bride Goes Rogue (The Fifth Avenue Rebels #3)(82)

She shifted to raise her knees up by his sides, widening herself, and he sank in the rest of the way. The breath left his lungs in a rush. “Fuck,” he exhaled. “You’re driving me out of my mind.”

“Good. Stop being so careful. You can’t control everything.”

“Oh, I can’t?” He gave a rough grind of his hips, making sure to drag his pelvis over her clit. “Are you certain about that?”

She threw her head back on a moan, the slim column of her throat stretched tight. Pressing his face there, he licked and bit the sensitive skin, and her walls contracted around his shaft. “Do that again,” he whispered.

Her muscles squeezed him, sucking him even deeper, and his balls drew up tight, the ache nearly painful. He was lost. This sweet and playful girl was his undoing in every way. He growled into her ear. “Hold your knees up. Then I may show you how not careful I can be.”

She placed her hands behind her knees, holding her legs high and wide, and he thrust so hard the bed jolted into the wall. For half a second he worried it was too rough, but then he felt her teeth sink into the meat of his shoulder, her groan echoing against his skin. Instinct took over. He braced his knees on the mattress and drove into her again and again, their bodies slapping together, while rough exhales filled the room.

He didn’t stop, even when her moans turned to whines, her back arching. She whispered, “It feels so good. Keep going.”

Slamming his lids shut, he churned his hips and used his body to give her as much pleasure as possible. Except the angle and the way she gripped him meant he wasn’t going to last. The friction on the underside of his shaft was too delicious to be believed. “Use your fingers,” he rasped. “Please, hurry.”

When her hand moved between them, he could feel her fingers circling, rubbing, and he prayed she would peak soon. “Come on, darling. I want to feel you.”

“Oh, God,” she whispered as her body tensed.

He pushed up on his hands and continued moving. With her lips parted and her hair spread all around her, she was the most gorgeous thing he’d ever seen. Then she froze, and he was able to witness the exact second when the pleasure dawned over her. He noted every change, every twitch, as she came, and it was more satisfying than any project, any business deal he’d ever made. In this moment, he did feel like a goddamn king.

When her walls milked him rhythmically, he was forced to grit his teeth. That tight, warm clasp . . . it was too much.

Before she’d even stopped convulsing, he yanked out of her body, spend already gathering at the base of his cock. Thick ropes of white fluid shot across her thighs and mound as he trembled, a shout ripped from the depths of his soul. His vision temporarily wavered, and he struggled not to collapse on top of her as the orgasm went on and on. “So good,” he groaned. “God. It gets better every single time.”

When he finally returned to himself, he felt drained and totally content. Like everything had righted itself. Katherine wasn’t angry with him anymore, and he had her back in his bed where she belonged.

Dropping onto the mattress beside her, he cupped her head and kissed her temple. “You’ve wrecked me.”

She gestured to her lower half, where his fluids were currently drying on her skin. “I’d say I’m equally wrecked, then.”

He chuckled and yawned. Satisfaction cloaked him like a soft blanket. “Give me a moment to catch my bearings, then I’ll clean you up. Though I rather like seeing the mess we’ve made.”

“Why am I not surprised?”

Pulling her close, he wrapped his arms around her. “Because you know me so well.”

She hummed in her throat. “Right, which is how I know you’ll start smoking at any moment.”

Actually, it hadn’t even occurred to him. He hadn’t smoked in days, the itch completely absent while upstate. “Huh.”

“What does that mean?”

“I just realized I haven’t touched my cigarette case since I’ve been here.”

“That’s good. You should quit—either that or move up to the Adirondacks. It’s clear you’re a more relaxed and less intense version of yourself here.”

“Less intense version? Am I so intolerable, then?”

“Well, I was attempting to be polite,” she deadpanned.

He slid a hand to her ribs and dug in with his fingers, tickling her. It caused her to squirm and give the most delightful-sounding laugh. It also caused his spend to drip onto the bedclothes.

Fighting the urge to fall asleep, he grabbed her hand. “Let’s clean up in the bath.”

“I already took a bath.” She pushed off the bed, slipping out of his grasp. “I’ll just wipe off and return in a moment.”

He enjoyed the sight of her luscious backside as she headed across the room toward the bathing chamber. “Should I help?”

“You’ve done enough, Preston.”

He had, hadn’t he? And he couldn’t wait to do it again as soon as his body recovered.

The door closed behind her and he shut his eyes, allowing himself just a brief moment of rest before she returned.

Except when he awoke it was morning.

And she was gone.



As Katherine stepped onto the platform at Grand Central Depot, she was surprised to find Nellie there waiting for her. “I can’t believe it. You’re here.”