Boss Me (Private Listing #3)

She presses her lips to my spine, and my heart climbs into my throat. No other woman before her made me feel like this. I don’t know what to do with it. Because they all leave. When they don’t get what they want, usually diamonds or power, women leave me.

If I didn’t have money, they wouldn’t want me for anything more than sex. But Madison is soft and caring, and even though my brain keeps flashing warning signals, my heart is stupid when it comes to her.

She squeezes me against her and walks around me, taking my hand and lifting her blue eyes to mine. “Ready to shower?”

Her smile leads me into the water until it covers both of us.

“Are you sore?” The words are rough coming out of my mouth.

“A little, but…” She looks up at me through her lashes. Innocence and sin wrapped together.

Fuck, this woman gets to me on every level. She soaps her hands and rubs them all over my body. Her curves press into me as she reaches for certain spots, even when it’s unnecessary, brushing her skin against mine. My hard cock throbs with need.

Stroking her soapy hand over my cock, she leans in and kisses my chest. When she reaches my nipple, she sucks on it, making me ache for her even more.

I step into the water and she follows me, refusing to release my cock or break contact with my chest. When all traces of soap are gone, I lift her and press her against the wall of the shower.

Lifting her legs, splaying her out before me, I thrust deep inside her. Her face is flushed. Her lips red and parted. She wraps her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. This is all I am to her: a needy cock.

“You first this time,” I say and lean into her and claim her mouth, plundering it with an intensity she matches. I fuck her hard and fast. My hips pumping my cock in and out of her probably sore cunt, but she doesn’t seem to care as her nails score my shoulders and her moans echo in the bathroom.

I want to claim every inch of her, make her know that what I feel has become more than casual. That what I feel for her has never been casual. I’m obsessed with her body, her mind, her heart, her soul. I want it all.

Even though she would be stupid to give it to me, I want it.

And I’m the type of greedy bastard who would take her heart without deserving it.

She shakes against me as she shatters. Her ravenous cunt clutching at my cock. I slow my pace and gentle my kiss, showing her that there’s more to me than a fantastic cock. She sighs and clings to me as I fuck her, getting as close to making love as I can.

When I release her mouth, I press my forehead to hers. “Look at me, baby. Let me see those eyes when you come.”

Her eyes open, and it’s like seeing sunlight after living in the dark for so long. Blinding, disorienting. Never before have I seen the emotion filling her eyes when she looks at me, but I don’t shy away from it.

“Coop.” Her fingers tangle in my hair.

“Give it to me, baby. One more time. Come for me. Come with me.” The desperation in my voice almost makes me wince, but I can’t hide from this woman.

“Coop,” she cries out as she comes again, drawing me into my release.

I collapse against her on the wall as I fill her. Our bodies pressed tight like they were built to fit together. She kisses my cheek and along my jaw until she pushes her way to my mouth.

She claims my mouth like she’s claiming my heart. Aftershocks ripple through her pussy around my cock, making me groan. I meet her with the same intense intimacy, like we’re the only two people in the world.

It won’t last.

Her heart will never belong to just me. But if I have to share it with someone, sharing it with the men who are like brothers to me wouldn’t be a hardship. Even if they deserve it more than me, I’d take whatever part she chose to give me.

If she gives her heart to us at all.

Noah

I don’t follow Madison into the bathroom. I want to. I want to tell her how I feel, but I don’t know what her words really meant. All of us seem confused, but I know Coop, and he’s never been loved before. So when she went after him, I let her go, knowing right now he needs her the most.

The others must have felt it too because we all go to our own showers to clean up. What we just did with Madison we’ve never done with anyone else. Never wanted to do with another woman. It was intimate with her, with my friends. More so than anything else we’ve done together. The warm water of the shower runs over my face, and I swipe it off.

Fuck. This isn’t the way it’s supposed to go. It’s an arrangement, a contract, for fuck’s sake. Not a relationship with feelings complicating it.

My hair falls over my eyes as I press my hands to the shower wall and let the water pour over me. I’ve known I love her and want to keep her for a while now. I don’t know how the others feel, but I’m ready.