I lifted her off the floor, wrapped my hands around that supple body, and carried her through the suite and to her bedroom. Fuck, she felt good against my body. So curvy, so tight, so fucking hot and ready for me.

This was everything I needed. Couldn’t handle another second of this. Of not being inside her.

Erika suckled on my neck, she squirmed in my arms, fighting to get at me, to taste every inch of skin she could while I walked her through. She was a fucking wildcat. Not what I’d expected from the bookworm I’d known way back when.

“Hurry,” she whispered, hoarse from this moment.

I entered the room and dropped her on the bed. Erika scrambled across it and attacked my pants, stripped off my belt, unzipped me, and drew out my cock. It was in her mouth before I could fucking blink.

“Jesus,” I groaned, and dragged my fingers through her hair. “Jesus, Erika. What the fuck?”

She moaned and sucked on my head, then pulled back and spat in her hand, worked the shaft with it. She practically inhaled me, and my eyes rolled back in my head for a second. “Slow down,” I growled.

But she wouldn’t be slowed. Maybe she thought making me come first would give her power. She couldn’t have been more wrong in that. I wouldn’t allow it either way. I looked down at her, her lips working around my thick head, struggling to take me in, her eyes shut, then open again, peering up at me.

I pulled her hair lightly. “Stop,” I said.

Finally, she popped free. “What’s the matter, Cox? Can’t take the heat?”

“Baby, I am the heat,” I replied, and dragged her upward by her elbow. I stripped off the last of my shirt, kicked off my pants and then my shoes, and climbed up onto the bed with her.

She backpedaled, spider-walking backward, her stare a challenge, even as her tits shook from the impact of her palms on the mattress. Wildcat wasn’t the word. She was a fox. A vixen. She looked ready to bite, fuck, do whatever it took to make an impression on me.

“Where you going?” I asked. “Scared?”

She opened her legs and flashed that pink, wet pussy at me. “Of what?” she asked.

Fuck me. She was fucking dripping. Swollen. So goddamn wet. I swallowed hard and focused on her face again, forcing myself to maintain control of this situation. The minute I lost it, I’d lose everything to her. And that’d always been the threat, hadn’t it? Losing to her when I lost to no one. No man, no woman, fucking no one.

I growled and crawled across the bed, stalking her properly, overpowering her with my stare. “Of what, huh?” I grabbed her ankle and dragged her down the bed toward me. She let out a sweet little squeal and twisted toward me, grabbed one shoulder, then the other. “Fucking come here.”

She was in my arms again, her pussy hot against my dick, so close to taking it. To me taking her. I paused and studied her. “Pill?’

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Clean?”

“Yes.” She raised an eyebrow at me, as if I was the one who might be the problem. “You?”

“No,” I replied, “I’m not on the pill.”

She threw her head back and laughed, raucously. I entered her in one, swift stroke, and the mirth died, replaced by a gasp, and then a low, tight moan.

“Not so funny now?” I asked and pumped into her again, sitting on my knees, while she lay in my lap. I was buried in her, her feet braced on either side of me, her hips up so I could admire that sweet little cunt while I worked it inside her. And man, was it sweet. Tight and wet. My fucking end.

This was exactly what I’d avoided years ago. It was even better than I’d envisioned.

“More,” she demanded. “I want more.”

“More?” I chuckled and pumped into her again. “Better?”

“Uh-huh.” She met me stare for stare, and we devoured each other. I placed one hand on her abdomen, pressed down, and felt my dick scraping against her. “Oh my god.” Her eyelashes fluttered. “Oh my good god.”

“No,” I replied, “Noah.” And then I unleashed glorious fucking hell on her. I shifted and pounded into her so good, so fucking hard, that the only noises she could make were unintelligible squeaks and grunts. She was my animal, and I was hers.

I pressed a finger onto her clit and circled it, pinched, found that pressure that silenced her. She grabbed her tits and pinched her nipples. Her hips rose, and she let out a noise that put a porn star to shame. She vibrated on the spot, trembled, keened, and clenched around my cock.

Christ, she was delicious. She fell apart around me, clawing at the sheets now, pulling them toward her as she came. It went on for so long, I was sure she’d had two instead of one. Finally, her eyes snapped open again, and she glared at me, mad all over again.

“What are you looking at?” I asked, and slowed my pace, teasing her now. “Huh? Speak.”

“You,” she growled, back. “I want you to come. Inside me.”

Hot damn, she’s a fucking tiger. “Hmm. Lady wants what she wants.” I pulled out and flipped her onto her front. “Lie down. Ass up. Just like that. Give me that little asshole, yeah.” I dipped my finger inside her pussy, collected those juices, and circled her asshole with them. I inserted my pinkie finger, and she went fucking nuts.

“Noah!” She clenched around my finger, and I entered her pussy again, ramming myself deep, taking it all the way.

The angle was perfect. My balls tightened up, and I held onto my orgasm, kept it at bay through heavy fucking breathing and focus. I wanted a second climax from her before I had mine. Erika would never forget tonight. It would ruin her for every other man in existence. No one would do her like I could.

“You’re mine,” I said, the words slipping out before I could stop them. “Don’t you fucking forget that, Erika. You’re mine now.”

“Fuck you,” she replied, and that made me even harder.

“Say that again.” I pounded into her. “Say it again, and see what happens. You’ll get two fingers in your ass instead of one.”

She didn’t say it again, but she did arch into me, begging for more.

“Play with your clit,” I said and slapped a hand down on her full ass cheek. The same ass that had started all of this. So fucking perfect. I spanked it again and left a satisfying red handprint there.

Erika reached between her legs and played with herself, jerking at how sensitive she was from her last orgasm. “Spank me again,” she sighed. “Please.”

I slapped her other ass cheek, grabbed it and shook it. “Say you’re mine,” I grunted. “Say you’re all mine, and I’ll give you more.”

“I want more,” she whined.

“Say it, Erika. Say you’re mine.” I pumped into her, building toward my climax. All it would take was a word from her. Those words and I’d lose myself inside her. “Say it.” My cock thickened inside her again, my head throbbed.

Erika crested her rise and crashed over the edge again. Her hot little pussy clenched around me, and she let out a short screech. “I’m yours,” she breathed. “I’m yours. I’m yours. Noah, I’m yours.” She repeated it over and over again. “I want your cum, Noah.” All of this delivered breathlessly.

I slipped my finger from her and took her ass in both hands, pressing down slightly and using the leverage to launch myself into my orgasm. “Fuck!” I pulsed inside her, filling her up with each throb of my dick. “Mine. Erika. Mine.” The words were a jumbled mess. My mind blanked the fuck out, and I was nothing but a throbbing nerve-endings. Pleasure filtered through me from that white-hot center point, that connection between us.

I threw my head back and let the ripples spread through me. Through her. I fucking allowed it.

Finally, I collapsed to one side of her, my legs and arms weak as fucking jelly. The quiet was filled with our breaths, staggered at different paces. “Erika,” I managed, but I couldn’t talk yet. Goddamn, I needed a second here.

A couple minutes passed, and she got up from the bed, walked off, and disappeared into the bathroom. The shower started up, but she didn’t reappear and invite me to join her. The bathroom door snapped shut instead.

Here we go.

Fuck. This was a fuckup. She was still raw from being dumped, if the tears earlier had been any indication, and I’d taken her, regardless. She’d wanted it, though. She’d literally begged me for it, words from her own mouth.

Still, the guilt remained. I got up and pulled on my pants. I’d take a shower back in my room, change into something acceptable, then come back and… What? Talk to her about what we’d done? We were on different life paths. And I definitely wasn’t interested in a relationship, let alone one with my best friend’s little sister. Christ, Marc would lose his mind.

He was smaller than me, not really a physical threat, but he was my best fucking friend. And I’d done exactly what he’d warned me off doing when we’d first met. No sisters or mothers was the bro-code, wasn’t it? No ex-girlfriends?

The thoughts messed with my constitution. I needed a minute to think, by myself. I left my ripped shirt where it was. Call it a fucking souvenir. The shower shut off just as I reached the bedroom door.

I halted, turned back to face her.

Erika wore a bathrobe and a towel around her hair. “Leaving so soon?” she asked. “Can’t say I expected any less.”

“Erika,” I said, “I’m going to go get changed and—”

“Save it,” she replied, but with a small smile. “We both know this was a mistake and a one-off thing. It was bound to happen eventually. We’re both young.”

“Dumb, and full of—”

She raised a palm. “Please, don’t,” she replied, still with that eerie smile. “My point is, we’re not going to make this more complicated than it has to be. We’re on our own journeys.”

We were. Yet, the thought of not seeing her again, especially now that she needed help, that she didn’t have a job or any support system, tore up my usually solid outlook on women. I can help her. I know people. “Erika, we should talk about things.”

“Things?” Her smooth brow wrinkled up, and even that was adorable. “No, Noah. This is the last time we’re going to speak. Granted, we’ll probably run into each other at family functions, now and again, but that’s all there is to this. Think about Marc. This would piss him off, big time.”

I nodded. She’d made her decision, even if I didn’t agree with it. “All right,” I said. Already a plan had hatched in my mind. Short of rubbing my hands together, I was a fucking mastermind at getting what I wanted, and I wanted her. Again. Not emotionally, but physically.

Fuck, I couldn’t pin down in exactly what way it was that I wanted her. To protect her? To fuck her? Did I have to make the choice now?

“It would be simpler if you just left now. We’ll, um, we’ll just be civil for the rest of the wedding reception and then go our separate ways,” Erika continued.

“Got it,” I said, and winked at her. “Stay golden.”

She laughed. “Fuck you.”

Oh, I will.