“You’re going to give me a hickey,” she said, her voice crackly.

He pulled back slightly letting just the tip of his tongue soothe the spot he’d just ravished. “You want me to stop?”

No.

“Upstairs,” she said, digging her fingers into his shirt collar and pulling him downward so her lips could reach his neck. Will let her nibble and suck for several seconds, but when her hands started to travel toward the button of his shorts, he pinned both her wrists together in one hand and, before she could register surprise, slung her over his shoulder.

It took Brynn several seconds to realize that she was upside down, staring at Will’s back. Not a position she thought she’d be in. Ever. Good view, though.

She reached down to pat his very nice butt when she realized they weren’t heading in the direction of her bedroom.

“The stairs are the other way, cowboy.”

This time it was her butt that was getting patted. “Nice girls do it in bed, Brynn. Wild women like you? They do it on the couch.”

Brynn squealed he tossed her unceremoniously on her couch. Her white couch. She gaped at him. “We can’t do it here, it’s white.”

Will was already unbuttoning his shirt. “Exactly.”

Brynn struggled to get into a sitting position, not letting her shoes touch the pristine upholstery. Just because she was letting loose didn’t mean she didn’t have some standards.

She froze when she felt Will’s warm palm on her inner thigh. Her eyes fluttered shut as his hand slowly slid upward until his pinky finger brushed her there. And then he was cupping her new black satin panties and she was lost.

“Fuck the couch,” she said, slumping backward and pulling him on top of her.

“It’s not the couch I’m after.” He slipped a finger under the elastic of her panties, his finger barely touching her as he stroked and teased.

“Will.”

He plunged a finger inside her, roughly and uncompromisingly, and Brynn arched her back in surprise.

Will shifted until he was lying over her, his lips finding hers as he added another finger and began touching her in firm, sure strokes.

Brynn’s fingers played over the sharp lines of his abs as she returned his kiss hungrily, even as she writhed beneath his hand. It wasn’t enough, and she was on the verge of begging for more when he shifted the angle of his hand slightly until his thumb found her sweet spot. He pressed and circled, once, twice, and then she was lost, her body shuddering in a helpless orgasm.

When she finally stopped shaking long enough to open her eyes, she was horrified to find him studying her face with a small smile.

“Were you watching me?” she accused, squirming in embarrassment.

“What’s the point of doing all that work if I don’t get to watch?” he asked, giving her a swift peck on the lips before rolling off her.

She whimpered at his absence. “You’re leaving?”

Will gave her a smoky look as he deftly unbuttoned his shorts and stripped down to a pair of tight black briefs. “Not even if you paid me.”

The sight of a mostly naked Will was so arousing and achingly familiar that before she’d realized she’d moved, Brynn pulled herself into a sitting position, resting her hands lightly on his hips. Keeping her eyes on his, she pulled him toward her until his waist was at her eye level and he was standing over her. Other than using a single finger to tuck her hair behind her ear, Will didn’t move. Brynn was in control and vulnerable at the same time, and the combination was intoxicating.

The old Brynn had never been much of an initiator in sex, but this was the new Brynn. Moving ever-so-slowly, she dipped her head forward, planting a lingering kiss on his erection through his briefs. His hips bucked forward and he let out a sharp hiss before closing his hands around her head.

“Brynn…”

She kissed him again, parting her lips slightly to let his warm breath rush over him before carefully curling her fingers into the waistband of his briefs and pulling down, exposing him to her gaze. To her mouth.

Will let out a string of curse words that belonged in a trucker pit stop as her lips found his bare skin. She teased him slowly, and he let her, her lips brushing and tongue flicking lightly until finally she wrapped her lips around him and sucked, just once, but enough to have him uttering a hoarse “fuck” before tugging her head back roughly.

“Not like that,” he whispered, his fingers brushing his cheek.

Brynn felt her cheeks heat in mortification. She’d forgotten that Will had turned sex into a pro sport over the years. He’d probably had a thousand women do that a hell of a lot better than her awkward attempts.

“No” he said sharply, his fingers tightening. “Stop whatever you’re thinking. I just don’t want to do it that way. Not the first time.”

“But it’s not our first time,” she said, trying to joke her way out of her embarrassment.

Will’s grip loosened slightly and he ran a hand over her cheek. “It’s the first one that counts.”

Brynn didn’t have time to ponder what that meant because then he pushed her back onto the couch, following her down and planting gentle kisses along the tops of her breasts before tugging her top down and slipping a tongue under the low cut of her black bra. She whimpered when his tongue flicked her nipple and together they awkwardly shed her shirt and bra until she was wearing nothing but a tiny skirt and damp panties underneath him.

“Pretty,” he said softly, before wrapping his mouth around her nipple.

She’d never been well endowed, but Will made her forget about that as he loved her, giving gentle attention to each breast until the new Brynn took over, pulling his head firmly against her as he sucked hard.

“I feel like we’re doing things all out of order,” she said, her back arching.

Will chuckled, blowing warm air over her cold nipple. “Baby, if you think there’s an order to sex, you’ve been doing it all wrong.”

She wanted to protest, but then he tugged her panties to her knees and was inside her with a firm hard stroke, and somewhere amid the searing pleasure she wondered if he was right, that she had been doing it wrong, because it had never felt so right as right now.

Brynn let her hands roam wherever they wanted, nails raking his flat nipples before clutching greedily at his firm hard butt, pulling him tighter, harder against her.

Will began to move faster, his hand moving between their bodies and finding her sweet spot as they both watched down where their bodies were joined. His fingers ceased their playing long enough to grab Brynn’s right hand and guide it down until she was touching herself.

With a groan, Brynn began to touch herself in the small circular motions she liked, as his greedy eyes took it all in.

It was dirty and elemental and so fucking good, that Brynn barely had a chance to register that she was going over the edge again until lights exploded in front of her eyes. She hadn’t yet caught her breath when he grabbed both of her hands, this time pinning them above her head as he rode her harder, his eyes burning into hers as he let out a sharp yell, thrusting into her one last time before he let his own shudders take over.

Neither of them moved for God knew how long, until Brynn finally wiggled her fingers, which were starting to fall asleep.

“I’ve gotta pee,” she whispered.

Will grunted and rolled over just enough for her to scoot out from under him, as she half walked, half waddled to the bathroom wearing only her tiny skirt.

She didn’t bother to look in the mirror, knowing she wouldn’t like what she saw, but as she was righting her skirt after peeing, she felt an unfamiliar bandage.

The tattoo.

Her fingers shook in nervous anticipation. Allowing another person—especially Will—to select a tattoo was one of the riskier things she’d ever done. And so wildly out of character, she didn’t feel even remotely like herself.

And she kind of loved it.

Brynn shimmied her skirt down to her ankles and very carefully removed the bandage from her upper hip. She was surprised that it didn’t hurt, especially after the grinding gymnastics she and Will had just done on her couch.

She braced for the worst as she stood on her toes so she could see the tattoo in the mirror. She’d been expecting something funny, or clever, or downright embarrassing, but she frowned when she realized it wasn’t a picture at all. It was a saying.