In Your Dreams, Holden Rhodes (The Queen’s Cove Series Book 3)
In Your Dreams, Holden Rhodes: Chapter 38

I ROCKED against his thick length again and my head fell back.

No more waiting. One day, this time I had with Holden would be a distant memory. He’d be married with a handful of kids, a dog running up and down the stairs, and a wife who he looked at with stars in his eyes.

As for me? It was all a big blank. I’d be in Toronto, probably hanging out with Willa, drinking mimosas and laughing about a TV show.

He had said it tonight. I want to be here with you.

Holden groaned as I tugged on his hair, guiding his mouth back to mine. His cock pressed against my clit, and pressure grew low in my belly.

“Do you want to slow down?” he murmured.

“No. I want you. Now.” My head spun but I’d only had one drink inside. Arousal soaked my panties. Holden’s masculine scent surrounded me, teased me, intoxicated me, and against my skin, his warmth drugged me.

He nodded as his mouth returned to me. “Need you, baby.” His hand worked at his belt and a second later, his cock sprang free. I wrapped around the thick length, stroking it, and he let out another hoarse groan. He was hard and warm and I loved the feeling of him, thick and heavy in my hand.

Arousal swirled between my legs. “Condom,” I demanded and he nodded before pulling his wallet out. When he slipped the foil packet out, I let him go, watching with fascination as he rolled it down his length.

Oh my god. Holden’s cock was huge. I knew this, we’d had our hands all over each other for weeks now, but the thought of riding him?

A thrill of excitement and pleasure shot through me and my eyes widened before they met his. I bit my lip.

His eyes were dark, searching mine as he slipped my skirt up. He supported me as I lifted myself, one hand around the back of his neck, one hand slipping my panties to the side as he positioned himself at my entrance.

I slid down onto Holden’s cock and moaned as I stretched around him.

“Oh my god,” I moaned into his chest. “Baby.”

“I’m so deep inside you.” His voice was sandpaper. Ripples of pleasure wavered through my limbs and my nails dug into his arms. “Feels fucking incredible.”

Oh god. His length between my legs burned so good, and I couldn’t breathe, the sensation was so intense.

“Okay?” he murmured, his hands stroking up and down my back. A sheen of sweat covered his forehead and I had smeared the butterfly on his temple when I collapsed against him.

I nodded, heaving for air. “You’re a lot.”

“You’re okay,” he said in a low voice that made me want to come. His hand stroked up and down my back, lulling me into a cloud of pleasure and heat. “You can take it.”

I shifted my hips against his. His cock hit the spot he worked when he wanted to make me come, and I whimpered into his chest.

“Even better than I dreamed of.” His voice was rough in my ear.

Holden’s hands cupped my ass, slipping beneath my panties so he could touch bare skin, and he lifted me up and down on his cock. His length hit every nerve in my body and I began to tremor.

Heat squeezed the base of my spine and my eyes widened at the heat pooling between my legs. I wasn’t. I couldn’t. I never had. I didn’t come during sex. Other people did but I didn’t. He slowed his movements more and I squirmed at the pleasure.

I could feel everything. His fingers digging into the skin of my ass and hips. The slick sweat between us. My knees on his seat. The brush of his skin against my clit as I rocked forward.

Oh.

My mouth dropped open.

Wow.

“Holy shit,” I breathed, clenching my eyes closed tight and resting my head on his chest as he rocked me up and down his length. Arousal pulsed and thrummed in my pussy, and the flutters started.

“Already?” he asked in disbelief.

I nodded, at a loss for words as pressure built. I clutched his arms for dear life, pressing my forehead into his pecs, moaning as he hit that spot. My breathing was ragged.

With one hand still on my ass, supporting me, he reached around to my front and pulled my bra down, freeing my breasts and covering one with his big hand. His warmth nudged me another step towards losing my mind, and I looked up at him, clinging to his gaze with mine. Pressure squeezed between my legs and I began to tip.

“You’re so fucking wild.” He applied a sharp slap to my ass and I moaned, clenching him. “Riding my cock in my truck like this, covered in paint. You make me want to do things like this, Sadie. You make me need you.”

I nodded at him, desperate and needy, and when he pinched my nipples, the sizzle of energy nudged me further toward orgasm. His hand dropped to between my legs and he began to rub fast circles on my clit.

For a moment, my mind suspended, aware of every inch of skin brushing against his, every muscle stretched around him, and every breath of his heaved against my chest.

I came hard, eyes clenched closed, curled into Holden’s chest as I shook, scrambling against him for purchase as the wave rolled through me.

“You’re squeezing my cock so hard,” he groaned. “Oh, fuck, Sadie, baby, yes. Fuck.” His arms wrapped around me and he moaned into my ear as he tensed, lips parting. The focused, determined look of disbelief on his face seared my brain. His moan was the hottest sound I’d ever heard in my life. His erection pulsed inside me and I pressed kiss after kiss to his chest as stroked inside me though his orgasm.

“Fucking incredible,” he whispered against my forehead. “Never been like that for me.”

I shook my head, still trying to catch my breath.

Me neither.

WHEN PARKED OUTSIDE THE INN, Holden glanced across the front seat at me. Before he could say a word, I tilted my chin at the inn and climbed out of the truck, holding out my hand for him to follow me inside.

I pulled him up the stairs into one of the new showers with two shower heads.

For shower sex, I remembered telling him, way back in his office before everything was different between us. A smile formed on my mouth as I remembered how his eyes had bugged out of his head.

In the warm bathroom lighting, we looked insane, smeared and streaked with paint, both of our hair a mess. I turned the shower heads on, and then, with my eyes on Holden, I pulled my bra off, then my skirt, before I stepped under the spray.

His eyes devoured me.

When he joined me, he reached for the soap I had stashed in here the other day, soaping up my skin and washing away the paint while his strong hands worked my muscles. He washed my hair, gentle and careful, and my heart squeezed with how cherished I felt.

I squeezed shampoo into my hands and reached up to work it into his hair. His eyes closed and he sighed, relaxing as I massaged his scalp, and affection caught me by the throat.

We rinsed off and Holden reached out of the shower for his wallet, pulling another condom out before he walked me back against the tiles, hitched my leg around his hip, and fucked me slow and deep with his forehead on mine. Hot water trickled down his chest and his eyes burned dark, hot, and consuming.

“I’m gonna…” I trailed off as he wound me tighter

He nodded, hungry gaze on me. “Do it. Say my name as you come.”

I moaned Holden over and over as he thrust into me, drawing me over the edge of pleasure, and when he came, he held me so tight, like he never wanted to let me go.

After our shower, I pulled him to my bed. He shot me a careful, questioning look, but I smiled at him and nodded.

I couldn’t kick him out, after all that. Whether I wanted to or not, I was falling for Holden Rhodes.