Locke braced his knees on the bed, lifting my hips, and like he did with Orla, he watched me, tracking my reactions until he hit the bullseye. Then it was on. He fucked so goddamn hard, holding me close, controlling every shift and shunt, sweat coating his chest, jaw set, a rough moan barrelling through. “Fuckin’ hell, Nash. You’re so hot around my dick.”
