Fix You by Mari Carr Page A

cock brushed against her stomach. Though they slept together every night, she’d been too fatigued, too nauseous to do more than sleep.
    “Let’s go back to bed,” she whispered against his lips.
    Robbie turned around and shut off the water. “Hell yeah.”
    They dried off hastily, then Zoey grasped Robbie’s hand and led him to her room. Her gaze landed on her pillow, still covered with the last strands of her hair. Robbie must’ve realized what caught her eye. He picked up her pillow and tossed it to the floor. “Get on your hands and knees.”
    She crawled to the middle of the bed and assumed the position he’d suggested. She’d never imagined Robbie would be so dominant in bed. Throughout their friendship, he’d always been the easygoing, affable one, always content to let her take charge of their activities, where they ate, who they hung out with. That same nature didn’t carry over to the bedroom. She glanced over her shoulder and felt herself go wet at the undeniable hunger in his eyes.
    He found her desirable. She didn’t have a strand of hair on her head and if the size of his cock was anything to go by, she’d say he wanted her more than ever.
    Thank God.
    Robbie followed her on to the bed, pushing her knees farther apart. He ran his finger along her wet slit and she shuddered. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”
    She pressed her chest lower to the bed, her elbows bent. She was wide open, his for the taking. “I want you so bad, Robbie.”
    She expected him to enter her and she was certainly more than ready for him, but she should have learned by now. Robbie never did anything she expected in bed. He was far more adventurous than she would have imagined. He began to stroke her, taking time to play with her clit, applying just the right pressure until she squirmed beneath him.
    “Please,” she begged.
    The word was always lost on him. He was far too fond of foreplay. Not that she was complaining. Most of his touches were meant to drive her wild, drive her to the peak and beyond. With past lovers, she’d been lucky to have one orgasm in a night. Robbie wasn’t satisfied with that meager number.
    Finally, he dipped two fingers deep inside her pussy. She moaned with relief, realizing even then her body wouldn’t be fully satisfied until it was his cock filling her.
    He wasn’t exactly gentle. She didn’t want him to be. His rough touch fueled the need in her to take and be taken. She was tired of being treated like a sick person.
    Robbie’s pace grew, his fingers slamming in harder. She coaxed him to continue, with words and motions that proved how much she loved what he was doing to her.
    “Fuck me, Robbie. Please. Take me hard. Make me feel alive.”
    His fingers left her, replaced at once by his cock.
    She hissed when he entered her in one powerful thrust that sent her to oblivion and beyond. Her climax took her by surprise, but it didn’t halt Robbie’s actions. He pushed into her over and over again as electrical sparks tingled along her spine, shimmering over her sensitive skin until she wondered if she was twinkling like a Christmas tree.
    Still Robbie fucked her. Plowing deep. Never giving her body a chance to come down, to recover. Lightning flashed behind her eyelids and her voice was raw from crying out. She couldn’t tell if her body was giving into multiple orgasms or if she was in the midst of the longest climax in history. It didn’t matter. It felt too damn good.
    Robbie’s hands tightened on her hips, his tell. He was close. Zoey clenched the sheets beneath her, looking for purchase as she shoved against Robbie, meeting him blow for blow.
    The added pressure set him off like a soda can that had been shaken too hard. He exploded inside her, a stream of loving curses flowing from his lips.
    “Fucking, Jesus. God, Zoey. You kill me, baby. So fucking hot.”
    She collapsed onto her stomach, quivering as she pulled away from Robbie’s cock. Her pussy was in