Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 33577 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33577 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
"Look at me," I demanded softly, waiting until those amber eyes locked with mine. "I'm gonna take care of you. But you tell me if it's too much."
She nodded, her hands sliding up my arms to my shoulders. I pushed forward slowly, watching her face for any sign of discomfort as I filled her inch by inch. She was tight. So fucking tight! For a moment I worried I'd hurt her. But then her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper, and I knew she was good.
When I was fully seated inside her, I paused, letting her adjust to my size. Her hot, wet pussy surrounded me with pleasure, her pulse fluttering around my cock. I had to grit my teeth to keep from moving.
"Okay?" I managed to ask.
"More than okay," she breathed, shifting her hips experimentally. "Move, Jack. Please."
I started slow, long, deep strokes that had her gasping with each thrust. Nails digging into my back, she left marks I'd wear proudly. As her moans grew louder, I picked up the pace, driving into her with increasing force but always watching her face, making sure she was with me.
"That's it," I growled as she matched my rhythm, meeting each thrust with equal hunger. "Take it all, darlin'."
Her response was a series of breathy moans that grew higher in pitch as I reached between us, my thumb finding her clit. The added stimulation pushed her closer to the edge, her inner muscles clenching around me in a way that tested my control.
"Jack, I'm—I'm going to— JACK!"
"Christ! That’s it, baby." My breathing was nearly as ragged as hers. “Come on my fuckin’ cock.”
She shattered beneath me, her back arching off the bed as she cried out my name again. The sight of her coming apart, combined with the pulsing grip of her body around mine, sent me over the edge. I buried myself deep inside her with a final thrust, my release hitting me with an intensity that blanked my mind of everything but her name.
Afterward, I collapsed beside her, careful not to crush her with my weight. I pulled her against my chest, her head tucked under my chin, her leg draped over mine. For several minutes, we just breathed together, neither of us ready to break the spell with words.
When I finally spoke, my voice was rough with emotion I rarely let show. "You okay?"
She nodded against my chest, her fingers tracing patterns in the sweat cooling on my skin. "I think so."
I pressed a kiss to the top of her head, inhaling the scent of her hair. My body felt boneless, satisfied in a way I couldn't remember experiencing before. The physical release, though mind blowing, was only part of the experience. Something in the way she'd looked at me as we moved together, like she saw past the president's patch and the nickname to the man beneath.
"Didn't hurt you, did I?" I asked, my hand stroking lazily up and down her spine.
"No," she murmured, pressing a kiss to my chest. "It was absolutely perfect."
I tightened my arm around her, something protective and possessive rising in me as I felt her relax against me, her breathing growing deeper as exhaustion caught up with her. In the quiet aftermath, reality began to seep back in. The danger waiting outside these walls. The war brewing with the Copperheads. Flowerz's body dumped like garbage on our property.
Honey shifted in my arms, already drifting toward sleep, trusting and vulnerable. The contrast between her peaceful face and the violent thoughts swirling in my mind made my jaw clench. I'd claimed Honey to protect her, yes, but now the claim was real in ways I might have subconsciously wanted but hadn’t truly anticipated. My property patch would keep her safe for the most part, but, depending on the reward the Copperheads thought they’d get, the property patch on her back could very well be a target.
I disposed of the condom in the trash can by the bed before pulling the blanket over us both. As I watched her sleep, her face softened in a way that made her look even younger and more innocent, I made a silent vow. I would end this war with the Copperheads before it could touch her. I would keep her safe, no matter the cost. Because somehow, in the space of a couple days, this woman had become more important to me than I'd thought possible.
"Mine," I whispered against her hair, not caring if she heard. "And I protect what's mine."
Chapter 6
Jack
The shipping container creaked as Ghost pried it open, the seal breaking with a metallic pop that echoed across the empty dockyard. Dawn hadn’t even started lightening the sky on the horizon yet. It was the blackest part of the night and I’d normally feel right at home. I was the predator in the dark and thrived there. Which is why I was so fucking uncomfortable now. I rested my hand on the grip of my pistol. Something felt off. The air held that electric quality it gets right before a storm. Or right before everything goes to shit.