“Don’t come yet, C. Please.”
My balls ache, but I concentrate on holding back the tide. She falls forward, so her hands are on either side of my head. Her panting breaths feel warm and sweet on my skin.
“Can you do one more thing for me?” she asks.
“Tell me.”
She slides off me and onto the mattress, face down. “Use me hard.”
“Where?”
“Wherever you want.”
Yeah, that I can do. With pleasure. I move so I’m above her prone body, then I enter her ass, pinning her wrists to the bed as I drive into her balls deep.
“Oh, God. Oh, please,” she whimpers.
My muscles clench, and the need to come burns in the base of my balls. Despite the way I regularly use her, she’s tight. Her little pucker wraps around my invading cock like a fist. It feels so fucking good.
My hips slap against her gorgeous round ass without mercy. She moans and whimpers, struggling under the force of my thrusts. The way she cries out makes me think she might tell me to slow down because it hurts too much, but she doesn’t. Instead she spreads her legs and tips her hips so her clit’s ground against the sheets as I fuck her.
I don’t know if she was always destined to like rough sex or if I trained her to crave it, but her beautiful body knows exactly how to make the most of what mine gives her.
She comes again, screaming my name.
Chapter
Five
TRICK
The private plane has all the amenities, which normally doesn’t make a big impression on me since C Crue has flown this way plenty of times. Traveling with Laurelyn is different. It’s the first time she’s been on a private jet, and she’s stroking the camel-colored leather like it’s my skin. I’m glad she seems to like the feel of it. We’re now officially on our honeymoon, and I want to her to enjoy every minute.
“How’s the empire doing? Falling apart without you?” she teases.
“I wish,” I say with a wink before putting my phone away. “My ego would like for me to be indispensable, but we’ve all worked hard to make the business a well-oiled machine that keeps rolling even if one or two of us aren’t around for a little while.”
Despite the truth of what I’ve just said, it’s tough for me to completely disconnect. I’ve been in constant contact with C and Anvil about work for over a decade.
Even when we were on Frank Palermo’s payroll, we were a crew within a crew. It’ll be weird to not touch base with the other guys for days. Now that I’m married, though, my goal is to focus on Laurel when I’m with her. The honeymoon should be good practice since the internet service is spotty where we’re headed. I’ve got a satellite phone as back-up, but I’ve sworn to myself that it’s only going to be for emergency use.
Laurelyn’s wearing a silver three-quarter length sweater coat that’s belted at her waist and looks great on her. She’s ordered some maternity stuff, but doesn’t need it yet.
We’re a couple hours out of Boston on our way to a private island. Relaxing at the beach is what she says she wants to do, so I’m making it happen. I hope it works out. Eight hours of sleep and several hours of sex per day still leaves a lot of hours to kill. I’ve never been alone with anyone this way. Even with my crue, when there’s no crisis keeping us locked down, I get restless and have to get out and do something. I’ve been to coastal towns for business plenty of times, but other than an hour or two by the pool or at the beach, most of my time is spent in meetings and at night clubs.
Laurel unhooks her seat belt and stands. My eyes rove over her. She couldn’t drink alcohol at the reception and we didn’t have too late of a night, so she’s bright-eyed and beautiful. I burned the candle at both ends for days, so the same can’t be said for me.
“So this is my first beach vacation,” I admit. “You’ll have to show me how it’s done.”
She unbelts the long sweater she wears. “Is it?” Laurel’s sweater opens, revealing a green silk slip dress.
Wow.My eyes lock on her nipples. She says something else, maybe asking if I ever went on spring break. I miss it because my mind’s occupied. Her body is unbelievable.
My hand snakes up her smooth inner thigh. The dress’s fabric is so light it offers no resistance to my roving hand. My fingers encounter silky panties, and I stroke her through them.
“Hey,” she whispers, her eyes darting around the empty cabin.
I know what she’s worried about. There’s only a single flight attendant and she’s in the back cubby, but she could walk out any second and see what I’m doing.
