Page 113 of Wicked Riot


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My eyes widened. “Yeah. Fuck me harder, Ted.”

The room filled with the sound of our flesh slapping, our labored breathing, and my moans as my orgasm built higher and higher.

I slid a hand along his cheek.

His eyes flared. “Hand above your head, baby.”

His stern voice made me wetter, and I obeyed.

“Good girl. Don’t come until I tell you. Feel your pussy clenching already.”

“Punc,” I moaned.

“Almost there, baby. Want you to milk me dry.”

Those words were more of a turn-on than I’d expected.

To my surprise, he pounded into me even faster.

“Now, baby,” he said on a punishing upward thrust.

I didn’t think I could orgasm on his command, but my release came over me like never before. It was euphoric and made even more so as I watched Punc find his release and then he lowered his torso to mine.

It took a few minutes for us to come down.

“It’s official, honey.”

“What is?”

“You’ve ruined me for any other men.”

He leaned up, his blue eyes ablaze. “That’s good because you’re mine. You aren’t going any damned where, Smythe.”

I smiled. “I love you, Ted Chisholm.”

“I love you, too.”

My eyes slid to the side. “I like having you like this, but I’m guessing you want to go clean up.”

He kissed me, long and lingering. “No, baby. We’re gonna shower together.”

At four-thirty, I heard a motorcycle idling in the driveway. I peeked out the living room window and saw a glossy, gray Ford pick-up truck pulling into the drive behind the motorcycle.

“That isn’t the Subaru Blood and Cal used yesterday,” I muttered.

Punc pulled on his boots. “Should be Blood on his bike, and Cal rode with Razor and Tundra in the truck.”

“Oh. I thought I wasn’t calling Frank until five.”

He nodded. “Yeah, but this is part of the plan too, sweetheart.”

A moment later, Tundra lumbered into the living room followed by a dark-haired man with ice-blue eyes that were even more striking than Punc’s.

He grinned at me and held out a hand. “I’m Razor. You must be Savannah.”

I shook his hand. “I am. Thanks for coming by, but it seems a little early.”

Blood and Cal wandered into the living room.