I groaned.
“Patience,” he told me.
I shook my head. “You promised me an orgasm.”
“And I’m going to deliver,” he assured me. “But first I’m going to eat this pretty little pussy until you’re desperate.”
I was already desperate. My nipples were beaded tight enough to cut glass and my clit was throbbing. But I didn’t argue because he’d already slid those wide shoulders between my thighs. His hot breath was already bathing my core. My eyes fluttered closed in delight as his tongue lapped at me, his beard abrading my sensitive flesh.
My hips rocked against him as he sucked on my clit, his tongue sliding over my flesh. He was making me crazy, alternating between sucking, licking, and nipping. My body tensed, the pressure building. So close, so damn close.
My hand slid through his thick hair and I tugged. The pleasure was building. He knew exactly what I needed, and he delivered, sucking hard on my clit as he slid two fingers deep inside me. I cried out, the pleasure exploding through me as I came, my body shaking as the orgasm swept through me.
“Fuck,” he growled, pulling his fingers free.
He shifted his weight and lined his cock up with my pussy. I loved that he always ended up needing me so badly he never took as much time as he initially planned to make me come. It was sexy, and it was a relief because he could easily have me coming as many times as he wanted and usually after the firstI was frantic to have his cock inside of me. His gaze held mine as he thrust into me, filling me completely. “So good,” he said, pulling out slowly. “Fuck, Baby, you feel so fucking good.”
Gasping, I tried to catch my breath as I wrapped my legs around his hips and moved with him. There was nothing better than feeling his hard length sliding in and out of me. It was incredible. He was incredible. I could hardly believe that this was my life now. That OD was mine. That I was his. That somehow, against all odds, I’d found love. Found the one person who’d never walk away from me. I wrapped around him, rocking against him.
“Mine,” he grunted, his lips crashing down onto mine.
“Yours,” I agreed, my orgasm building again. “I’m so close,” I panted. “Don’t stop.”
His lips brushed over mine as he wedged his hand between our bodies. His fingers were wet with my arousal and slid over my clit easily. The pleasure spiked, the sensation intensifying. His cock thrust in and out of me and I clenched around him, desperate to have him come with me.
“Yes, yes,” I chanted, needing him to let go.
His fingers continued their torture and his lips curved against mine. “Come for me, Rue.”
My body jerked, the orgasm exploding through me, taking over. “OD!” I screamed.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his cock jerking as his cum spilled into me.
We both shook, breathing hard as we sank into the bed, boneless and satisfied. He was careful to keep his weight off of me. Careful not to crush me. He moved to the side and his large hand spread over my belly. There was wonder and happiness on his face. “I can’t believe a bastard like me could be this lucky.”
I cupped his cheek. “I feel the same way. Every day I wake up next to you in bed, I wonder how this happened. How I can make sure it keeps happening.”
He laid back, tugging me over until I was half sprawled on top of him. “You don’t need to do a damn thing, Light, other than stay. I’ll love you forever.”
My eyes closed and a smile spread over my face as I fell asleep to his sweet words. I wasn’t going to question whatever I’d done to deserve him anymore. I was just going to accept it and be grateful.
CHAPTER 32
Overdrive
“So how long do we have?” Relay asked, looking around the table.
Ruck had called church and he’d just dropped the bomb that a couple factions of The Collective were gearing up for war.
“I’m more curious to know if the whole organization is coming after us,” I asked.
“Not according to Glitch,” Ruck said, answering my question first. “He said there are two factions mobilizing.”
“Just two?” Bolo asked, sounding offended.
“Yeah, I thought our work with Carrick would’ve caught their attention more than that,” Relay muttered. “No one gives you the respect you deserve anymore.”
“We should’ve let them see what you did to Boscoe,” Strike told him. “That would’ve ensured they had the appropriate reaction.”
