“I can feel you squeezing me.” He mumbles into my mouth. “Come on my cock, baby, I want to feel you come.”
“Oh, fuck.” His dirty talk is pushing me over the edge. I love it. “Rhys.”
He’s pumping into me harder and puts his weight on one arm as he reaches between us. His eyes are locked on mine when he pushes his finger against my clit, sending me over the edge.
“Yes, yes, yes.” I cry as I push my hips into him harder and grab his ass, pulling him into me faster. “Rhys!”
A growl rumbles in his chest as I pulse on his cock and his thrusts become fast and wild. He waits until I stop pulsing before he shoves into me with another deep growl, spilling into me.
Setting his forehead against mine, he slides into me a couple more times as he finishes. “Fuck, baby, that was.”
“Amazing. And overdue.” I finish for him.
He doesn’t pull out but gently grasps my jaw to kiss me. Peppering tender kisses on my lips, cheeks, and forehead. Touching his forehead to mine again, he starts to grow hard again. “I’m not done with you yet.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
RHYS
I MEANTit when I told her I don’t bring women to my home. Not this one, anyway. Before Dad gave me this house, I had a modest apartment close by that saw quite a few women. I didn’t need anything big since I spent most of my time at work.
But the one time I brought a date back here, it didn’t feel right.
My parents bought this house while I was still in the Rangers and was rarely home. Dad said Mom loved it when she saw it, and he bought it for her the same week. She had stopped touring and was playing with the Performing Arts Center in Tulsa, and Dad had his job at the University, so they decided to stay in Tulsa for a while.
Because this was my mom’s oasis, it didn’t feel right to bring one-night stands here. Or women I dated but wasn’tserious about.
Kinley feels right.
She belongs here with me.
The early evening sun is casting orange light through the bedroom window, and she’s lying half on me, her long, slender leg resting between mine and her cheek on my chest. We haven’t been able to get enough of each other since I brought her in here this morning.
Holding her hand against my chest, I ask about something that’s crossed my mind more than once. “There’s something I’ve been wanting to ask.”
“Yeah?”
“How in the world did you get three special ops soldiers in your family?”
She sighs like it’s a boring question. “Well, Mason was forced into the army after he almost killed the guy who raped Marley at their senior prom.”
I read his enlistment paperwork when I first investigated the family, it was tied to a criminal court case, but not all the details were available for me to read because they were still minors and it wasn’t important enough to get the special permission required to look into it. “How bad was it?”
“Bad. The guy beat her up before he raped her. Marley was traumatized for years because of it. She wouldn’t leave the house, and she refused to be around strangers. If you ask me, the guy didn’t get half of what he deserved, but his dad was a DA in Tulsa, so Mason got the shit end of the deal.”
“I guess Mason wasn’t interested in the service before he enlisted?”
She huffs. “Pffftt. All Mason cared about was running the ranch with Dad and Gray, but he was always a damn good shot and, to hear him tell it, he was so pissed off that he surfed his way to the top on a wave of anger to be a sniper.” She tilts her head and looks up at me with a smirk. “I can’t tell youanything else, or I’ll have to kill you.”
With a laugh, I lift her palm and kiss the healing scrapes. “That’s fair. What about Marley’s husband, Jax?”
This time she snorts. “Well. Jax is almost as much of a mystery to me as he is to you. All I know about him is that he and Mason have worked together for years, and he spent, like, almost a year trying to win Marley over because she wouldn’t have anything to do with him at first.” She huffs a small laugh during a pause. “He says that the first time he set his eyes on Marley, his heart was hers.”
I know exactly what he means. The first night I met Kinley at that bar, when she spilled water on me and I looked into those beautiful eyes, I felt something. I wanted to talk to her, but I was working, so I had to watch her walk away.
“What about your other brother?”
“Tuck is super smart, it didn’t take him long to work his way up through the ranks. Everyone was surprised when he chose the military instead of college after high school, but he’d told me a million times when we were young that he didn’t want a boring nine-to-five job. He’s kind of an adrenaline junkie, but at the same time, he’s an introvert, we both are, that’s why we get along so well.
