“What did you do?”
I gave her a ghost of a smile. “I enlisted in the Marines. Did my duty and came back home. I went to school for a degree in criminal justice and started working with the DEA. I was naïve and thought I could help get the streets a little cleaner, and to a point, I did. I started going undercover, infiltrating different drug rings and busting them up from the inside. The last case I was on up in Seattle, I went undercover in a motorcycle club for over a year and a half. I was the perfect candidate to go undercover for a long stretch of time because I didn’t have a family or friends. No attachments has been my motto in life for years. The closest I ever came to having roots after my sister died was when I was in the Core. My mom was dead and my dad forgot he had a son a long time ago. I got the evidence we needed to take the club down, but in the process of getting out, I got this—” I gestured to the gnarly red scar that took up half my damn ribcage on the left side.
Patience shot up out of the chair angrily. “And they want you to go back?” The sheet fluttered down around her feet, leaving her naked and flushed with anger.
I swallowed hard as my cock stirred in my jeans. “Yeah. They want me in court, and I have to go, Patience.”
“You said it’s a death sentence for you to go back.” Patience was pacing angrily now. Her tits were bouncing, and I wasn’t even sure if she was aware that she was walking back and forthacross the carpet, naked as the day she was born. It was a view I could definitely get used to.
“It likely is.” I finally spoke up when she looked at me expectantly. “Honey, if you want me to pay attention to this conversation, you need to cover up.”
Patience squeaked and ran for the sheet. When she bent down, her ass in the air, I groaned. My cock that was stirring before was at full mast at the sight of her luscious backside. I leaned back and closed my eyes, counting to ten to try to get some control over my raging libido. Around Patience, control was something I had very little of.
“You can’t go back.” I opened my eyes to see Patience standing over me. Sadness and fear were clearly visible in her eyes.
“I have to, but if I make it out of this alive, I’m coming back for you—to you.”
“You are?”
I pulled her into my lap and held her close, breathing in her scent. “Fuck yes, I am. I want you like I’ve never wanted anyone, Patience. This was never going to be a onetime thing or brief fling for me. If I didn’t have to go, I wouldn’t be.”
“What if you don’t come back to me?” Tears slid down her cheeks.
She hugged me tight, and I could feel the warmth of her tears as they dropped on my bare shoulder. What could I say to her? There was a possibility that I wouldn’t—couldn’t come back. When I took down the MC, a lot of wealthy connected people got taken down with them, including a couple of corrupt politicians. If they wanted to get away with their involvement and crimes, the quickest way to do that was to make me disappear.
These people had the connections to make that happen. They could make it look like I offed myself and nobody would question it, especially since I didn’t have ties to anyone, exceptPatience. If I died, she would miss me, even if it was only for a little while. Eventually, she would move on and find someone else. Then, I would become a distant memory.
“I’m going to do everything in my power to come back, Patience,” I said, trying to reassure her. “But if I don’t, you can never tell anyone what I told you. Hell, you can’t let anyone know you knew me and who I was. They might think I gave you evidence or information. Promise me.” I lifted her chin and the tears in her eyes ate at my heart.
“I promise.” Her lips trembled with her words.
“I don’t have to go back until the day after tomorrow. We have a little bit of time.” I offered a fake smile that felt forced, even to me, and a light kiss. I was trying to dispel the tenseness of the situation but didn’t even come close.
“It won’t be enough,” she said, resting her forehead against mine as she maneuvered herself in my lap so she could straddle me.
I groaned. “A lifetime wouldn’t be enough, Patience.” I wiped the tears from her face with the pads of my thumb and kissed her gently. When she responded eagerly to my touch and my kiss, I deepened it. Patience might not have experience in bed, but what she lacked in knowledge, she made up for with eager abandon, which was somehow sexier than anything and anyone I had ever been with before.
She ground herself onto my jean clad cock, trying to get herself off. “Baby, I’ll hurt you,” I whispered, trying to dissuade her from taking me again so soon.
She shook her head, her brown tresses swinging around her shoulders. “I don’t care. I want you.”
I kissed her harder and thrust my tongue deep in her mouth as I pushed my hips up to unbutton and slide my jeans down. Because she was in my lap, I could barely get the denim fabric to my upper thighs, but it was enough for my cock to be free. Irelaxed back into the couch and pulled her closer, latching onto a nipple as I guided her onto my shaft.
She didn’t take it slow and easy. My Patience had no patience for that, and I loved her for it. Her body stretched around mine, but it was still so fucking tight. I closed my eyes and grunted out her name. “Don’t hurt yourself.” I gripped her hips tightly, trying to slow her down as she tried to cram more of my cock into her tight, wet channel.
“It feels so good.” She groaned, swiveling her hips and pushing down until my cock was all the way inside her. “I never knew this was what I was missing.”
“Sweet Jesus,” I grounded out when she started pulling up slowly, then slammed herself back down onto my shaft as hard as she could. “Fuck, baby.”
She must have liked my response to her movement because she did it again, over and over until we were both sweaty and sated and I emptied another load of cum deep inside her sweet pussy.
My cock was still buried inside her, our breathing was ragged, and I could feel the rippling aftereffects of her orgasm as her pussy continued to milk my softening cock. I shifted us both carefully to where I was lying on my back, and she was stretched out on top of me. The sheet that covered her earlier was on the floor in a rumpled mess. I reached down and grabbed it, tossing the thin covering over us so she didn’t get too cold.
“Tucker?”
I heard her say my name, her voice full of sleep and weariness. “Yeah, baby?”
I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel of her in my arms. Life didn’t get any better than this, and if I could make it back here alive, I was going to spend the rest of my life loving this woman, if she’d let me.
