I freeze. “You okay?”
She nods frantically. “More.”
Another inch. Then another. It takes every ounce of restraint I have left in me not to rail into her tight cunt. A part of me thinks she’d enjoy it. But I’m not about to risk her discomfort for my own animalistic gratification. Besides, there will be other times. She belongs to me now.
I push harder, faster, until I’m fully seated, hips flush with hers.
Greer’s hair is a mess, damp strands clinging to her face, eyes shining with satisfaction. I drop my face into the crook of her neck, breathing hard.
“Fuck, Greer.”
She clenches her pussy around me on purpose, snorting lightly as she pants.
I growl against her skin. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”
“Good,” she murmurs, rolling her hips in a slow circle.
My restraint snaps.
I pull back almost all the way, then thrust back in—harder this time. She cries out, nails raking down my shoulders.
I wind her hair in my hand, making a fist, as I spear into her with long, savage strokes, watching her tits bounce every time I bottom out.
I try to commit every moment to memory. The sound the couch makes creaking under us. Greer’s primal scent—the taste of her still on my tongue. The softness of her flesh, and the heat that envelops me.
She hooks her ankles around my back and moves against me, meeting my thrusts.
I slide a hand between us, thumb finding her clit.
She whimpers an adorably pathetic sound.
“Come for me,” I rasp against her ear. “I want to feel it.”
She cries out, her body tightening, breath hitching—and then she shatters around me, pulsing, milking, pulling me under with her.
I bury myself deep, snarling against her neck, and come so hard, tiny stars burst to life.
We stay locked together, panting, sweat-slick, hearts slamming against each other. Then I gather her against my chest, and roll so that she’s draped half over me on the narrow couch.
The storm’s rage quiets, replaced by the dull pitter-patter of raindrops. Gerry makes a disgruntled cluck from across the room.
Greer snorts into my neck. “Think he’s jealous?”
“Probably.” I stroke her hair. “He’ll get over it, or I’ll send him to the coop.”
She sighs—happy, sated, sleepy, and in this quiet moment, the future doesn’t look so lonely. But it can’t be like this. With her desperate, and needing a safe place to land.
I’ll do whatever it takes to get her on her feet. I’ll help her study, fix her car, and finance whatever career that might interest her.
And when she’s mine—and she will be mine—it won’t be because she has nowhere else to go. It’ll be because I’m the only man that’s ever made her feel at home.
7
GREER
The sizzle of bacon wakes me. I’m curled on the couch, naked, Gerry nestled against my stomach, a blanket separating us.
I poke my head over the back of the couch and see Kellan standing at the stove, shirtless, muscles flexing as he moves to cook breakfast.
