“I might have consulted with Ironside beforehand,” Trooper admitted. “Since he’s so good in the kitchen, I figured he would have some date-night recipes that I could use. I might not have anything going for me when it comes to my track record with long term relationships, but maybe I could earn a few points in my favor if I prove that I’m a good cook who would make sure you never went hungry.”
My heart squeezed. Trooper had protected me, kept me safe. And now he was feeding me. Providing for me.
I set our plates of food aside and hooked a finger in Trooper’s belt loop, tugging him close. His eyes brightened as he pinned me against the counter with his hips. I cupped his face in my hands, smoothing my thumb across his lower lip.
“I don’t know how to do this, Theo,” I whispered.
Trooper rested his hands on my hips, skimming up under my shirt. His callused palms felt so good against my skin, fingertips lightly stroking over my stomach, caressing the curve of my breasts.
“I don’t either, sweetheart,” he murmured, barely a breath against my lips. “But I know that I want you. And I’ll do whatever it takes to be the man who stays for you.”
If he had been anyone else, I would have thought he was just saying what I longed to hear so he could get his rocks off. ButI saw the honesty in his eyes, the sincerity. He meant it. Every word.
Threading my fingers into Trooper’s hair, I sealed my mouth to his with a devouring kiss. He answered with a moan, deep and delicious. He palmed at my breast, rubbing teasing circles over my nipple until I ached between my thighs, so desperate to be filled.
Breaking away for a moment, I stripped off Trooper’s shirt, tossing it aside. He unzipped my jeans, peeling them down along with my panties. The next thing I knew, he was on his knees before me, guiding my leg over his shoulder. He kissed the inside of my thigh, his breath fanning over my throbbing clit.
“I thought you wanted to talk,” Trooper said with a smirk.
“Oh, shut up,” I grumbled.
He laughed and his eyes darkened with a shadow of arousal as he pressed his face between my thighs. I gasped when he stroked his tongue against my clit, sucking hard enough to make my legs shake.
Gripping the counter for support, I pushed my hips against him. Trooper smoothed one hand up my thigh, cupping my ass to hold me in place. With his free hand, he slid two fingers inside me, curling upward with exquisite pleasure that sent stars dancing across my vision.
I tipped my head back, closed my eyes, surrendering to the flood of sensation that washed over me. The hot sweep of Trooper’s tongue. The perfect twist of his fingers, stretching me open.
“Fuck, baby, you’redripping,” he rasped.
A whine rose in my throat, my orgasm coiled hot and tight in my lower belly. I rolled my hips, grinding against Trooper’s face. His fingertips dug into my flesh with a bruising grip. As I trembled on the edge of release, my eyes flew open and I glanced down at him.
Trooper met my gaze, his pupils full-black with lust. He looked so fucking hot with my leg thrown over his bare shoulder, tattooed muscles shifting and flexing with every movement. He ate me out like he was starving, working his jaw into me like I was a ripe piece of fruit, my juices sliding down his chin.
This was the point of no return. There would be no holding back now.
He was all in.
And so was I.
My orgasm hit so hard that my knees buckled. Trooper prevented me from falling, wedging his shoulder beneath me to lean on him. Darkness clouded the edges of my vision as my body was wracked with one pulse of pleasure after another. He coaxed me through it, sucking and lapping at my clit until I couldn’t take it anymore, pushing his head away.
I gasped for air, feeling wrung-out and loose from head to toe. Trooper sucked an open-mouthed kiss to my inner thigh, looking like he would be content to stay there for eternity. Then he rose to his feet, kissing his way up my body, sliding my T-shirt off as he went.
As I started to unhook my bra, my gaze snagged on the inside of Trooper’s elbow with a familiar swath of ink. I grabbed his arm, touching the lines that I’d drawn in marker at the clubhouse.
“That should have faded by now,” I said.
“I stopped by Hotline when you were out to lunch with Lila one day,” he replied. “So I could get it permanently inked by one of your tattoo artists. It’s perfect. I didn’t want to lose it.”
I gulped around the sudden lump in my throat. Over the years, I’d done some work for Trooper. That was nothing unusual. But this…this was different. This was part of him and part of me, intertwined together. It was personal.
Like a promise. A commitment. Aproposal.
Trooper cupped his palm to my cheek, tilting my head up. He slid his tongue into my mouth, salty with the lingering taste of myself. Taking my wrist, he guided my palm to his cock. I needed no encouragement to squeeze the bulge of his erection, teasing him through his jeans.
Without breaking the kiss, I unbuckled his belt, pushing his pants down just enough to free him. He swore softly as I grasped his cock, pumping the length until he was hard as a rock. He grunted, teeth clenched, thrusting into my fist.
“We’re doing this all wrong, sweetheart,” Trooper said, tangling his fingers in my hair with a firm tug. He mouthed at my neck, dragging a hot, wet stripe up my throat. “I wanted to wine and dine you first. Not jump your bones as soon as we walked in the door.”
