“Feed me later,” I said. “Fuck me now.”
He blew out a breath and hooked his hands behind my knees, hoisting me up onto the counter.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Digging into his pocket, Trooper pulled out a condom and stripped off his jeans, kicking them aside. After rolling the condom on, he skimmed his fingers up my pussy, gathering the cream of my arousal to coat his cock with it.
Sex was never like this with anyone else. I couldn’t stop grinning like an idiot, and my stomach felt as if I’d swallowed an entire bottle of bubbly champagne, leaving me giddy and light-headed in the best way.
Trooper pushed my legs apart, lining up the tip of his cock. Too impatient to wait any longer, I cupped his ass with a squeeze, pulling him closer.
“Raine was right,” I said. “Your ass really isso grabbable.”
He started to laugh, then broke off with a moan as he slowly eased inside me with one long, deep stroke. I loved that smooth glide, the drag of every inch against my walls.
Placing my hand on Trooper’s tattoo, I guided his arm around me, nuzzling into his neck. I closed my eyes and let him hold me, carrying us both higher.
“God, you feel so fucking good, Shea,” he growled.
His hands were everywhere—smoothing over my thigh and my hip, cradling my tit in his palm, pinching the nipple with the sweetest tinge of pain to compliment the silky heat of his cock buried inside me.
Trooper curved his palm around the back of my neck and angled my head up to look at him. He pushed deep, circling his hips until I gasped from the mind-melting bliss that sparked through me, all the way down to my toes. I locked my legs around his waist, wishing I could fuse our bodies together like this.
“I’m not leaving you,” he said, his voice hoarse as he pressed his forehead to mine. “I’m not leaving you, I swear it.”
I grasped the back of his neck in return, meeting his thrusts, moving together. Breathing each other in. We were sloppy and frantic and delirious in our hunger for each other.
At any other time, I would have blamed the heat of the moment.
But this was Trooper. This wasmy Theo.
“I believe you,” I whispered.
My protective instincts still wanted to kick into overdrive. But in my heart, in my bones, I knew Trooper meant what he said. He was mine—my man, my Theo, myhusband—until we grew old and gray.
He slipped a hand between our bodies, rubbing my clit. My orgasm surged hard and fast through me, rocketing up my spine. I cried out, clinging to his shoulders.
Trooper hooked my legs over his forearms, angling my ass off the counter so he could get even deeper. The new position left me breathless, delirious and sensitive. I could hear the slicksound of my pussy gripping his cock tight with every stroke. His balls pressed to my ass when he bottomed out, his cockhead rubbing against my G-spot, making my eyes roll back in my head.
At last, Trooper came with a groan against my shoulder, pulsing his hips in short, broken thrusts. He peppered kisses across my breasts and up my neck to the corner of my mouth. I smiled against his lips, lazily dragging my fingers through his hair.
“You’re so adorable when you get that pussy-drunk look in your eyes,” I said.
He huffed a laugh and kissed me again.
“Oh, so that’s how it’s gonna be, huh? My wife-to-be is a damn menace.”
I cackled, nibbling at his earlobe. He hummed, pressing a slow, indulgent kiss to my neck.
My wife-to-be.
I never thought I would hear those words. But I loved the sound of them now.
Chapter ten
Trooper
“What about this one?” I prompted.
