I sighed, already disappointed. “As much as I’d love to, I still have work to do. We are all needed to help catch the killer.”
“I’ll take you back as soon as you say the word, Cherish,” Dante said as he walked over to me. “Just give me a couple of hours.”
I nodded, looking up at him. “I’d love to.”
He took my hand and led me over to the blanket. I sat down, getting comfortable as Dante also lowered himself to the ground. I watched as he gave a slight wince while straightening out his leg.
“Is there anything I can do to help you?” I asked quietly.
He shook his head. “There’s nothing you can do. I have bad days sometimes,” he shrugged like it was no big deal. “Most of the time it’s fine.” He leaned his back against a large tree trunk. “Come here,” he held out a hand, and I obediently took it, scooting closer to him, but once I was at his side, he lifted me until I was cradled against his lap. “That’s better.”
Ignoring the tingles across my skin at our nearness, I grabbed the bag with our lunch and began taking out the containers. There were two bottles of water at the bottom, so I handed Dante one while I twisted the top off of mine and took a sip.
We ate in silence, the simple grilled cheese sandwiches hitting the spot in my hungry stomach perfectly. When I was done, I wiped my mouth and took another drink from my water bottle. Curiosity finally got the better of me.
“Dante, how did you find out what my first name is?” Surprisingly, I wasn’t mad. It was actually a little nice being called by my first name after so many years of avoiding it. The name was embarrassing. I’d been teased all throughout schooland tried shortening it, but the nameCherryjust brought a whole different type of teasing.
Dante didn’t look the least apologetic when he told me, “I did a background check on you.”
I should probably feel offended, or even violated, that he’d dug into my life. Instead, I understood. I had nothing to hide from him, and I could tell that the man was fiercely loyal and protective. Once the other two started getting close to me, he probably did it out of precaution.
“Did you find anything interesting?” I asked as I stared out over the water.
Dante gently gripped my chin and turned my face to look at him. “Everything about you is interesting, Cherish.” He pressed his lips to mine, a soft, gentle kiss, unlike the ones we’d shared previously. He pulled back only a fraction, his lips separated from mine by just our breaths. “Can I touch you, baby girl?”
As if I had it within me to ever say no. Without hesitation, I brought our lips back together, this time taking the lead as I also took his hands and brought them up to cup my breasts. Pulling back, I looked him in the eyes, seeing the small flecks of dark green and gold hidden in the darker brown. “You can do more than touch.”
With a hungry growl, Dante seemed to lose any restraint he’d previously had. In one heartbeat to the next, my shirt was unbuttoned before I could blink. My bra was next, tossed aside carelessly. I was pushed, a large hand on the center of my chest, and my back hit the soft blanket. Dante took in every curve as I lay there exposed to him, my chest moving rapidly with my breaths.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful.”
Then his hands were on my slacks, tugging them open and sliding them down my legs. Dante’s hands were shaking as heran them over my body as if taking in the pleasure of just feeling my skin beneath his palms.
“I’m going to worship every part of you,” he promised, his voice husky with need. “I need to taste you,” he murmured, as if he were speaking to himself. “I need your taste on my tongue when I sink inside of you.”
All I could do was cry out as he yanked my legs apart and lifted my ass, bringing my pussy to his mouth. His tongue delved deep, spearing me without hesitation. The effect was immediate, causing electricity to race over my skin and heat to flood my veins.
I gripped his head, threading my fingers through his long hair, using it as an anchor. Every move he made with his mouth was deliberate. His tongue, teeth, and lips, all working perfectly to not only bring me to an almost instant orgasm, but to throw me over a cliff so high that when I fell back down, I was left gasping and trembling, my throat raw from my screams. I was dazed at the suddenness, at the skill he possessed to ravish me so thoroughly with his mouth that I couldn’t bring a single coherent thought to my brain.
In seconds, I was raised back to a sitting position, my body still trembling and my limbs feeling like jelly. It took me a few seconds before I understood, as Dante guided my knees to rest next to his hips. With his help, I raised up high enough for him to grip his thick cock, purple and throbbing, aimed for my entrance.
“Just relax, baby girl,” he said against my ear as I shuddered with aftershocks. “Just enjoy the ride.”
Using his strength, he sat me down, impaling me on him. I flashed back to last night in the bathtub, to the way Ry had taken me the same way, and heat flared in anticipation. As my body took him in, I released a long breath as, once again, I was stretched so thoroughly I wondered how it was possible.
Dante gave me a second to adjust to the fullness, then leaning forward, he captured my lips, taking my cries into his mouth as he began fucking me like a madman. Sparks flew behind my eyelids that were too heavy to keep open. I was unskilled at sex, only having been with Ry and Gage the night before, but even I could tell that he knew what he was doing.
Every thrust was precise, meant to give the most pleasure, drawing out the intensity. Screams were dragged from my already raw throat as his cock found every sensitive nerve ending inside me.
I found myself chanting his name over and over, repeating his name like my own personal mantra. His lips descended to my neck and then my breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth as he bit down lightly while flicking his tongue over the tip. Everything he did heightened the sensations, sending waves of heat and electric pulses of pleasure through my veins on a loop.
I couldn’t take it. It was too much. So much pleasure, I thought it would kill me if it didn’t stop. I clawed at his back and shoulders desperately as he switched to my other breast, torturing me.
“Dante,” I sobbed. “Please! Fuck!” Then I threw my head back. The scream that tore from me was ragged and raspy. My body tightened like a spring wound too tight, about to break from the overwhelming pressure.
Finally, finally, it broke. I found myself free-falling into an abyss so deep, I wasn’t sure I would ever be able to recover. I leaned my forehead on Dante’s shoulder, gasping and sobbing as the pleasure seemed to go on forever, his cock dragging it out from me in relentless waves.
I squeezed my eyes closed and allowed myself to float, to just feel. I listened to Dante’s grunts as he chased his release, goosebumps covering my skin at how animalistic he sounded, how lost he was in me.
