Her head is tipped back, her breasts shaking as she snaps her hips back and forth. A rosy blush has climbed across her chest and cheeks, her nipples are peaked, and I can only stare at her in wonder.
“Switch,” she breathes.
I grin.
Flipping her onto her back, I pin her hands above her head, and I fuck her.
I really fuck her.
The bed shakes and she screams out her pleasure, her knees pulled back, her body spread open and perfect. Each thrust has me grunting, groaning, begging to have this feeling until the day I fucking die.
And then she comes.
She cries out my name, screams it, and her pussy throbs and tightens around my cock. My orgasm slams through me, a thousand sensations pouring across my skin, and I bury my face in her neck as I fill her.
My skin is electric, my mind alight, and I pant into her skin as the feeling slowly ebbs away. Lina relaxes her legs back onto the bed but keeps me close, running her fingers through my hair.
“Still with me, Chief?”
I laugh. “Just about.”
Pushing myself up with my hand, I look down at her. She looks thoroughly fucked and happy. “Good fucking boy.”
I laugh again and kiss her, wondering how I found peace with a woman who is war personified.
Chapter 20
Lina
Alistair stands when he sees me across the restaurant, and I release Guy’s hand to weave quickly through tables and reach my friend. He looks the same as always. Tall, broad, and terrifying. Thick, gray hair that he told me he’s had since he was young, and a matching beard. He’s dressed sharply and always has an air of power and belonging. It makes sense, given that he runs one of the most powerful arms trades on the East Coast alongside Colt Harland. When I reach him, he hugs me, lifting me off my feet.
It took me a long time to realize that Alistair isn’t an affectionate man. He reserves his kindness for those he truly loves, and I consider myself incredibly lucky that I’m one of those people. He’s always remained close to me, a hand on my waist, a hug if I need one, but to most people he’s cold. Distant. I can only hope he’ll thaw out quickly for Guy.
“That’s him?” Alistair whispers in my ear. “Little old for you.”
“Oh hush.” I pull back and swat his chest. Guy reachesthe table, and I take a second to admire just how good he looks in his suit. I’ve only ever seen him in jeans and T-shirts or his uniform, and he always looks good, but tonight he looks fucking delicious. I don’t look half bad myself, in a figure-hugging red silk dress, and no underwear. I plan on getting the Chief to shag me in the bathroom before we leave. “Alistair, this is Guy. Guy, Alistair.”
They shake hands, and Alistair takes his seat. “I ordered you a wine. I got you something vintage. It seems you like that.”
I roll my eyes and Guy reads the menu. “He’s funny.”
“Hilarious,” I say. “Make an effort to be nice to each other; you’re the only men in the world I can tolerate.”
Alistair says, “Whiskey, Guy?”
“Sounds good.”
Alistair raises his fingers to the waiter, then taps the half-finished glass already in front of him.
“So …” Alistair leans back in his chair. “Lina tells me you’ve convinced her to quit.”
Here we go.
“I made the decision myself,” I snap. “Stop antagonizing him.”
“Just protecting what’s mine,” Alistair says, his eyes focused on Guy’s. “You know I worry about you.”
Guy doesn’t even blink. “That makes two of us. Lina can make her own decisions, and she has.”
