A strong hand landed in the middle of my back, pushing me forward. I lowered my chest to the cushion as best I could. Wolfe gripped my hips and began slamming into me, fucking me harder than I had ever been fucked before. It was brutal and so fucking good.
Unable to help myself, I reached between my legs and gripped my cock, jerking roughly, chasing another release. A few minutes ago, I would’ve sworn it wasn’t possible, but I could feel it, another orgasm building, cresting.
Seconds later, as Wolfe was impaling me over and over, harder and harder, I came with a strangled cry. Mere seconds after that, he slammed into me one last time, following me right over into the abyss.
Chapter Thirty
Wolfe
“Travis, this is Sheriff Rhys Trevino. Rhys, Travis.”
I watched as Rhys and Travis shook hands.
“Nice to meet you, Sheriff.” Travis’s blue-gray gaze was assessing as he glanced from Rhys to me, then back.
“You, too.”
“And this is Amy. Amy, meet my cousin Travis and his husband, Gage.”
Amy offered her hand, but I could see she was hesitant.
“Our wife is back at home with the little ones,” Gage noted. “She wished she could’ve been here.”
Amy’s eyes slammed into me, and I fought the urge to smile. “Now you can’t say you’ve never met anyone like those books you read… Who did you say the author was again?”
Amy’s cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink and I chuckled as I pulled her close.
I had already filled Travis in on the situation on the phone, so I didn’t feel the need to run it down again.
“Would it be possible to grab a bite to eat?” Travis asked, glancing between us. “I was up early and I’m starvin’.”
“The diner’s just around the corner,” Rhys informed him.
“Perfect.” Travis stepped back and waited for Gage to move in front of him before following the man out of the building.
I let Rhys and Amy precede me so I could lock the door behind us.
A few minutes later, we were seated at the diner, coffee in front of us and food ordered.
“We’ve got a couple more comin’,” Travis told Donna. “They’ll have the same thing.”
“Who else is comin’?” I asked, hearing this for the first time.
“Ryan Trexler and Zachariah Tavoularis. RT owns Sniper 1 Security. Z’s his partner slash husband. I wanted to bring them in on this, see if we couldn’t knock this out rather than sit on our thumbs and wait for this bastard to make a move.”
“You think that’s possible?” Rhys inquired, his eyes traveling to Amy briefly. “Without puttin’ her in danger?”
Travis’s gaze remained on Rhys for long seconds.
“She’s my main priority,” he added. “Mine and his.”
When Travis looked my way, I nodded. I hadn’t clarified the relationship because it hadn’t come up, but I didn’t feel any need to hide it. And since Rhys had been the one to mention it…
“Understood,” Travis said firmly. “And the goal is to get him out in the open without putting anyone in the line of fire.”
“Not that it’ll work,” Gage added. “But it’s always the plan.”
“So, I did a little research on Kelly Jackson,” Travis prompted, his gaze sliding to Amy. “Were you aware that he was married before?”
