She’s here with me anyway.
Her tongue brushes mine as her body jerks in response to me circling her clit firmly. She dips away from the intensity, pushing her ass up against my cock.
“Look at you,” I mutter, heat and roughness creeping into my voice. “So willing to show them how much you trust me with your body. You want to know why?”
“Why?”
“Because you’re mine, Maren.” The words are unexpected. Initially, I wasn’t ever going to claim her. But how could I not, when she trusts me like this. So, I don’t dishonor her by backtracking now.
I’m claiming Maren Caldwell as my old lady, and the rest of the world better get with the program. Because I’ll kill anyone who doesn’t.
“Oh, God,” Maren cries.
Her hand tightens on my wrist.
Her head falls back against my shoulder.
Her cunt clenches around my fingers.
And I feel the rush of wetness as her knees go weak. I band my arm around her hips, holding her up while she jerkily rides out the rest of her orgasm.
“Keep your head down, for a second, sweetheart,” I mutter as I ease my strokes to something soft and gentle.
Call me a protective bastard, but while I had zero problems with them watching me make Maren come, I don’t want them to see her face when it’s at its softest, and most loving and connected.
I’m the only man who gets to see that.
From the corner of my eye, I see Havoc rearrange his dick in his denim.
“Out,” I snap. “And deal with him.”
Low mutters and the sound of boots on concrete, and the dragging of a body, disappear into silence. When I look around, there is only the two of us in the dim light.
I slide my fingers from her and turn her around to face me. “They’re gone. You can look up, now.”
When she does, she bites down on her lower lip. I search her face for signs of regret, convinced I’ll find them there.
But what I do see undoes me. I’m not worth the trust I see in her eyes, but I sure as hell want to be. She cups my cheeks, steps up onto her toes, and kisses me. It’s messy and wanton and the kind that makes a man loyal to one woman for the rest of his life, just so he gets to kiss her like that every fucking day.
Once I’m sure we’re alone, I reach for the waistband of her pants and panties and shove both down her legs. It’s imperative I fuck her and fuck her right now.
When the clothes on her lower body are removed, I undo my belt and throw it to the ground. Then, I lift her, one palm on her ass, the other behind her head as I slam her into the wall. Her thighs tighten around me; my cock pressed snugly against her cunt before I grind against her.
“Fuck, I’ve wanted to do that the whole time.”.
Given how wet her pussy is, I bet she’s leaving smears of cream on my denim. I reach between us and fight the button and zipper to free my cock.
It takes a second to shove my jeans down far enough, but without hesitation, I line the two of us up and thrust into her. It takes a few attempts to bury myself in her because of my size and the chokehold of her pussy, but finally, I’m driving all the way home in one tight but smooth slide.
“Fuck, Maren,” I yell.
I don’t care who hears. I don’t care who watches as I shift the way I kiss her so all they’ll see is the side of my head and not her face if they do try to watch.
My mouth crashes against her in a rough claiming that leaves no space for interpretation. I’m dying to fuck this woman because I love her.
Love.
Fuck, I’ll only ever love her.
