She broke, crying my name as her pussy convulsed around my cock. “That’s it, baby. Ride it out. Let me feel it. Let me fucking feel you come.”
She clamped hard, and my control was ripped apart, driving into her through the violent pulses, chasing her pleasure until mine crashed over me with enough force to blacken the edges of my vision. I buried myself as deep as her body would take me and came, thick jets spilling inside her while my hips jerked with every pulse.
“Mine,” I growled against her throat, holding her beneath me while my cock emptied into her gripping heat. “Every fucking part of you.”
Her arms tightened around my neck, and she whispered my name through the last tremors. I stayed inside her while our breathing slowed, unwilling to give up the feeling of her body wrapped around mine or the possessive satisfaction of knowing my come was sealed deep inside her. When I finally lifted my head, tears of pleasure shone along her lashes, but her smile was soft, exhausted, and entirely content.
I kissed her carefully, the hard edge of hunger easing into something warmer as I stroked tangled hair from her face. “You hurting?”
“A little,” she admitted, voice rough from crying out. “But I’m okay.”
I withdrew slowly, stopping when the movement pulled a quiet wince from her. “Fuck. You’re gonna be sore.”
I hated that I’d hurt her, but I couldn’t bring myself to regret anything about what we’d just done.
My cock slid free, wet with both of us. The sight of my release beginning to spill from her swollen pussy sent another possessive throb through me even though I had nothing left to give. “Need to take care of you.”
I scooped her up and carried her into the bathroom despite her sleepy insistence that she could walk, set her on the counter, and cleaned her gently with warm water and a soft cloth. Then I lifted her into my arms and walked back to bed, setting her in the middle before climbing in after her.
Jacqueline curled into my side as soon as I settled beneath the covers, one leg sliding over mine while her cheek found the center of my chest. I tucked her closer, palm moving down her back in long strokes until her breathing grew slow and even. The ranch remained guarded, cameras covered every approach, and the woman in my arms carried my scent, my marks, and my release inside her.
I slept deeper than I had in years, with Jacqueline wrapped around me and the certainty that I had finally found the one place I was meant to stay.
12
STRYKER
Iwoke with Jacqueline curled against my chest, one soft thigh draped over mine and her bare breasts pressed warm against my ribs beneath the sheet. Her hair covered my shoulder and half the pillow in a chestnut tangle, while her breath moved steadily across the skin below my collarbone.
I’d woken her twice last night, once because she shifted against my cock in her sleep and again because I’d opened my eyes with the taste of her still in my mouth and decided waiting until morning was just unreasonable. Now pale light edged the curtains, her body was limp with exhaustion in my arms, and the only concern I had about how quickly everything between us was moving was that I hadn’t brought over enough clothes.
My semi-hard cock hardened against her thigh while I watched her sleep, apparently unconcerned that I’d kept both of us awake for most of the night. Faint pink marks from my mouth colored the delicate skin along her throat and tits, and the sight stirred satisfaction in my chest. I loved that she carried everything I’d spilled deep inside her, exactly where it belonged.
I wanted to roll her beneath me again, spread those sleepy thighs, and remind her that her body was mine. But she trustedme to take care of her as thoroughly as I’d taken her apart, and right now that meant letting her sleep.
Easing out from under her required more work than escaping men with weapons ever had because Jacqueline made a soft protest and tightened her arm across my stomach when I shifted. I replaced myself with the pillow, tucked the sheet around her bare shoulder, and pressed my mouth to her temple until the little wrinkle between her brows smoothed. I stood beside the bed for several seconds admiring the flushed, thoroughly used woman sleeping in the middle of it. Then I crossed the hall to the spare room, grabbed the clothes I’d brought, and carried everything back to the bedroom where it belonged.
I hung my shirts and two pairs of jeans in the closet beside Jacqueline’s flannels and soft dresses before I set my shoes next hers, claimed two drawers in the dresser, and emptied the spare-bathroom counter into the one attached to our bedroom. My razor went beside her skin-care bottles, my toothbrush into the ceramic cup next to hers, and my shaving kit into a drawer. By the time I finished, the spare room no longer held anything of mine except the bed I had no intention of using again.
I had three meetings at Black Castle Security I could no longer avoid, including one with a client whose travel schedule had changed twice overnight and another involving a contract large enough that Ledger had threatened to hunt me down if I sent Hawkeye in my place.
After showering, I dressed in a charcoal suit and returned to the bed with my tie still hanging loose around my neck. Jacqueline hadn’t moved much, but the sheet had slipped low enough to reveal her tits and the soft curve of her stomach, giving my body several strong arguments for canceling the entire day and locking the bedroom door.
But if I wanted to have a future with her and our family that I intended to create as soon as possible, I needed to keep my damn job. I was going to start cutting my hours immediately, though.
I sat beside her and dragged my knuckles slowly down her cheek before lowering my mouth to hers. She made a sleepy sound and opened for me on instinct, her lips soft and swollen while one hand rose to catch my lapel. The kiss deepened before I intended it to, and my cock pushed hard against the front of my suit pants until she shifted beneath the sheet with a tiny wince that reminded me exactly how sore I’d left her.
“Easy, baby,” I murmured, brushing my thumb across her lower lip when her lashes lifted. Her pretty blue eyes were hazy with sleep, but warmth filled them when she focused on me. Then her adorably shy smile followed and tightened something deep in my chest. “I have to go into Black Castle for a few hours. You’re staying in bed and resting.”
Her gaze traveled over the suit and returned to my face with a touch of amusement…and appreciation. “That sounded less like a suggestion than you probably intended.”
“Nope. Wasn’t intended as one.” I slid my hand beneath the sheet and settled it over her hip, enjoying the way her body softened into my palm even while another faint blush spread across her cheeks. “You’re going to feel me every time you move today, and I want you thinking about exactly who put that ache there instead of dragging feed bags around the barn or working on house repairs.”
Her mouth fell open before she pressed her lips together, trying and failing to hide a giggle. “You sound awfully pleased with yourself.”
“Very.” I let my thumb trace the warm crease where her thigh met her center, close enough to feel her tense without giving my cock another reason to keep me home. “You begged for harder,took everything I gave you, then woke up twice and asked for more. I’ve earned pleased.”
The color in her face deepened as her eyes dropped to my tie. “I don’t remember asking the second time.”
