Page 79 of Battle Scars

“Please,” she cries out as she comes, squirting all over my cock, driving me wild.

“Oh fuck, that’s it. Make a mess of my cock. Fuck, you feel so good. Don’t stop coming.”

“I can’t,” she cries.

“I can’t stop. I have to come. I can’t stop,” I pant, driving into her again and again as she rips the orgasm from my body and drains me of every last drop of cum—maybe the last of my life. I might be dead but what a way to go.

When I can breathe again, I roll to my side, taking her with me but careful to stay inside of her. I need to keep this connection.

She blinks her beautiful but sleepy eyes and cuddles into my chest like a contented kitten.

“Can you sleep like this?”

“Mhmm,” she whispers before settling in and drifting off.

I hold her in my arms, breathing in the scent of her, of us, before feeling my body relax and drift off to sleep.

I wake sometime in the night, my dick hard and my balls aching, but I’m still buried deep inside of my woman.

She’s sound asleep but her skin is pink and she’s breathing fast. Whatever she’s dreaming about must have woken me.

When I feel her pussy flutter around me, I know that she’ll make me come in her sleep, but I can’t let that happen. I roll us so that she’s on her back with me still inside of her. She pants in her sleep and rocks her hips into mine.

“Adrienne, baby wakeup.” I press kisses to her eyes, her cheeks, her lips—everywhere I can reach. “Wake up, baby. I have to have you. I need you to wake up.”

“Gabe?” she asks when her eyes flutter open, feeling me thick and hard and ready inside of her.

“You were sleeping baby,” I tell her and her eyes go wide and her cheeks pink with embarrassment. “You were riding me in your sleep and now I need you. Can I have you?”

“Yes,” she whispers and it’s like a huge weight has been lifted as I hold her gently in my arms, slowly rocking into her.

She moans as I continue to move over her and inside her. Her body was already primed for me, and I was more than ready for her.

“Yes Gabe. Please,” she pleads. “You can have me. I’m yours.”

“Such a good girl for me,” I praise her as I make love to her.

Before too long her whole body tightens around me and she falls over the edge, pulling me with her. Afterward, I slide out of her and pull her into my arms, her back to my front, and drift off to sleep again.

The morning comes much too soon.

TWENTY-EIGHT

STUCK IN THAT HELL

Adrienne

Three days later…

Las Vegas, Nevada

Iclimb out of my car at the practice track and hand my helmet to Erin as Rowan preps the car to be towed off the track. I pull each of my arms across my chest and stretch to loosen the kinks. It’s no use.

This week is the Las Vegas 500 Mile, the last race I need to win to gain control of DHR. This is also the race Bobby and I are both in.

Sometimes, I think my dad has a twisted sense of humor. I think he’s turning up the heat to see if I can stand the fire. Or maybe he just wants to see if I’ll say uncle and walk away like Bobby said I should, before he hands our family legacy over to a man instead of the actual heir.

At this point, I have no idea. I wonder if this is how a lobster feels as it’s boiled alive. I was stressed at the beginning of this hunger-games-meets-family-feud from hell but now I’m two seconds away from being a total basket case and needing a grippy sock vacation. Maybe permanently.