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“I want you in my mouth,” I whisper.
“Not today.” He stands and pulls me up with him. “Not after I got a taste of your sweet pussy. I gotta have you now.” He digs his hands into my ass and lifts me against him, then crosses the room in three easy strides and slams me against the wall.
“Legs around my hips.”
More than willing to comply with his erotic demand, I brace myself against the wall, my arms around his neck, legs curled around his body as he pulls a condom from his pocket, then shoves down his jeans. The crown of his erection presses against my slit and for a moment I am tempted to take him bare. Although I haven’t been with anyone for a long time, I’m still on the pill, but do I know Ray—trust him—well enough to take that kind of risk?
Maybe not. Not yet.
So I stay quiet when he pulls back and sheaths himself, and then quiet turns loud when his thick head presses against my entrance and I moan.
“Tell me you want my cock.” His fingers dig into my ass as he holds me poised just above the object of my desire.
“I want your cock, Ray.”
He eases in just enough to stretch me, his thick head dragging over my G-spot, an exquisite pleasure that makes my eyes water.
“Where do you want it?” His body shakes, his need as great as mine, and yet he has a self-control I envy. If he weren’t holding me so tightly, I would impale myself on him without a second thought.
“I want your cock in my pussy. Oh God. Do it now. Fuck me hard.” I bite my lip, hoping my inexperience with dirty talking doesn’t show. Anything to get him inside me.
“Yesssss.” He groans and with one hard thrust, he fills me, so deliciously thick and hard I whimper. Tightening my legs around his hips and my arms around his neck, I hold on for dear life.
“Gonna fuck my girl till she screams.” He gives me a bruising kiss, then hammers into me, lifting me in time to his thrusts, until I know nothing but the utter, overwhelming need to come.
“So beautiful.” He pants his words. “Wanna watch you come. Scratch me, beautiful girl. Bite me. Show me how much you want it.” He slides his thumb over my clit, circling, rubbing, and then he pinches and I’m gone, biting his shoulder as hard as I dare to muffle my screams.
Ray pounds into me as I climax, drawing out my pleasure until he follows me over the edge, his cock pulsing deep inside me.
When I soften against him, Ray carries me to the bedroom and lays me down before going to dispose of the condom. Almost immediately, panic seizes me. Sweat beads on my forehead and my heart pounds. Rolling off the bed onto all fours, I squeeze my eyes shut and try to take long, deep breaths, but my chest is too tight and darkness claws at my vision.
“Shhhhh.” A warm hand strokes down my back, and then Ray curls an arm around my waist and pulls me back into his chest, his hand between my breasts.
“Your heart is beating too fast. Gotta slow it down.” His voice is low, soothing. Calm. So calm. “Breathe for me.”
Shaking violently in his arms, I try to take a breath, but only a whisper of air gets through.
“Wherever you are, you gotta come back, Sia.” His voice echoes in the darkness and his arms tighten around me. “Promised Fuzz I’d keep you safe. He’ll go fuckin’ ballistic if anything happens to you.”
Tag. I imagine his face and my heart warms. But it isn’t Tag with his arms around me, murmuring in my ear, keeping me safe. It’s Ray. Here and now. And my heart warms even more.
“You okay now?”
I draw in a deep breath, and then another. “Yeah. Thanks. I like listening to your voice.”
“Had to do something to bring you back.” He rests his forehead on my back and draws in a ragged breath. “It was gonna be that or CPR.”
We hold each other for the longest time, and then Ray releases me. My cheeks burn and I stiffen, preparing myself for him to walk away from a woman who is so obviously broken. Instead he stands and lifts me into his arms. “Discovery Channel usually has a two-hour special at midnight, and I’m thinking we should stay away from the bed.”
“You’re staying?”
“’Course I’m staying. I didn’t leave you alone after your fight with Tag, and I’m not leaving you alone now.”
Stunned and overwhelmed, I say nothing until we get to the bedroom door. “I can walk, Ray. You don’t have to carry me.”
“I like carrying you. I like everything about you, and I don’t just mean your wicked mouth or your lush body or the way I can make you scream with pleasure. I like that you’re beautiful, soft, and innocent and artistic. I like that you see the world a totally different way from me. And that you’re loyal and loving to your friends and family.”
“I’m broken.”
He stretches out on the couch and tucks me up against him, then grabs the throw from the back of the couch and tosses it around us.
“So am I. My life has been one fucking tragedy after another. I lost my brother and then I lost my wife, Lisa.”
My heart in my throat, I push myself up, but he tightens his hold, hugging me against his chest. “Same as Scott,” he says softly. “I wasn’t fast enough. We were stationed together in Afghanistan. She was a medic and I was in the infantry division. We’d only been married a couple of months. Base was ambushed. She ran out to help a soldier who’d been badly hit. I saw the rocket launcher on the hillside. And I ran. God did I run. But I wasn’t fast enough.”
“Not today.” He stands and pulls me up with him. “Not after I got a taste of your sweet pussy. I gotta have you now.” He digs his hands into my ass and lifts me against him, then crosses the room in three easy strides and slams me against the wall.
“Legs around my hips.”
More than willing to comply with his erotic demand, I brace myself against the wall, my arms around his neck, legs curled around his body as he pulls a condom from his pocket, then shoves down his jeans. The crown of his erection presses against my slit and for a moment I am tempted to take him bare. Although I haven’t been with anyone for a long time, I’m still on the pill, but do I know Ray—trust him—well enough to take that kind of risk?
Maybe not. Not yet.
So I stay quiet when he pulls back and sheaths himself, and then quiet turns loud when his thick head presses against my entrance and I moan.
“Tell me you want my cock.” His fingers dig into my ass as he holds me poised just above the object of my desire.
“I want your cock, Ray.”
He eases in just enough to stretch me, his thick head dragging over my G-spot, an exquisite pleasure that makes my eyes water.
“Where do you want it?” His body shakes, his need as great as mine, and yet he has a self-control I envy. If he weren’t holding me so tightly, I would impale myself on him without a second thought.
“I want your cock in my pussy. Oh God. Do it now. Fuck me hard.” I bite my lip, hoping my inexperience with dirty talking doesn’t show. Anything to get him inside me.
“Yesssss.” He groans and with one hard thrust, he fills me, so deliciously thick and hard I whimper. Tightening my legs around his hips and my arms around his neck, I hold on for dear life.
“Gonna fuck my girl till she screams.” He gives me a bruising kiss, then hammers into me, lifting me in time to his thrusts, until I know nothing but the utter, overwhelming need to come.
“So beautiful.” He pants his words. “Wanna watch you come. Scratch me, beautiful girl. Bite me. Show me how much you want it.” He slides his thumb over my clit, circling, rubbing, and then he pinches and I’m gone, biting his shoulder as hard as I dare to muffle my screams.
Ray pounds into me as I climax, drawing out my pleasure until he follows me over the edge, his cock pulsing deep inside me.
When I soften against him, Ray carries me to the bedroom and lays me down before going to dispose of the condom. Almost immediately, panic seizes me. Sweat beads on my forehead and my heart pounds. Rolling off the bed onto all fours, I squeeze my eyes shut and try to take long, deep breaths, but my chest is too tight and darkness claws at my vision.
“Shhhhh.” A warm hand strokes down my back, and then Ray curls an arm around my waist and pulls me back into his chest, his hand between my breasts.
“Your heart is beating too fast. Gotta slow it down.” His voice is low, soothing. Calm. So calm. “Breathe for me.”
Shaking violently in his arms, I try to take a breath, but only a whisper of air gets through.
“Wherever you are, you gotta come back, Sia.” His voice echoes in the darkness and his arms tighten around me. “Promised Fuzz I’d keep you safe. He’ll go fuckin’ ballistic if anything happens to you.”
Tag. I imagine his face and my heart warms. But it isn’t Tag with his arms around me, murmuring in my ear, keeping me safe. It’s Ray. Here and now. And my heart warms even more.
“You okay now?”
I draw in a deep breath, and then another. “Yeah. Thanks. I like listening to your voice.”
“Had to do something to bring you back.” He rests his forehead on my back and draws in a ragged breath. “It was gonna be that or CPR.”
We hold each other for the longest time, and then Ray releases me. My cheeks burn and I stiffen, preparing myself for him to walk away from a woman who is so obviously broken. Instead he stands and lifts me into his arms. “Discovery Channel usually has a two-hour special at midnight, and I’m thinking we should stay away from the bed.”
“You’re staying?”
“’Course I’m staying. I didn’t leave you alone after your fight with Tag, and I’m not leaving you alone now.”
Stunned and overwhelmed, I say nothing until we get to the bedroom door. “I can walk, Ray. You don’t have to carry me.”
“I like carrying you. I like everything about you, and I don’t just mean your wicked mouth or your lush body or the way I can make you scream with pleasure. I like that you’re beautiful, soft, and innocent and artistic. I like that you see the world a totally different way from me. And that you’re loyal and loving to your friends and family.”
“I’m broken.”
He stretches out on the couch and tucks me up against him, then grabs the throw from the back of the couch and tosses it around us.
“So am I. My life has been one fucking tragedy after another. I lost my brother and then I lost my wife, Lisa.”
My heart in my throat, I push myself up, but he tightens his hold, hugging me against his chest. “Same as Scott,” he says softly. “I wasn’t fast enough. We were stationed together in Afghanistan. She was a medic and I was in the infantry division. We’d only been married a couple of months. Base was ambushed. She ran out to help a soldier who’d been badly hit. I saw the rocket launcher on the hillside. And I ran. God did I run. But I wasn’t fast enough.”
