There was no patience in Adam, but there was finesse. He rocked into me and it reminded me of how he’d been buried in Lainey’s ass and now he was going to be buried in mine. Every thrust took him deeper. He’d slicked himself up and I pushed back, welcoming him.
“I love you,” I said in a hoarse voice. “I love you so goddamn much.”
“Good,” Adam grunted as he sank to the hilt. The rub against my prostate was a tantalizing tease. Fuck, I needed more. Then he ran his fingers through my hair. He wasn’t moving, he was just laying there, balls deep in my ass. “This good?”
“Oh yeah,” I said, then threw caution to the wind. “Could be better.”
“Oh?” He dared me to keep it up and well, who was I, if not consistent?
“Moving would be good…”
His little growl pleased me enormously. Even more when he pulled out and shoved back in. I saw stars.
“Yeah, a little more… fuck me like you mean it.” It was my turn to taunt and Adam dragged us both back, pulling me right to the edge of the bed and then he was thrusting into me.
My world narrowed down to the heavy thickness of him filling me with every push and the soft grunts of his breathing.
“You are such an asshole,” he muttered, punctuating every syllable with another trust. More precum leaked out of me as he fucked me. I was going to come.
“But I’m your asshole,” I told him.
“Yes, you are,” he said, possession filling his voice. “This ass is mine. You will give it to no one else. Ever again.”
That was an easy promise.
“Except my kotyonok,” I reminded him, writhing with the heat he ignited. He was gripping my hips so tightly they were going to be bruised. The pound of his cock in my ass was divine. The bark of laughter twisting around his huff of irritation perfection.
We were on the same page.
Excellent.
I beat at the bed as he pushed me right up to the edge. “Right there…” I was begging. “Fuck me, Adam… right there. Fuck you feel so good.”
I came against the covers and my chest. But Adam was still pulsing away in me, his orgasm following mine. The heat of him filling me, everything I’d ever wanted and then we were collapsing together.
Filthy. Hot. Sweaty.
“That was almost too quick,” I muttered.
“Are you complaining?” The warning there dared me to take it further.
I mean, if he wanted me to, I could. Except… “No,” I whispered. “That was perfect.”
“Eh,” he grunted and I twisted to find him leaning over me and then his mouth was on mine. A hot bruising kiss he ended with a bite. Pushy bastard. “Not perfect, pretty close. But we have all night to figure it out…”
We had all night to…
Struck mute, I stared up at him as a slow smile crossed his face, even his eyes softened.
“Well, I finally found a way to shut you up that didn’t involve you choking on my dick.” He winked, then kissed me again before he wrapped his arms around me and just held me close.
I kind of wanted to argue, but he was right. I had nothing to say to that.
“Good boy,” Adam soothed and I shuddered all over again. “We need to clean up and then you’re going to teach me how to suck your cock the way you like it.”
Yep. I could do that.
He laughed again and I grinned. I really wasn’t going to argue against any of that.
Ever.
Chapter
Nineteen
LAINEY
The smell of coffee proved too tempting an allure to sleep through. Coupled with the sizzle of bacon from the kitchen area below, and my stomach was awake before the rest of me processed my eyes were open. The combination was a decadent tease for my senses. My body was one long, sensual ache and as I pushed myself up on my elbows, I got my first real look at the loft apartment.
The “bedroom” was upstairs. The absolute lack of walls seemed almost too exposed. Yet, the low railing overlooking the living area below with its warm wooden floors and rich colored furnishings promised a cozier welcome. Then that wall of windows gazing at the park was exquisite.
A king in his castle— No, not a king. Bodhi didn’t want to rule over everything and everyone. He just wanted information to identify our enemies and then use his skills to end them before they were a real threat. In his blood, Bodhi was every bit the knight his mother used to weave into her stories.
I had no memories of Isla. I don’t think I’d ever met her or if I had, it was when I was far too young to remember. Her influence on Bodhi made me think I would have liked her. Who was I kidding, I would have loved her.
Below, the scent of toast and eggs began to thread through the twin temptations of bacon and coffee. Savoring the ache, I rolled to the edge and slid out. My clothes from the night before were all hung neatly next to an open closet door. Bodhi’s clothes were folded over each other in a semi-neat, if disheveled, stack. I claimed the button down shirt and slid it on.
