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Alice was safe. At least from the immediate threat. The others would fall like dominoes if Jax and I had a say in it.
Safe.
My bride was safe.
“Greyson!” she yelped as I nipped my way down her neck, hands firm on her belly, making her squirm as I worked my way over her frame.
“We’re safe, baby. Jax gave the all-clear.”
“So, I don’t need my grumpy shadow anymore?”
Smirking, I bit down a little harder and growled, “Nice try, princess.”
“Dammit,” she breathed, but she was arching her spine, dropping her head to the mattress to expose her throat.Fucking hell.Cock growing painfully hard, I reached a hand up to bracket her neck, relishing in the little whimper the simple sign of ownership earned.
Mine.
This woman was mine. She showed it in her relentless pursuit of excellence and in her steadfast, righteous support through the trialsThunderstrikebrought into our lives, right down to her vulnerability here in our room. She watched with bright doe eyes as I reared back to shuck off my pajamas, quick to comply when I told her, “Up on your knees for me, baby.”
Crushing her lips with mine, I beat back the fear, the questions, the absolute terror of the last week and relished in the feeling of her in my palms. Her soft waist, generous hips, and strong thighs. The breathy hitch of her inhale as my fingers found her slick pussy. “Always so responsive,” I noted.
It was as though her body was forged for me—quick to meld into my touch and just as apt to let me know when she was wanting. “That’s my good girl,mybeautifulwife.”
A whimper escaped her, and I settled my hands on her waist, turning her around. Alice was always so quick to shift gears, to allow my hands to lead her where I wanted her. It was as though she got off on pleasing me, and that idea was enough to destroy even the strongest man. In tune with what I needed, she bent at the waist, quickly on her hands and knees for me as I closed the distance, bringing the creamy skin of her ass and thighs flush against me as I bunched the silk dress up around her waist.
Her damn nightgowns would be the death of me. It was all I could imagine any moment my schedule had a brief gap. One minute, I was dismissing a meeting or hanging up the phone, but when my eyes closed, it was Alice on her knees for me in that deep blue V-neck.Alice, splayed across our bed, gold silk draped over her chest as her lips parted.Alice, one blush strap askew, her pert breast and dusky nipple entirely erect as she threw her head back, and I dove to suck her peaked flesh into my mouth.
She was my obsession. And someone thought they could threaten her to get to me. There was a creeping sense of terror that Neal Gilbert wouldn’t be the last motherfucker to set their sights on my wife. But it crashed against the stubborn determination that we’d always keep her safe. But for now, I just needed to worship the woman who’d stolen my focus as she robbed me of my heart.
I reached down to run the head of my dick over her slick entrance, teasing her clit and relishing in the sound of her mewled response. She leaned back into me, and I didn’t hesitate. In one harsh thrust, I bottomed out inside her wet heat, holding her hips as I fought to keep control of my impending release. Her tight channel had barely gripped my cock, and I was already dripping pre-cum inside her. The sensation of Alice riding me bare would never lose its novelty. The woman gripped my dick tighter with every desperate claiming thrust. With every squeeze of her hips.
“Greyson,” she gasped as my hips snapped forward again. She could say my name like a plea a million times in this life, and it would never be enough.
Safe. She was safe. And she was mine.
Collapsing onto her forearms, Alice bowed her head into her hands, her silky chocolate strands melting into a pool in her palms as my pace increased. The soft window light cast shadows over her delectable curves—an incendiary beauty, like she’d combust, and I’d thank her as she took me to the next life.
“Please,” she begged, although she didn’t specify what she needed. More friction? For me to drive into her harder? Some combination of the two?
With my broad palms on her ass, I squeezed into her soft flesh, snapping my hips deeper with each movement. Bit by bit, piece by piece, I would dismantle the walls she’d built around herself, demanding she let me in. Some animal need to possess every inch of her, to know every curve and wall took over my body, urging me to deliver a kind of pleasure she’d never known before me. Wouldonlyknow with me.
Alice’s cry had my dick weeping against her walls, but it still wasn’t enough. I slid free of her channel to gather her arousal, sliding it up to the pleated rim of her perfect ass. Sliding my cock back into her center, I circled that forbidden temptation with my thumb, lubing the skin before hesitantly pressing against that ring of resistance.
Alicemoaned. The sound alone nearly had me spraying my load inside her.
Head thrown back, she sucked down breath like her life depended on it, and then arched her back, leaning into me and lifting that delectable ass in offering.
“You are so fucking sexy,” I snarled, stilling inside her. I gently pressed into her tight ring of muscle, hesitating when she gasped. Her walls nearly yanked my orgasm free as theyclamped down around my dick. Before I could ask her anything, she was arching into me again, urging me on, begging for more.
“Please, Greyson,” she mewled, nodding her head in encouragement.
“Damn, baby. You want me to fill you up?”
“Please,” she begged again, more desperately this time. Gingerly, I slunk deeper inside her tight little ass, a shudder rocking through me, my dick twitching eagerly as her ravenous moan encouraged my newfound exploration. I slid my other hand down her spine and back to her hip. God damn, she was fucking perfect for me. Returning to our previous pace, I savored every thrust, every moan and cry of ecstasy as she filled our room with her pleasure. Her walls fluttered around my cock, ass tight as I slowly eased my thumb in and out at a gentle rhythm. Mine. Alice was mine. And I would destroy any motherfucker stupid enough to set sights on her.
None of it mattered in the end. Not the business. Not the operation. Not the life I’d known for thirty-five years before she said yes to my insane proposition in her kitchen.
Just this.