Page 18 of Clear Shot (Lauderdale Knights #9)

Aiden

There are no better words in the English language than a beautiful woman begging you to fuck her. Especially when said woman is your wife.

I angle my hips and thrust deep, not bothering with finesse because we’ve both waited too damn long for this. Since the first time I saw her at a team party, before I realized she was Johan’s sister, I knew I would someday get to fuck her. I just never dreamed she’d be my wife when it happened.

And it’s even better than anything I could have fantasized.

Her tight, wet cunt envelopes me, drawing me in deeper and deeper until I’m completely lost. Buried to the hilt, hard little nipples poking me in the chest, big blue eyes glazed over with heat and lust.

If I died right now, my only regret would be that I only got to do this once.

“God damn, baby, you’re so fucking hot…” I breathe against her mouth, trying to slow down, draw this out, make sure she gets off first.

“Harder,” she whispers, leaning up to nip my lower lip.

“Yeah?” I slam my hips into her, bottoming out.

“Mmm, yes.” She hooks her feet around my back, pulling me even closer. “Kiss me like you’re fucking me, Aiden.”

Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

I thrust my tongue back into her mouth as I grind my hips into hers, picking up speed. She digs her nails into my back and the pinpricks of pain urge me on, make me want to hurt her like she’s hurting me—in the best way possible.

She makes a sound, a cross between pleasure and what I can only describe as a burning need for more, and I drive into her again and again and again. I want to take my time and learn my way around her body but it’s too late for that.

“Yes yes yes!” Her scream isn’t loud but it comes from deep within.

“Hana!” Pleasure rolls down my spine and explodes out of me with so much ferocity the headboard bangs against the wall a few times.

My cock pulses inside her a few times until I collapse, completely spent.

It was quick but intense.

More than intense—this was absolute nirvana.

I can’t even explain how good it was.

“Damn,” she murmurs, her pussy still fluttering around me. “Why did we wait so long to do this?”

“I dunno,” I respond, lifting my head so I can kiss her. “Dumb, I guess.”

Her eyes are closed as she kisses me back, and I drop my forehead to hers. “I really hope we didn’t break the bed.”

She giggles. “It feels intact. But if we did, we’ll replace it. I mean, what does he expect? We’re newlyweds.”

“We are.”

We lie like that for a while until I finally roll onto my side, keeping one arm around her mid-section.

“As much as I don’t want to move,” she says. “I think we should jump in the shower while we still have power. I know Remy has generators but we don’t want to waste power for multiple showers since we don’t know how long any outage may last.”

I’m loath to pull away but she has a point.

And we’re both pretty sweaty.

“You’re right,” I admit, forcing myself to sit up. “Let’s go.” I hold out my hand and help her out of bed. She’s momentarily tangled in the sheets and nearly loses her balance, but I quickly steady her and she winds up against my chest.

“Oops.” She grins up at me. “Sorry.”

“Never apologize for being in my arms. Especially when you’re naked.”

“I’ll remember that.” We pad into the bathroom and watch her pin up her light brown hair so it doesn’t get wet.

We take the world’s fastest shower—three minutes, tops—and then dry off together.

“I don’t think we should sleep naked,” she says, pulling on her T-shirt. “Just in case something happens that we have to get up quickly.

“Yeah.” I grab a clean pair of boxers and two minutes later we’re finally back in bed.

“I feel like we need to talk about this,” she says in a sleepy voice. “But I don’t want to. Not tonight.”

“Not tonight,” I agree with her, but only because I’m too tired to think about what there is to talk about.

We’re married.

We had sex.

It was really fucking good.

I’m hoping we have a lot more.

Everything else is just background noise.

When I wake up again, Hana’s on her stomach, long hair sprawled across her back, arms gripping the pillow as she sleeps.

She’s beautiful.

So much so I can’t take my eyes off of her for a minute or two.

It’s hard to believe this smart, gorgeous, spectacular woman wants to be with me.

She knows I’m a bit of a fuck-up when it comes to women and relationships, with a divorce under my belt and no interest in biological children, but she’s still here.

She wouldn’t leave my side in this damn storm and then she took our marriage of convenience and made it real.

Sex isn’t all there is to marriage, of course, but in our case, it was basically the only thing left because we already had most of the other components: Friendship, companionship, similar values when it comes to life in general, and a solid foundation of mutual friends and family. What the hell else is there?

Love, dumbass.

The thought hits me hard, and I close my eyes, trying to shake off the sudden feeling of discomfiture.

I stopped believing in love a long time ago.

And I certainly never made any promises like that to Hana.

Christ, I need to get out of bed and stop thinking with my little head instead of my big one.

We had sex.

It was good.

Big deal.

I’ve had dozens of one-night stands that were just as good.

Right?

Dammit.

I slide out of bed quietly so as not to wake her and take a minute in the bathroom to take care of business. I pull on shorts and a T-shirt and then slip out of the room.

It’s only nine thirty but I hear Remy’s voice somewhere in the house and follow the sound until I find him.

“Good morning.” He looks up as he puts his phone down. “Just talking to my wife. We lost power about ten minutes ago so I don’t know when I’ll talk to her again if cell towers go out.”

“How is it outside?” I ask quietly.

He shakes his head. “It’s bad, Aiden. According to the last weather report I heard, it’s a category 5 and tearing through the city. There are twenty-foot waves on the coast and A1A is completely washed out right now.”

I grimace. “Jesus. Is everyone okay?”

He shakes his head. “I’m not sure. A lot of guys took their families and left town, and some of the support staff is holed up at the arena.”

“You think we’re safe here?” I ask, glancing around.

“I think so.” He glances over my shoulder. “Good morning, Jordan.”

“How bad is it?” he asks.

“Well, let’s just say if we have another storm like this, I’m not staying. However, since we’re in the thick of it now, let’s go have some breakfast. Generators are running, Flora says there’s oatmeal and muffins she made yesterday. And of course, coffee.”

We make our way to the kitchen and as we’re making coffee, Felix comes in yawning.

“Hurricanes very loud,” he says. “I sleep like shit.”

“I haven’t been to bed yet,” Remy counters. “So I feel your pain.”

“You should get some rest, boss,” I say. “Now that we’re up, we can make sure everything is okay. If anything changes, I’ll wake you up.”

Remy hesitates but then nods. “You’re right. I’m no good to anyone if I don’t at least get a few hours.”

“Go on. I’ll pay attention to everything going on.”

“All right.” He claps me on the shoulder. “See you in a few hours.”

“Hungry, boys?” Flora looks bright-eyed and bushy-tailed as she serves us oatmeal and puts out muffins, butter, cream, and sugar.

“Smells great,” I tell her.

“Good morning.” Hana comes in looking as beautiful as ever, even though we probably only got five or six hours of sleep.

“Morning.” I get up to greet her, softly pressing my lips to hers. Our eyes meet and she smiles.

“I missed you,” she murmurs against my mouth.

“I’ll make it up to you when the storm is over,” I whisper back.

“I have blueberry muffins,” Flora calls out. “And?—”

She’s cut off as a loud bang makes the house rattle.

“What the fuck was that?” Jordan mutters, looking around.

“I think a tree just landed on the roof,” Remy says, coming back in a second later.

“Fuck.” Felix puts down his coffee. “We can do something?”

Remy shakes his head. “There’s nowhere to go. All we can do is hang tight and pray the roof holds.”

“What about the safe room?” I ask, reaching for Hana and pulling her against my side.

“That’s where we’ll go if I feel like we’re not safe.”

“This is bullshit,” Jordan grumbles. “Alaska is sounding better by the minute.”

We all understand he’s trying to make a joke, but it falls flat because I think we’re all scared. No one is willing to say the words out loud, but this is fucking terrifying.

And there isn’t a damn thing we can do about it.