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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

ALANNA

Cy’s kiss is my undoing. Each time he kisses me, all I can feel is the destruction of the walls around me crumbling. Brick by brick they fall.

I’d come to this conclusion while baking. I hadn’t been able to fall asleep. All I kept thinking about was how good I felt in his arms. How I loved him kissing me, and even more how what he said earlier while we were talking meant to me.

I’m scared. I know I am because he could easily break me in ways I thought I was already broken but seems I wasn’t. There’s a part of me that wasn’t yet destroyed years ago. Now with Cy, if he chooses to he could finish what someone else started. No, Cy could do so much more than break me. He could decimate all that I am. I think I knew all along, and it’s why I’ve done everything I could to not only fight him but also keep my distance the best I could.

Now, in his arms, in the middle of the clubhouse’s kitchen, kissing him, I want nothing more than to feel what I’ve never felt before.

Safe and warm.

Secure.

All I can do right now is hold on to Cy with all I have.

Cy twists us, hands slide in my bottoms, and lifts me until I’ve no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist and circle my arms around his neck. He moves me to the center island and plants me on it. The whole time his mouth keeps kissing me. If anything, he deepens the kiss even more. I didn’t even think it was possible.

Somehow, he gets my bottoms without me noticing from underneath me and pulls them completely off.

In the back of my mind, caution screams, but I shove it away. I want this.

No, I need this.

Nearly as much as I need my next breath.

Everything seems to be a whirlwind of movement.

Cy’s mouth moves from my lips down my jaw. He pulls back long enough to pull my shirt over my head, exposing all of me to him. I didn’t have a bra on. I didn’t even have panties, mostly because he’d taken them with my bottoms already.His lips come back, and he kisses a path down the side of my neck to my chest. One arm stays around me, the other comes up, fingers toying with one of my nipples.

Oh my.

The tingling sensation the very touch of his fingers sends straight between my legs is marvelous. Nothing I’ve ever experienced.

A moan slips past my lips, and my head drops back. If not for Cy’s arm around me, I’d probably fall back on the counter. If his body wasn’t plastered to mine, keeping me from slipping off the edge of the counter, I’d probably have slipped off completely.

His mouth moves on me, and between my thighs, I feel him pressing into me.

Oh. Oh. Oh.

Inch by inch, he slides inside. Only when he’s fully seated inside me does he lift his mouth from my breasts. His eyes on me as he starts moving inside me, keeping a slow rhythm at first, allowing my body to adjust to him.

No words are needed between either of us. I could see that in his gaze. The way he looked at me with emotions I didn’t want to read into, but find myself feeling them all the same. The first time I’d seen this man, I knew I was in trouble. It’s why I fought so hard.

“Cy.” His name slips past my lips on a moan, uncertainty starting to build at the sensations burning inside me.

“I’ve got you, baby, let it happen, come for me. Fuck, you’re tighter than I ever imagined you being,” he growls, thrusting harder, going deeper. “Come for me, Alanna.”

At his command, my body seems to take a life of its own, and I do just that. It’s heavenly.

His fingers slide between us, and he spurs my release further, keeping me over the edge of the abyss into a world I knew nothing like it could exist. When he says my name gruffly, the feeling gets even better. I feel him inside me stilling, pulsing, and I know, without a doubt, my world will never be the same again.

“We shouldn’t have left the kitchen in such a mess,” I whisper, my head pressed against Cy’s chest, an arm around me, stroking my side.

“Prospects can clean up all the baking shit,” he mutters, fingers stroking along the side of my arm.

“But . . .”

Cy shifts, rolling me to my back, his body coming over mine. “Short Stuff, no way in fuck am I gonna have you cleaning a kitchen. Mind you, it’s the very one I took you for the first time, but still, I’m not fuckin’ you then making you clean shit up. No fuckin’ way. Especially when I want back inside you immediately after taking you already.And I wasn’t doin’ that in the fuckin’ kitchen again.”

“You know you say the ‘F’ word a lot,” I blurt out. It’s not that I meant to. I only wanted to think it, but the words slipped past my lips before I could pull them back.

“Yeah, and I ain’t gonna stop saying fuck or anything else. I curse. It’s who I am. Doesn’t mean I don’t check myself in front of kids. The way I see it, and it’s the way my old man raised me. ‘Just cause I say or do something doesn’t mean you can.’ That’s what he used to say to me, and it’s the way I see it now.”

I lick my bottom lip, nodding. What he says makes sense, but he still shouldn’t curse so much. Then again, I wouldn’t want to change a thing about him. Even if it means putting up with his cursing. As he said, it’s who he is.

“Now, you ready for round two?” Cy asks, his hips pressing forward, his cock slipping just inside me.

“We still need to talk about something.” My words come out more as a moan as he slips deeper. Inching his way in.

“What’s that?”

“You’re not using a condom,” I note. “And I’m not on anything for birth control.” I didn’t need to be. I wasn’t having sex. I was raising Charlotte and didn’t see the need for it.

“And?”

I blink up at him seeing one of his brows cocked. “And we have to use protection.”

“Alanna, no way after I felt your slick heat clenching around me earlier, just as now,” he slides fully inside me, “no way in fuck am I pulling out when it feels so damn good. Besides, I already told you, you’re mine, baby. Mine. Not lettin’ you go, so if you end up knocked up with my baby, then great fuckin’ news. Charlotte would be thrilled to have a baby brother or sister. She’d be a great big sister, and you’re already a fan-fucking-tastic mom.”

Wow, there’s a lot to what he just said, so much so, I don’t know what to do with it all. Not with him inside me. Or with him making me feel all warm and melty inside.More than that, I can’t think straight because with him like this, he makes me feel safer than I thought was imaginable.

Cy starts moving, and with his movements, he drops down to claim my mouth with his.

Closing my eyes, I decide to deal with everything tomorrow or maybe the next day. Right now, all I want to focus on is feeling him inside me. Feeling how he makes me feel, and that feeling is something I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to.