Page 67 of Death, Interrupted

“Good girl. Come for me,” I encouraged. “Let yourself go, baby.”

It didn’t take long before her body shook all over, and I kept thrusting into her until my cock throbbedhard. When she came, she threw her head back and lifted her hips to meet my thrusts, and I leaned down to pull one nipple into my mouth, sucking hard.

“OH!”

“That’s it,” I growled, kissing her neck before looking at her face again. Her eyes and one more squeeze of her pussy was what did it for me.

I stopped moving, staying buried deep inside of her as my cum filled the condom. “Goddamn,” I murmured, breathing heavily.

A shudder rolled through her, and her flushed cheeks deepened in color. I smiled, not needing her to say anything to let me understand what she was feeling or thinking.

I leaned in, staying inside of her, and kissed her lips softly. “You’re mine,” I whispered, not wanting to make it sound like a threat. More of a promise that I would keep her protected. “Anything you need…I’ll give to you. Don’t even have to ask me.”

She smiled against my lips and lifted one hand to cup the side of my face. “Okay.”

I kissed her once more, slower this time. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

Her lips curved, a faint, tired smile. “I think I do.”

Chapter 23

Sumner

After everything Sly had ever done for me, I wanted to do something for him for once. I remembered an item on his bucket list about getting breakfast in bed someday, and it stuck with me until I decided to act on it this morning. He was still asleep, looking as peaceful as ever, so I slipped out of bed, and put on one of his shirts before I walked quietly to his kitchen.

I checked the fridge to see what I could work with, and decided to go for scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast. Basic, but that was all he had in the kitchen,and running out to grab something else would only take time. And I didn’t want to risk him waking up before I brought the food to his bed.

By the time everything came together, I felt oddly proud of myself. Even if I had made breakfast many times before, I never truly made it feeling this…happy.

I plated the food carefully and poured some coffee into his favorite mug—which, funnily enough, was in the shape of a helmet. Then I balanced everything on a tray and carried it down the hall, walking slow so I wouldn’t spill anything.

He was still asleep when I went in. His hair was a mess, one arm draped across his stomach, and the other over his face. The sheet was barely covering him, and I admired his chest and stomach for a moment before I set the tray on the nightstand. Leaning down, I gently brushed my fingertips along his forearm.

“Sly,” I whispered.

He stirred and frowned, moving his arm away from his face. Then he blinked his eyes open. “What’s that sweet smell?”

I smiled and brushed his hair away from his forehead. “That’s probably the honey. I made breakfast.”

He turned his head toward the tray, blinking again like he didn’t quite believe it. Then he looked at me and smiled. “You did?” he asked, reaching up to cup my face with his hand.

“Yeah. Come on, sit up.”

He moved to sit up, but he wasn’t interested in the breakfast first. He leaned back against the headboard and pulled me into his arms, placing kisses to the side of my head. “Thank you. You didn’t have to.”

“I know. But I wanted to.” I melted into him and let him hold me for a moment. “So you can cross that off your bucket list.” I looked up at him to see his reaction.

“Shit…you remembered that?”

I shrugged. “Yeah.”

“I’m going to keep you forever,” he murmured, kissing my cheek before loosening his arms around me. “Show me what you made.”

I smiled and turned to grab the tray off the bedside table, then placed it on our laps. “Scrambled eggs, toast, coffee, and bacon. And tea for me.”

“You’re a goddess,” he praised, admiring the food. “You helping me eat all this?”

I nodded, happy to share my food with him. That was something that had become our thing. We shared everything with each other, and while it was a simple gesture, it meant so much to me.