Page 101 of Loving Wild

“You could’ve been fucking hurt,” I lean into her and say, fighting really hard not to raise my voice or kiss her.

“Idon’tfucking care. Dani was hurt, he caught her on the chin. I wasn’t just gonna stand there after he . . .” She leans towards me and punctuates the wordhewith a finger stab at my chest.

“Swung.” Stab.

“A punch.” Stab.

“At your little sister.” Stab. Stab.

And I’m done. I grab her hand and drag her through my open front door, down the hallway, past Ava’s and the guest rooms, past the gym, and into the laundry.

“Gabe,” she yelps as she runs behind me trying to keep up, but I don’t stop or slow down.

Kicking the door shut behind me, I slide my hands under her pits, lift her onto the benchtop, lean down, unzip one of the boots she’s wearing, pull it off and toss it over my shoulder.

I don’t even bother with her other boot. Grabbing her hips, I slide her arse to the front of the bench, unbutton her jeans and pull them and her thong down her legs. She helps me wiggle her unbooted foot free, the other side gets left half-dressed, her jeans and thong hanging over her boot. The instant I straighten, she pulls me by my T-shirt towards her before pulling it over my head.

I fucking love it when she’s like this, no hang-ups, letting me know she wants me as badly as I want her. It feels good, so good it makes me desperate for her.

Sliding her arse to the very edge, I drop to my knees and bury my face and fingers in her pussy.

She’s wet and tastes fucking delicious. When I look up, she’s leaning back on her elbows, face tilted to the ceiling as she pushes her foot into my shoulder and grinds against my mouth.

I can’t wait another second. Standing, I unzip and pull down my jeans and jocks, and before I’ve even kissed her, I bury my cock inside her.

“Fuck,” we say in unison. She groans the word, I shout it. Her legs wrap around me, holding me in place as I slide one hand inside her blouse and find her nipple while I brush my thumb over her clit with the other.

“Fuck me,” I order her. “Show me how much you fucking want this, want me. Fucking show me.”

Her legs pull me in tighter as she pulls off her blouse and slides the straps of her bra down her arms. We both stare down at her tits for a moment before I crash my mouth against hers. Our teeth collide, but I don’t fucking care. I bite her lip, push my tongue into her mouth, and she comes right back at me, licking, tasting, biting. Her fingers claw at my scalp and my arse as she meets me thrust for thrust, her hips bucking into mine as hard as I’m hitting hers.

And then I feel it, her back arches as her pussy convulses. I want to watch, she looks so fucking perfect right now that I want to take in every beautiful inch of her, but my orgasm rushes through me so fiercely, I can’t keep my eyes open.

She makes a noise. I make a noise. They’re not roars, not groans, just raw. Want, need, pleasure, and satisfaction. Hers lets me know exactly what I need to hear, and I hope she gets the same from mine.

Leaning forward, I cover her body with mine and rest my forehead against hers. Her nipples brush against my chest, and my cock twitches inside her and I feel her muscles contract in response. My eyes trail a lazy path from where we’re still joined, all the way up until our eyes meet. She’s looking at me wide-eyed, jaw tensed.

“What?” I whisper. “You okay? Did I hurt you?”

She shakes her head.

“Am I allowed to smile now?”

I close my eyes and fight my own smile.

“Do you ever not come out fighting?” I ask her. She shrugs.

“Sometimes, that’s how I ended up needing to be rescued by you.”

I lock my eyes on hers and shake my head. Leaning in, I kiss her gently on the mouth.

“I think you’ll find, Little Bird,” I lean in and kiss her again before pulling away till we have eye contact, “that you rescued me.”

Instant tears. The second I say the words, she falls apart in front of me.

“I was scared, but I was so fucking angry,” she clings to me as she cries. I hold her against me, feeling her body shake as she heaves through her sobs.

“He was horrible, said horrible things, and just because I stuck up for myself, he came at me like that, grabbed me. That’s not okay, Gabe.”