Page 79 of Massacre Monday

I join him on the soft mattress, sliding under the silky sheets and placing my hands underneath my cheeks as I stare at him from my pillow. He tucks his arms behind his head and glances at me with a smirk.

“What job?” I ask.

“The job of being your husband, your appointed. Most importantly, your partner-in-crime.”

Everything in me tilts at his words, at the sincerity in them. Maybe I’ve lost it, but I find what he didsweet, almost.

“What crimes are those, Mr. Cardell?”

He turns to his side so we face each other. His finger finds a button over our heads to turn off the light. Streetlamps bleed through the blinds in waves, lighting up his handsome face randomly. “Whatever we need to do. We make a great pair.”

Blinking, I consider my future with him. I guess it’s not so bad to be matched to Ryan Cardell. Despite how much he drives me crazy, I think he may be onto something, except one reservation I have…

“I don’t like to beowned. And I enjoy my independence. You know,alone.”

“We can be alone together.”

He states it as a fact. Like he’s figured this out about me and understands it better than I can. That whatever solution is in his brain is the way out.

I can’t form words because I think, deep down, I know. It’s not about me beinghisappointed or about becominghiswife.

Ryan Cardell is perfect forme.

He scoops me in his arms and flips me over so we spoon our bodies together.

“I hate what they have set for my future, Pen, but I can do it if you’re by my side. You’re what makes my life worth living now.”

Emotion coats my face until I slyly take my thumb and pick off a tear that falls onto my cheek. My throat closes up as I try to keep myself from crying. Maybe it’s just hormones, but I have a feeling this formidable force that holds me firmly in his arms is a genuine romantic.

“Besides, I had to keep an eye on things when your roommate disappeared. And I think I understand more about what could be happening. Still need to do some research, but once I figure it out, they’re dead. No one messes with my girl.”

So many questions bounce around in my head, but exhaustion threatens to overtake my mind. A mumbled question parts my lips. “Where are you taking me?”

“We’re going to our place.”

“I thought this was it.”

“Well, this is one of them. But we got more.”

I don’t even have time to argue or question it. Safe in the comfort of his arms, I fall deeply asleep.

twenty-eight

Does my girl wake early?No. She seems more of a deep sleeper. Perched on an elbow, I watch her serene face and the gentle rise of her chest with every delicate breath. A sheen of sweat coats her forehead. Maybe she’s too warm from how tightly I wrapped myself around her all night.

Every jostle of her body against me made my cock even firmer than the moment before until I awakened with painful morning wood. As if searching for its home, it throbs with need and oozes from the tip. Another brush of her skin will send it surging with cum. Carefully, I slip her panties off beneath the blanket and toss them aside.

Unable to wait, I shove the covers off her and situate my knees beneath hers. One of her arms flings over her eyes, as if shielding herself from the daylight, but she doesn’t move away. My hands grasp her thighs to tug her down onto me, pillaging her pussy with a swift shift of my hips.

The only response she makes is a panted moan and letting her free hand hold my forearm gently. While straining against the urge totakeher forcibly, my lower back shifts away fromher core, drawing myself out of her, nice and slow. Now I’m the one uttering a high-pitched whimper, but of longing, missing her wet, hot tunnel desperately until I rock inside her again.

She sighs. The sound is pleasant and fulfilling in a way that comforts my soul. My woman is alive, breathing, and happy.

Not-so-carefully, I raise the tank top she wears so her breasts are exposed. As we join again, fully sealed together, I lean over to capture one of her large, rosy nipples in my mouth. The sensation of sucking on it makes me ravenous for her. I can’t stop myself from what happens.

My cock buries to the hilt inside her as I rapidly thrust, my thighs burning from the work. With every slap of our skin, I pull on her tit harder, hoping one day her sweet milk will fill me while her belly is still swollen from bearing our child.

Her fingers slither through my hair until she tugs my face up to greet her gorgeous champagne eyes. Like breakfast bubbly. “Ryan…” The whimper escapes her plump lips as her hips writhe to meet every hitch of mine.