Page 72 of No More Spies

He wrapped his arms around her and sank into the now.

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Kala felt his tongue slide against hers and wondered how thehell she’d ever lived without this. How had she gotten through life without hishands on her, without the comfort of knowing he was hers?

How would she ever go back to not having it?

She kissed him, moving her body so she straddled him and gothis cock against the juncture of her thighs. She didn’t make a move yet, simplywanted the feel of him. The warmth of him.

Every word he’d said slid into her soul, finding all thecracks in her walls. But instead of breaking her down, she somehow feltstronger. Like instead of splitting her walls, he’d simply found a way to theother side and then him being there strengthened her.

She’d meant what she’d told him. This wouldn’t be fixed in anight. It wouldn’t be decided by sex and talking. Time was what she needed.

She knew one thing. She was going to tell Lena that. Time.She needed time to decide if she would take the woman up on her offer becauseso many things Cooper said made sense.

Her mother wasn’t normal. Her father was so far from it hedefied the very word.

And yet they were happy. They loved their family, loved herso much they’d supported her when they didn’t agree with her decisions.

Was that all that was required? Love.

What if she was being a coward by not asking the realquestions—the ones she was afraid to ask. The ones that might mean she neededsome help, and help seemed like weakness.

But she would never say that to a friend. Ever. Why did shedeserve less?

Stop.She was going to spiral if she kept down thispath. “Cooper, I need something.”

“Anything,” he replied.

She knew exactly what could take her mind off all thequestions roiling around in her brain. There was something they hadn’t doneyet, and she wanted to know what it felt like. He’d spent an enormous amount oftime pleasuring her with his mouth and tongue, and she wanted the same. Shetossed the blanket aside and slid down his body, putting herself between hisknees. He’d changed into sweatpants after they’d gotten the tent set up. Justone. They hadn’t even brought two, and she hadn’t pretended when she’d laid outtheir sleeping bags. One on bottom and another as a blanket, zipping themtogether to form a double bed.

For as long as they were together, she would be with him.And she would think about everything he’d said, about whether she could putaside the scared little girl and be the woman he needed.

She stared at him as she allowed her fingers to find thewaistband of his sweats, dragging them down so his cock bounced free.

“Fuck,” he hissed between clenched teeth. “You’re going tomake me beg, aren’t you?”

She’d been thinking a lot about where they could go withthis. “I don’t know if I’ll ever want you to spank me, Coop.”

“I don’t need to.”

“But I do kind of like the violet wand.” She’d beenintroduced to it in her training classes at The Club. Every top was expected toexperience what their subs went through, and she’d found the violet wand ratherstimulating. What would it be like if she truly trusted the person on the otherside?

His lips kicked up in the most devilish grin. “Oh, I canhandle that, baby. And while I don’t think I ever want to lay over your knee,either, we can talk about other forms of play. You’ll find I’m quite open forthe right woman. For a very specific woman. Touch me.”

So bossy. But it didn’t feel wrong with him. She wrapped herhand around that gorgeous dick of his and gave him a firm squeeze, loving thegroan that went through her man.

Her man. For now.

Forever.

She would fuck up anyone who hurt him. Even if she had toleave, even if it couldn’t work, she would watch over him.

Which was exactly what the fucker meant when he’d said shecouldn’t shut it off. She would never get the quiet she thought she wanted. Herheart wasn’t something she could cut out and throw away. Her love for him wouldalways be there, the delicate part she protected because it made her who shewas.

Was she lying to herself? Trying to take some easy way outbecause heartache was too much for her fragile fucking soul to handle?

“Baby, ask the important questions later. Focus on the taskat hand. Please,” he said with a low growl.