Page 91 of Oathbreaker

Kisses me long and wet and deep.

Then, when he lets me breathe again, I whisper again, “Now, honey.”

A flare in those deep blue eyes. “You sure?”

I nod, repeat. “Now.”

And then he’s pushing inside, doing it slow and steady and unhurried. He’s big and it’s been a long time and he’s spent long minutes worshipping every inch of me.

Which means it doesn’t take long for me to be close again.

For his deep, sure thrusts to be sending me right up to the edge again.

“Colt,” I whisper.

Sweat is gleaming on his forehead, his eyes burn into mine, and his breathing is hitching in a way that tells me he’s right there with me. “Fuck, you feel good, baby.”

“Right back at you, handsome.”

He groans, settles his forehead against mine and keeps stroking into me.

“I love you,” I whisper.

His eyes close.

His strokes speed up.

His hand comes between my legs, thumb brushing my clit and?—

Then I’m there—bursting into a thousand pieces, trusting that the man inside my heart and body will catch them all, will keep them safe.

And when I emerge, safe and sound…

I do the same for him.

Twenty-Eight

Colt

Soft, steady breaths.

Choppy breathing.

Yup. Definitely two people in this room with me.

I open one eye and there she is, my favorite four-year-old. I immediately hear her voice in my head, correcting me—four and three quarters!—and I smile to myself.

“Good morning,” I say.

“What are you guys doing?” she asks, frowning.

Is this a trick question?

Before I can come up with an appropriate response Briar’s eyes pop open, and instead of the warmth, love, and passion from last night, I see and feel immediate tension.

Crap. What’s that about?

Are kids not supposed to see their parents in bed together? Maybe not when they’re not married? I don’t know but I need to find out and I can’t do that while I’m naked in the same room as my kid. So, I make a circle motion with my forefinger.