Page 24 of Shadow’s Protection (Hurricane Heat MC #1)

Shadow

Violet looks half asleep, but her eyes fly open when I pull back the sheets. She’s got one hand down the front of her pants.

“Dreaming about something?” I tease.

She yanks her hand away, but I shake my head and lift her fingers to my lips. I lick the salty sweetness from her fingertips and groan. “My baby is insatiable,” I say, sucking her fingers deep into my mouth.

She whimpers and squirms against the bedding.

“Take off your pants.” I watch as she lifts her hips and wiggles out of her bottoms. “Now everything else. Do it slow.”

My eyes sear into her as she parts her lips, and her breathing quickens. She unfastens her bra and works her arms through the straps, then tosses the offending garment across the room. It hits a lampshade by the couch and almost knocks the thing over.

“Oh God, sorry.” She tries to scramble off the bed to get it, but I shake my head.

“Leave it.”

She obeys and focuses back on me, sliding the loose T-shirt over her head. I’ll never get sick of this woman’s body. Her hips are round and full, her belly soft and inviting.

“Lie down.” I don’t know how much more time I have with her, and I’m going to make every single second count.

She settles back against the pillows, and I lower my face to her stomach. I kiss the softness there and slide my hands under her hips to knead her ass cheeks. She rewards my touch with a groan, and my cock bobs between my legs, ready for the promises I know Violet’s body will fulfill.

“Turn over,” I tell her.

She does so without a word, and I lie over her, careful to support my own weight so I don’t crush her. My cock slips against her ass crack, and I lean forward to whisper in her ear. “Tell me what you were dreaming.”

“I was thinking about the garage, the car,” she says.

I knew she liked it from behind. I lift off her and spread her legs wide, then settle my face as close to her pussy as I can get. “Pillow,” I demand, and she hands one back to me, but I refuse it. “Under your belly.”

She props the pillow under her stomach so she can lie against it, and her hips and ass are slightly elevated. Perfect. I use that angle to my advantage, spreading her legs wide and kissing long, hot paths from her inner thighs up to her pussy.

She’s wet and so, so hot for me. I can smell her arousal, a heady mix of sweetness and spice, and my mouth waters in anticipation.

With a feast like Violet in my bed, I could eat her forever and never notice going hungry.

She’s delicious and soft, and before I know it, my tongue has worked its way to her wet, wet seam.

Her legs are spread wide to give me access, and I lick her from clit to ass and back again.

She tastes so sweet, so clean, I tongue her opening and slurp tiny pulsing sucks against her clit.

She wails out, a cry that’s part “more” and part “perfect.” I don’t care if she thinks this is perfect. I have so, so much more to give.

“Flip over.”

She obeys slowly, taking her time to wiggle her hips and roll onto her back.

Once she’s got her ass on the pillow and her hips are slightly angled up, I spread her knees wide and stroke her seam with my fingertips.

I go nice and slow, trailing her wetness up and down along her opening, teasing her lips by slipping just the tiniest bit of my finger between her wet folds.

She shudders and groans, moving with an aching need to get closer, but I’m in control of her pleasure now. I withdraw my fingers and taste her again, sucking every last drop off my fingers and then wetting mine so they slide up and across her clit with ease.

She’s losing herself in the pleasure. I can see it in the flush across her heaving tits, the way she grabs her own nipples and squeezes the tight copper tips between her fingers.

“Good girl.” I coax her to touch herself harder, more.

She pants, squeezing her tits and rolling her hips to get closer to the pressure of my fingers.

I can’t imagine ever getting sick of this.

Ever tiring of fucking this woman’s body.

Of hearing her sounds and sharing her pleasure.

Something I’ve never felt before washes over me and leaves me weak, feeling suddenly drained.

I want to fuck her, hard but soft, and hold her. Everything at once.

She must notice something change in the way I’m fingering her because she lifts her head. “Shadow?”

“Sorry.” I snap away the daydreams and shove all emotion aside. There will be plenty of time for feelings, whatever this is, at some other point. Later. Right now, she’s here in my bed. She wants this, and I need her. God, how I need her.

“Shadow,” she says, her voice sounding fragile, vulnerable. “I want to feel you. Really feel you. Just once.”

I freeze, thinking about what she’s suggesting. “I’ve been tested recently, sweetheart. You wanna go bare, you say the word.”

“Maybe not fully bare,” she says shyly. “Do you think you could pull out? It should be safe. I’ve been tested too. I got tested after Clive, and there’s been no one since.”

I think about what she’s offering. Weigh the risks. “You think you’re good?” I ask. “You sure?”

She sits up and looks me in the eye. I move the pillow out of the way so we can face each other. “I’m supposed to get my period any day now,” she says. “I am pretty sure, no matter what, I can’t get pregnant right now. Just pull out,” she says. “But if you want to, would you…you know…come on me?”

I let out a feral growl and bring her close for a kiss. “Fuck yes. I’ll come wherever you want, sweetheart.”

She lies back and spreads her legs, and I dive between her knees.

I lock eyes with her as I notch the head of my cock against her opening, the immediate sensation so wet and so fucking delicious, I have to remind myself I cannot come.

I will not come. My woman wants to feel me bare, and I’m gonna make sure she doesn’t forget the experience.

I slide inside her and hold onto her knees for support.

I’m kneeling on the bed, watching as my cock slides in and out of her pussy.

I have to close my eyes because the way her pussy lips move around my cock, drawing me into her sweet heat, makes me want to blow my load.

I squeeze her legs and work my hips until I feel her reach between us and gently stroke her clit.

“Touch yourself,” I demand. “I wanna feel you come all over me, sweetheart.”

Violet whimpers, her throaty gasps letting me know she’s getting close.

My God, I thought she was wet before. Without a condom to separate us, she’s fucking drenched, every thrust slick and perfect.

I feel her walls contract around me, tightening, and I know I have to be careful.

She comes in waves, small, steady shudders with tiny, composed moans until she’s screaming, grabbing her knees to hold on, her full breasts trembling with every rocking movement.

I pull out as soon as she’s done and fist my cock, jerking to the familiar pace I need until I, too, sail over the edge. I spurt ribbons of hot come across her belly, her tits, and on the bed until I’m spent and empty.

I drop onto the sheet beside her, and she rolls over to the side. She uses a hand to wipe my cock clean, then gets up and trots into the bathroom to clean herself off. She comes back and cuddles behind me, spooning my bare body with hers.

I sigh, a loud, long groan of thanks. “You’re fucking unreal,” I tell her. “Absolutely perfect.”

A million other thoughts race through my head, but I shove them away. I can’t have real feelings for this woman. Not her, not now. Maybe never. This has to be enough. But God, is it good.

I let exhaustion claim me, and before I know it, we’re both sound asleep.

As soon as I open my eyes, my stomach rumbles, and I think back to the last time I ate—yesterday.

“Come on.” I kiss her lips and roll out of bed. “Let’s get something to eat.”

We dress slowly, stopping to kiss and touch each other. I’m going to have to shove our asses out of the room, because if I don’t get some food in me, I’m gonna be useless.

We head back to the main room, holding hands, grinning at each other like there’s nobody else in the compound.

I can feel every eye on us as we walk past people on the couches making out or arguing over some shit on their phones.

Phantom lowers a brow to me. Savage, as usual, is making the rounds, but his eyes follow us.

“My kitchen assistant.” Stella rushes over to Violet and grabs her hand. She gives me a playful pout. “Stop hogging the nerd, Shadow. Share the love a little, will ya?”

She drags Violet off to the kitchen to cook, and I walk up to the bar to polish off what looks like the last of a plate of nachos that aren’t half bad.

Savage joins me at the bar as soon as the girls are gone.

“Got through to our guy,” he says in a low voice.

He means the sheriff. The one we pay big cash deposits to every single month.

He splits the money with two of his buddies.

I know who our “friends” are, but it helps to have fewer hands in the stew, if you know what I mean.

We have friends in both high and low places.

And with a shithead like Clive out there gunning for Violet and probably me, the best way I can think of to shut his ass down is to call in our “friends.”

I nod. “Good.”

“Looks like the roads should be clear in a day or two. Three, tops. You thinking you’re gonna need backup when you head back to Shady Lane?”

I shake my head. “As long as Malcolm’s good for it, I say we give him a hurricane discount. Half the regular interest for the late payment.”

Savage lifts a brow. “You don’t normally show your generous side,” he says. If he’s thinking about saying anything else, he doesn’t.

I wander into the kitchen. I have no real plan. I just know Violet’s in there, so I follow my gut.