Page 23 of Splintered Security (Aspen & Evergreen #2)

delicious torture

Anni

The silence after his comment is loaded and weighty. A squeeze around my middle brings me back into the room. It could’ve been me. It still could be me. Heath will stop at nothing. Over a year and Rose wasn’t safe.

“Any idea what the club had on him?”

Huh? “No.” My head rubs against his solid chest as I shake my head. “I’m not the princess of the club. I’m just someone caught in the same snare.”

“Not any more. I’ll make sure of it. Change of subject… Tell me what happened with Ma before I got here.”

I suck in a breath and hold it. “There’s not enough wine for that.”

“You don’t need wine, Anni.”

I do. I so do. And to escape. I’d just escaped my Diana funk when Ren walked in with more wine and twenty questions.

“Can we talk about something else? ”

“Sure.”

That was too easy.

“Wanna tell me why you were naked in bed when I got in last night?”

I walked right into that trap.

“I saw your mom pull into the driveway and didn’t even wait for her to knock?—”

“Let’s leave Ma out of it.” His voice is low and sultry in my ear before he nips my lobe. The hand around my middle moves, drawing patterns on my skin at my side. “Tell me what happened to your clothes last night.”

I can’t think with him touching me. Held in Ren’s arms, surrounded by lavender and lemongrass bubbles in warm water with wine in my belly, is too perfect.

He slides a leg between mine, his ankle inside my own, pulling it to the edge of the tub. “Your clothes, Sunshine. What happened to them?”

My breathing starts to come in pants as he does the same with my other leg, pinning my legs open with his own. “I took them off.” I wish I didn’t sound so breathy.

He slides us down just enough that my legs bend and I’m more reclining than sitting, my ass dangerously close to his thickening cock.

“Did you want me to touch you?”

His hand not holding me to him finds my thigh. His warm fingers draw a pattern on my skin that I can’t make out, but I don’t think I need to know its design. They’re tormenting me, weaving their way to my center. The thumb of his other hand grazes the underside of my breast.

I let out a moan but choke it back as best I can. A stubbled jaw returns to my ear. “Don’t hold back. Never hold back. Let me hear you.”

“Yes,” I whisper. “I wanted you to touch me.”

“Right here?” A finger makes lazy circles around my nipple.

I fight back a moan and nod.

“Here?” A finger trails over my mound.

I lift instinctively to find more. “Yes.” My voice is still quiet, strained.

“Anywhere else?”

I raise my core to him. “Yes.”

A finger brushes across my clit and is gone again before it can give me any relief. My attempt to pull my thighs together fails.

“Anni.” Ren’s voice is a growl in my ear.

“What?”

“Why were you naked in our bed last night?” He licks the shell of my ear as his hand between my legs cups me possessively.

“Because I wanted you to fuck me.”

He stills. Everything stops, even his breathing.

…And shame washes over me in cold, cold waves that no hot bath water can thaw .

His hand at my core goes tight, and his hot cock brands my lower back.

“You wanted me to fuck you or you want me to fuck you, baby?”

A finger snakes out to find my clit, rubbing firm, tight circles. His knees bend deeper, forcing me wider and out of the water. I can’t find release and I desperately need it.

I’m chasing my pleasure, not caring at all that I’m thrashing on top of his body, my pussy wide open and visible out of the water, my pants and moans echoing off the walls. He pinches a nipple at the same time he growls into my ear, “Tell me.”

“Yes. I wanted you to fuck me. Yes, I still want you to fuck me. Please let me come.”

“Oh, baby. I’m going to let you come. I’m going to make you come. So many times you’ll be begging me to stop. I’m going to fuck you, make love to you, take you, claim you in every way a man can. And then I’m going to do it again.”

His words and the pressure at my clit send me careening over the edge, only suspended by his body and his promises as wave after wave crash down on me.

Before I can find my legs, Ren is up, with me limp and sated in his arms. He leaves a puddle on the bathroom floor and wet footsteps all the way to the bed, where he sets me down and shucks his boxers.

“You on the pill, Anni? Want me to wear a condom?”

“Yes.”

“To both? ”

“What? No. Yes, I’m on the pill. No, I don’t want anything between us.” I could be mistaken, but I swear I see relief on his face. “Is that okay?”

“Did you just ask me if that’s okay? This is our bed, our house, but your decision. You get a say. I’ll never take that away from you.”

Yet another reason I could fall deeper and deeper in love with this man.

“Thank you, Ren.” I slide up the bed and pull my knees to my chest. The chill of the room permeates my skin, though my own vulnerability is a huge factor.

“Don’t conceal yourself from me. I haven’t even had you yet, and you’re already trying to hide. Are you sure this is what you want?”

How can he question that? I laid it all out there. I’ve asked. I’m naked in his bed for Christ’s sake.

“Please don’t make me beg.”

He puts a knee to the bed, stalking toward me like a jungle cat. His erection points straight at me like I’m the prey he’s targeting.

“Oh, baby, I’m going to make you beg, but I promise you’ll like it.” His smirk is mischievous. I haven’t seen that look since we were kids, but it was never laced with this kind of lust.

His face goes serious as he climbs over me, caging my body with his.

“You’re in control, Annika. You want me to stop, tell me.

You want more, tell me. You want different, tell me.

But I’m counting on you to say something.

This isn’t confrontation. I won’t be unhappy.

In fact, I want nothing more.” He pauses as he runs a hand up the outside of my thigh.

“Promise me you’ll do that for me. For us. ”

“Okay, Ren.”

Ren

Okay, Ren.

Two words given freely, but not easily. She hasn’t said it much, but when she has, those two words rock me to my core.

Holding her eyes, ever so slowly, I bend to take her mouth.

Her hum isn’t dissimilar to the moan she makes when I cook for her. It’s erotic and hungry and full of need.

I take my time. This is inevitable. She is mine. If the world disintegrates around us, so be it. But I won’t rush this. I want to savor her in this moment.

I release her mouth and trail kisses to her ear as my hand goes between her legs. “You are perfect. Everything about you is perfect. Can you understand what you do to me?”

“Ren.” My name on her lips is a prayer and a plea.

My fingers find her center, and I slide two inside as the pad of my thumb presses into her clit. Her eyes, which had closed during our kiss, fly open. The fire in them, the heat and desire so visible there, are worth the hell we’ve been through to get here.

“Beautiful, baby. I can’t wait to watch you come around my cock.”

She swallows hard as she writhes on my hand. I lean to kiss her in the center of her throat, dragging my teeth across the same spot before kissing my way between her breasts, over her ribs and to her belly button.

“I can’t wait another moment to taste you, Sunshine.”

So I do. I lick her and lap at her pussy while my hands roam her ass and her entrance. I tease her clit with nips and flicks before sucking deeply, watching her body thrash from the most perfect vantage point.

Her moan is more of a scream as she comes for the second time tonight. But I continue. I need her ready, and I want her happy and sated. And another orgasm is the least I can do.

My fingers play in her pussy, twisting and circling, reaching for that spot deep inside that will make her detonate. She squeezes her legs at my ears. And I laugh.

She freezes in place, the only thing moving on her is her chest that rises and falls as she fights for air. I push her knees high and wide and offer, “I love the taste of your pussy. You boxing my ears won’t hinder me. If you want me to stop, tell me.”

“Need you, Ren.”

That’s music to my fucking ears.

I look over her mound to her face, twisted in pleasure. “You have me, Anni.” And I return to her clit, pull her under once again, feeling her flit against my tongue and pulse around my fingers.

Her body goes limp. Only then do I climb over her, positioning at her entrance. “Look at me.”

Her eyes lift, lazy and sexy and sated, to hold my own.

“You’re mine.” I push in with one smooth thrust, all the way to the root.

I’m home.

She’s mine.

My wife.

If the sheer pleasure around my cock weren’t the most delicious torture I’d ever known, her head thrown back in ecstasy, exposing the column of her neck as she moans, would be. It’s every wet dream, every fantasy. The beauty below me, taking all of me, wanting all of me.

I commit this moment to memory. Utter perfection laid out beneath me, surrounding me, filling my vision, my nostrils, and my ears. It’s a symphony of the best sounds I could ever imagine.

“Move, Ren.” Her hand cups my jaw as her thumb brushes over my bottom lip. “Please.”

“For you, Annika Gallo, I’ll do anything.” I kiss her palm and move, thrusting hard and deep.

Her pussy squeezes me like a vise. A slick, hot vise that is temptation and fulfillment at the same time.

It’s hard, but not rough. Her pussy is so primed and her body so sated that she’s open and soft .

“Ren, I—” She doesn’t finish the sentence, but holds my eyes, meeting me thrust for thrust. I throw her legs around my back and slide a hand under her waist only to watch her eyes close in pleasure.

“Yes, Wife?”

When I thumb her clit, she wordlessly seizes around me. Her neck arches and her tits bounce as I piston in and out of her. The eroticism of it. My Anni, my wife, taking my cock deep inside her, choking me—it’s all too much and fire races down my spine. I come hard knowing she’s mine.

There will never be another woman after her.