Page 23 of Wild Card (Men of Action #4)

“The boys are adorable.”

“Yeah.”

“You’re good with them.”

“Levi and Koby are the only babies I’ve been around. It’s been a learning experience.”

Her eyes glimmer in the dimness of the porch lights. “Thank you for today.”

“Didn’t really have a choice.”

“You did. The girls told me they had a deal with their husbands. If you asked them to leave, they’d comply.”

“Seeing as I asked those asses to stay away for one day, not sure I believe that.”

I lead her back into the house, locking us in, and notice Wolf passed out on the couch. Today, he had a yard much larger than he’s used to and roamed every inch of it in doggy heaven.

“You tired?”

She moves to stand in front of me, shaking her head. “Not really.”

My gaze travels down her body. She didn’t change out of her bathing suit, but when the weather cooled, she disappeared into my room and came out wearing one of my sweatshirts that swallows her frame.

A sense of possession rears inside and I tug her to me. “Like you in my clothes.”

“It’s warm and comfy, just like you.”

“I’m warm and comfortable?”

“Yes, in my mid-sleep, dazed state in the hospital, I thought I was curled up snuggly in bed. But it was you.”

“Not sure I’ve ever been referred to as snuggly.”

Her eyebrows shoot up, hurt and regret flickering in her expression. The carefree happiness is dying fast.

In a flash, she’s in my arms and I’m on the move. When we get to my room, I put a knee on the bed, twist, and lay with her on top of me. “Show me.”

“Show you what?” Her question is guarded and I fucking hate it.

“Never had this before, baby. This bed has never even had a woman sleep in it unless you count the times my parents stayed and I moved to the couch. Don’t know what makes me snuggly. But if you show me, swear to God, you’ll have it every night we’re together.”

The hurt from earlier disappears and she presses up to kiss me lightly. “I don’t know how you do that, but I really, really like it.”

She settles on her side, placing my arms around her waist. Her back arches, putting her ass directly on my cock.

My dick strains against my swim shorts as she shifts repeatedly, getting comfortable. “Babe, quit moving.”

“Why?”

I press my hips into her. “Because you’re fucking torturing me.”

She does one more shift, this time to her back where she’s peering up at me.

Her green eyes are luminous and cheeks are flushed.

“I don’t want to torture you. I want to go back to this morning where you were kissing me.

Before my emotions and fears took over. I want you to tell me it’s natural because it’s meant to be again. ”

My heart races knowing where she’s going with this. “We don’t have to rush. We have time.”

She trails her nails along the scruff on my jawline and throat. “My experience is limited and track record with men sucks.”

My chest tightens at the mention of other men. Possessiveness surges.

“Will—”

“Let me finish. You have peach-infused vodka.”

“Yeah.”

“You don’t strike me as a man who drinks specialty flavored alcohol.”

“I don’t.”

“When Ace mentioned steaks for dinner, you disappeared. Where did you go?”

“I called Chase to make sure it was safe.”

“I felt you watching me today.”

“My friends can be a lot; I didn’t want you to feel overwhelmed.”

Her finger skims across my lips from corner to corner. “I’ve never felt so…” She seems to struggle with finding the words. “With you, it feels… right.”

Her expression makes me want to surround her in a protective bubble where no one can ever take that from her.

“Outside of my melodramatic outburst this morning, everything about being with you is effortless.”

“Princess, I hate what you went through. No lie, this makes me an asshole, but I’m glad that dickhead fucked up. It gives me the opportunity to show you how precious you truly are.”

“I believe that when I’m with you.”

“You always will.”

“What happens when you get sick of my hang-ups?”

“Impossible.”

“How can you be sure? This is happening fast.”

“Waiting almost thirty-two years doesn’t feel fast to me.”

Her breath hitches, and her hand goes to the hem of my shirt. “Can I take this off?“

I reach back and tear the shirt over my head, tossing it.

Like this morning, she bends, tracing each scar with her lips. With each gentle swipe, a burning need builds inside. Her body presses me to my back, climbing to straddle my hips. She whips off my sweatshirt, sitting astride me like a fucking goddess.

She grins shyly when my cock pulses against her. She leans down, this time licking a trail over my ink, kissing the date sequences on my pec.

“I love all your tattoos, but knowing what these mean,they are my favorite.”

Her nipples poke through the fabric of her top, rubbing along my chest and pushing me to my limit.

“How much do you like this suit?”

She doesn’t answer, grinding down on my dick, and I hiss at the sting as it catches the wrong way.

Her body tenses as she sits up. “Did I hurt you?”

Fuck it, she’ll understand eventually.

I knife up, ripping the material between her breasts until the elastic snaps with a pop.

Immediately, my mouth goes to her nipple, sucking it hard until she moans.

Her hands grip my head as I nip, lick, and suck her tits, knowing she’ll have my marks for days. I twist, laying her back and working my way down her stomach, kissing along her hip bones.

I peel the rest of the suit down her legs and kneel before her.

Thunder pulses through my veins as my mouth waters. I lower, slowly circling my tongue over her clit before slipping it inside.

She bows off the bed, her knees locking around my head.

I hold her hips down, speeding my movements, licking until she’s writhing against my face.

“Oh my God, I-I-I, please….”

Her plea spurs me on until she’s trembling.

“I can’t… this is… I’ve never…”

Her revelation is a challenge. My sweet Willow has never had a man eat her pussy until she’s come apart.

Fuck if my dick isn’t ready to erupt.

She’s soaking, responding to my assault as I work her higher. I slow, leisurely rolling my tongue and reading her body. Small gasps, light whimpers, the clenching and trembling of her thighs.

My tongue delves back in, sweeping along her silky flesh, swirling and savoring every second. Her soft words are incoherent but I make out the desperate pleas.

She thrashes against my hold on her hips, rocking into my mouth and matching my rhythm.

My cock pulses, creating friction against my shorts. A knot coils in my spine, sending a warning.

Shit if I’m not about to come like a fucking teenager.

The tip of my tongue flicks across her clit twice, and she screams, arching as her orgasm takes over.

My name pours from her lips until her body goes slack.

I kiss gently back up her quaking body until I’m hovering over her.

Before she can open her eyes, I capture her mouth, lazily stroking my tongue with hers.

“I could do that all night, Princess.”

Her eyes shutter open and I fight the savage need boiling in my blood.

“That’s never happened before. I mean, it’s not something that?—”

“Shut it, Willow.”

A spark of irritation crosses her gaze.

“Get used to it. Wake you up to ride my face every goddamned morning to have your taste on my tongue. Fucking addicted.”

The irritation morphs into a fiery desire that has my heart racing. Her hand slides into my shorts and she grips my cock, her breath hitching.

“Talon?”

“Yeah, babe?”

“Um… what is that?”

I roll, shucking my shorts, and prop on my side. “See for yourself.”

Her gaze drops and she gasps. “Are those barbells… as in plural?”

Christ, she’s cute. “Yeah.”

“You have your penis?—”

If she wasn’t so gorgeous, my cock would shrivel at her terminology. “It’s a dick, babe.”

“Your dick has an earring in it.”

“Damaging my masculinity here.”

Her eyes snap to mine. “Didn’t that hurt?”

“Not as much as the pain I’m in now.”

“Can I touch it?”

God, she’s killing me. “You touch me and I’m not sure I can handle it.”

A cunning grin crosses her lips and she reaches out, rubbing her fingers across the tip.

Reflexively, I lurch at her touch, groaning when she scales her nails along the length.

“Fuck,” I hiss at the sensation from just her touch.

“It’s so… so…” She licks her lips and I’m done for, shifting back between her legs.

My gaze travels over every flawless inch of her. “Last chance, Princess, tell me you’re ready.”

“I’m more than ready.”

I close my eyes, willing myself not to slam into her and claim her like an animal.

When I open them, my heart seizes at the image. Willow’s dark hair fanned out on my pillows, her chest and stomach covered with my marks, her vibrant green eyes piercing into me.

Slowly, I slide inside, feeling her walls clamp around me.

“Relax, baby.”

Her legs wrap around my waist, urging me further.

My body hums with a need so intense it threatens to bring me to the edge without even moving.

Then I realize why.

Her silky skin is pulsing, welcoming me.

Nothing in my life compares to the feel of this.

Just us, nothing else.

A moment seared in my brain forever.

I’m a selfish bastard, but I can’t make this decision for her.

“Baby, I lost my fucking mind when you touched me. Do I need a condom?”

“I’m on the pill.”

“I know, I unpacked them.”

“I haven’t been with anyone in over a year, and he always wore…”

“Not worried about that motherfucker right now. I’m asking if you want me to wear protection. I’m clean, but it’s up to you.”

She hesitates for a split second before shaking her head.

Her expression is everything.

Desire, lust, and heat mixed with something stronger.Trust.

I hold her eyes, thrusting deep.

She inhales sharply, her muscles contracting.

“Swear to God, I’m barely holding on, Princess.”

A flash of satisfaction crosses her gaze as she surges up and cries out.

My brain short circuits when I fill her completely. “I want you to feel me with every step tomorrow.”

“It’s too much.” She squirms, her nails digging into my biceps.

I slow, glancing to where we’re connected and giving her a minute to adjust to my movements. Her death grip loosens, her hands moving to my chest.

She crunches up, skimming her lips across mine.

Her arms circle me, holding on when my speed increases to find the perfect pace. With each stroke, my control veers on unhinged.

Her breathing turns to pants and she tightens her muscles, pulling me in so deep my vision clouds.

This woman is going to kill me. “Fuck, baby, you can’t do that.”

“I’m so close.”

“Let go, I’ve got you.”

Her body rocks, her head rolling back as she purrs out my name, wetness coating my dick.

Jesus, I’m recording that sound.

My control breaks and I drive into her over and over, the knot of primal need uncoiling low inside.

“Talon, please.” Her cries turn to moans, her body close again.

I pound into her twice more and she screams, bringing me with her.

My dick erupts, emptying inside her until she’s limp in my arms.

Our hearts beat in sync, her warm breath coating my skin.

I was wrong earlier. Sliding inside her perfect pussy is seared in my brain. But there is no comparison to this moment.

Then my senses kick in. “Shit baby, you okay?”

“Okay isn’t the right word,” she murmurs.

“Two days ago, you were in the hospital, and I fucked you like a madman.”

She lifts her head and the expression on her face takes my breath away.

“Do not ruin the best sex of my life with the overprotective alpha act.”

“Overprotective alpha act?”

“Yes, this macho, neanderthal gig you have going on.”

I grin, smart enough not to tell her it’s not a gig and she’ll get used to it. “Best sex of your life?”

“By far.”

My grin grows in triumph.

“Don’t get cocky.” She wiggles to get free, but I hold tighter.

“Princess, I slid into your perfect pussy, for the first time in my life bare, and felt everything you gave me. Not to mention, having the taste of you on my tongue. Let me have this.”

She blows out a breath, her eyes glimmering. “Okay, you can be cocky.”

My dick twitches and she jerks. “You can’t be ready again.”

“My sexy as fuck girlfriend is in my arms naked, can’t blame me.”

She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth and swivels her hips. “I could say the same thing.”

“You saying you’re ready for more?”

She nods shyly and my blood rushes straight to my dick as I lower my mouth to hers.

“We’re just getting started.”