Page 61 of Wolf.e (The Soldiers of Bedlam #1)

“Do you know how fucking sexy you look like this?” I groan into Brinley’s ear an hour later.

It’s almost time to go meet Jake but I couldn’t resist when she got into the shower with me.

Now that she’s out, I can’t resist her again, so she’s pressed up against my bathroom counter, her wet hair dripping down her back, her perfect tits bouncing while I fuck into her from behind for the second time in less than thirty minutes.

“You’re every man’s fucking dream right now, and you’re mine, ” I whisper over her shoulder.

This pussy day in and day out, I’ll never tire of her.

I used to think I wanted to die on the back of my bike, now I know I want to die buried to the hilt inside Brinley Beaumont with my name on her lips. Just like this.

“Look at us,” I tell her, not taking my eyes off her.

“Look at the way your body begs for mine.” I reach around and play with her clit with one hand and a pink, pebbled nipple with the other, my finger and thumb rolling the bud between them.

“These fucking tits, always so ready for my touch, just like every other part of you.”

“Gabriel,” she cries, and my cock pulses inside her.

“You want me to fill you up? A greedy, desperate little slut for my cock?” I ask. Brinley’s eyes flutter open and she takes in the view of us in the still foggy mirror.

“Fuck yes,” she whimpers, and the sight of her, pulling her lip between her teeth, her eyes hooded and glassy, does me in. I bite down on her shoulders in a frenzy as her sweet pussy clamps down around my cock like a vice.

“Harder,” she cries out.

No, hummingbird, not quite yet.

Slowing my thrusts to an agonizing pace, I look down to where we connect then reach around and spread her lips wide, making slow intentional sweeps over her clit with the pad of my middle finger as her legs start to shake.

“Do you know why I love fucking you like this, little hummingbird?”

“Tease,” Brinley accuses as her eyes turn to blue fire in the mirror, watching me take her deep and slow.

“Answer the question, greedy girl.”

“Why?” she half moans as I increase the pace.

“Besides the obvious, that it’s a fucking beautiful sight” —thrust— “I love watching you struggle. I love to see you fight to take in every single inch of me.”

“ More ,” she says in a whisper as I increase my pace everywhere.

“There’s nowhere else I want to be. I want to live inside you” —thrust— “Come now, Brinley,” I tell her, grabbing her hand and replacing my fingers on her clit with her own.

She immediately takes over and it’s the prettiest sight I’ve ever seen.

I grip her curvy hips tight and fuck into her harder and harder while she plays with her pussy.

I take in every part of her in the mirror, my balls churning as her eyes flutter closed and her mouth pops open.

I reach around to her throat and pull her head level. Her eyes pop open.

“Keep them open, I want those eyes while you use me, use my cock, show me how well you can make yourself come.”

I watch over Brinley’s shoulder in the mirror as she works her fingers over her clit, her tits bounce. She speeds up, she slows down, her free hand grips the counter. She’s not self-conscious in any way and it’s beautiful to see her lose every inhibition she has right here before me.

“I’m coming,” she cries, and fuck, so am I. The vision of her falling apart is too much as my release consumes me, holding me hostage as I spill into her with some form of “ my perfect fucking cunt ” and her name.

Our chests rise and fall, and we come down as Brinley reaches a hand up behind her, to the back of my neck, leaning into me. I slide a hand possessively over her stomach and lean down to kiss her.

“Have you ever been in love?” she asks, catching my gaze in the mirror. I tip my head to hers and take in the stunning sight before me.

Us, together. Perfectly imperfect.

“No.” I answer simply.

Her blue eyes turn to mine in the mirror. I bend down to kiss her shoulder and try to explain.

“What is love?” I ask.

She doesn’t answer, she just keeps her eyes on mine so I continue.

“The day I met you was a rift in time. From that rift forward, there is only before I met you and all the days to follow. I just don’t think the word love means enough to describe that.”

Her lips turn up in a smile and she closes her eyes, satisfied with my answer. I kiss her neck. It’s the most honest thing I’ve ever told another living soul.

***

The ride to the St. Henry’s cabin is slow going with a thick fog ahead of a warm front. When we arrive, I’m ready to get this deal done and go home to the hot, naked body in my bed.

The cabin is used as one of our storage cabins for a reason. It’s quiet, secluded and off the radar. It’s also in the dead zone between Chatham and Liberty Counties that neither sheriff’s jurisdiction ever wants to touch.

“Where is he?” I ask Jake, getting off my bike. It’s 9:05 p.m., he’s already late. I pull my helmet off and set it on the back of my bike, looking up at the sky. The fog is thick still but beyond that the night is clear and stars litter the sky.

Here now. If this guy shows up on time, I’ll be back within the hour. Be naked.

Queen

I already am.

I smirk at her response, picturing all the ways I’m going to sink into her when I get home. I’ve never been more grateful to have such a secure property since she needed a safe place to be.

I flinch as the sound of a twig crunching under a boot startles me and it’s a lot closer than Jake was when I turned around.

“The fuck?” I find Jake two feet from me, raising his hand that grips some sort of pipe. It comes down in slow motion. I don’t even have time to pull my gun before it connects with my skull.

“Sorry, bro—it’s not personal, just business…” His voice echoes as everything goes dark.