Page 90 of Defended By Love

I don’t know what it was that Grant felt when the laser did its thing, but I imagine it was close to this. Something about my own gravity shifts to him. Now that he’s inside me and my body feels how perfectly we fit together, I recognize that we belong to each other.

I’m his and he’s mine and nothing can ever come between us. We’re soulmates.

“I need you,” I whisper into his lips.

The shaking of the building subsides just as we go crazy. Our bodies become a fury, an unstoppable force questing to discover every inch of the other’s body. With every thrust, Grant hits deeper into me, pushes me further into oblivion than I’d ever thought possible.

“I’m not going to last long,” Grant hisses as he dives into me.

“Then come,” I beg. I can’t imagine anything feeling better than us joining together, but the thought of him coming inside me is making me clench my pussy in desperation.

“Fuck,” he breathes, gripping my ass with a biting ferocity. “I need to feel you come around my cock first.”

“Just c—” I start.

With a breath like a bull, Grant removes one of his hands off my ass and brings it around to my front. He splays his fingers flat against my pussy while his thumb finds my clit. Whatever protest I had dies as Grant’s thumb flicks and rubs at my sensitive clit.

“Tell me you love the way my cock feels inside you,” he rumbles.

“I fucking love it,” I yell.

And I do. He’s long and hard inside me, hitting that spot inside me that makes me whimper with pleasure on every thrust. We fit together like I never dreamed possible. From the way he growls into my ear, I know he feels it too.

“Scream my name, Hailey,” he orders.

Between the feel of the rain pricking at my skin, his mouth hot at the place where my ear meets my neck, his thumb on my clit, and his cock deep inside me, it’s just too much to take. Every teasing, every feeling, every risk, every touch, every single thing I’ve felt since meeting Grant builds up to an impossible height and then shatters as my orgasm hits.

I scream his name out into the night just as the building cries out in defeat. In the same breath, Grant comes inside of me, stretching my orgasm to an impossible length.

Everything is just too good. Too perfect.

Even as Grant flies us away, still wrapped up in the blanket of his cape, I can’t help but marvel at how lucky I am.

Once we’re at a safe distance, Grant stops and we hover, basking in our post-orgasm glow and catching our breath together. The rain continues to pound down on us, pricking my overheated skin like little ice daggers.

I guess the moment isn’t completely perfect.

Grant looks down at me, smiling as he sees the rain fall into my upturned face as I look at him.

“Sorry,” he says, a smile forever playing on his lips. “No condom and no umbrella in the spandex suit.”

I laugh because I really don’t care about the rain. I don’t care about anything except being with him.

“It’s funny. I actually almost always carry an umbrella with me because I think anyone who doesn’t have an umbrella with them in Vancouver is an idiot. I only don’t have it because—”

I stop.

I stop.

My heart stops.

We just fucked in the alley and there was no one around. No sign of anyone and certainly no sign of my umbrella.

As hot as I felt a moment ago, now I feel that cold. It takes root in my heart and flushes its ice through my veins until I can’t breathe.

My mind fights it, tries to remember it differently, but no matter how hard I claw at the memory, it never changes: I left the tape on the back door. The door into the building was unlocked this whole time. Open for anyone to enter.

“Grant,” I say slowly, my eyes roving over the scene of rubble before me. “If you were homeless, would you go into an unlocked building on a night like this?”

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