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The need to come is nearly too much to bear, but I’m not to be outdone. Taking him to my throat, I swallow and hum, at the same time cupping his balls, toying with them.

Unfortunately for me, no matter how much Bruiser groans and enjoys what I do to him, he’s better at it. Way better, but in the next moment, he has me coming and crying out around his shaft. He pulls the dildo from my pussy and replaces it with his mouth lapping up my juices. What I didn’t expect was for him to press the dildo to my rear. I freeze for all of a second before he distracts me, making me lose my mind.

With each thrust into my rear, he drives his tongue into my entrance. I love every bit of it, even if I’m unsure if I should. He does this until I’m filled entirely and presses the button on the end of the dildo, turning the vibrations on. There’s no stopping the scream that leaves me. I jerk and buck against the thing, uncertain what he’s doing to me.

Even more so when Bruiser flips us, comes up between my thighs, and thrusts halfway inside me. “Fuckin’ hell, Gwyneth, love this pussy. Just the taste of it is enough to make me an addict. It’s more so when I’m fuckin’ you,” he groans, pulls out, and thrusts home. The dildo in my ass makes it that much tighter around him and causes so much sensation, I don’t know if I can handle it all. “Swear that fake dick in your ass was a beautiful sight, but feeling how tight you are around me feels even better.”

“Oh God, Bruiser. Please fuck me. I need you to fuck me. No more playing.” I sink my nails into his shoulders and hold on tight.

“Don’t worry, Princess, I’ve got you.”

And got me, he does. Jerking my legs up, he does exactly what I need him to. Fucks me hard. Fucks me with long strokes that have tingles racing along my spine. My orgasm just over the horizon rushes me with such intensity that it leaves me breathless when it hits me.

“Damn right, baby, come all over my dick.” He growls, picks up the pace, hurtling me into another release. It feels amazing, and I love it. Every bit of it. Especially when he snarls my name, his release spilling from him, destroying me yet solidifying just how much he means to me. It takes a lot of trust for me to allow him to do what he did, and truth be told, I want him to do it over and over again.

“You gonna let me up anytime soon?” Bruiser asks a while later after not only taking the dildo from my ass but cleaning it and me. He then rejoined me in the bed, where I all but curled up on top of him.

“Nope,” I remark, snuggling against his chest. “I’m good right here.”

“I could be good too, Princess, but sometime or another, I’ve got to get up and check on things,” he says, bursting my pretty little bubble I didn’t realize I’d allowed myself to put around us. I was able to pretend for just a bit that nothing was wrong. “Besides, if I’m gonna fuck you like that again, I’m gonna need some substance in me. Sandwiches from last night have definitely been worn off.”

My stomach takes the moment to make itself known quite loudly at that.

“Seems I need to make sure you’re fed too.” Bruiser chuckles and swats at my tender bottom. “Come on, Princess, I’ll make you something to eat. You can sit out on the back deck and enjoy the view for a while.”

“If I must.” I sigh, not wanting to move, but both of us need to eat. And a cup of coffee wouldn’t be turned down.

Bruiser’s chuckle switches to a laugh as he rolls us out of the bed. “Get dressed, baby.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I grumble, roll my eyes, and walk around the bed to where my bag is. I dig through and pull out a pair of panties, a bra, a pair of leggings, and a tank top with the Primal Fitness logo on it. I quickly dress and grab my brush, flip my hair upside down, and run it through my hair, getting the tangles out.

Hands at either side of my hips is the only way I know Bruiser has moved. “Damn fine sight,” he utters and presses into my rear.

“We didn’t have to get up, you know,” I say, finishing with my hair. I straighten, making sure my hair doesn’t hit him in the face.

“Yeah, but then we’d perish away without the food I intend to feed you.” He chuckles, presses a kiss to the side of my neck, and steps back. “You done getting dressed?”

“I was just going to throw my hair up, but other than that, yeah.”

“Don’t worry about your hair. Leave it down,” he states, reaching out to brush his fingers through my hair. “I like it down.”

I don’t mind having it down either, so I don’t mind him telling me to leave it like this.

“If you’re gonna feed me, then you better get on it,” I inform him before I decide to jump him and have my wicked way with him, which could end up with him driving me insane with pleasure once again.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

BRUISER

“Any news?” I ask, speaking to my brothers, though my attention is on the woman sitting outside on one of the reclined wooden chairs, drinking her coffee.

“Someone broke into her apartment last night and met the end of Ruger’s fist,” Dagger answers. “Glock reported seeing two unknowns around the station, and Grady said he got a call from someone he didn’t know looking for Gwyneth.”

“I talked to Blade. He’s posted himself at the gym and reported seeing someone there looking for her,” Colt remarks, grimacing and lowering his voice. “He also noted the person showing interest in Angie. I think someone needs to look out for her.”

Shit. We should have put someone on Angie from the get-go. The woman is an easy target to get to Gwyneth. If they get their hands on Angie, she’s the perfect bait in order to draw Gwyneth out. Or the use of Simon, but we’ve ensured he’s disappeared. No one can find him. At least not easily.

“Get that woman out of sight,” Dagger grumbles, nostrils flaring.

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