Page 54 of Ruthless Wars

Each movement hits me just right, sending me closer to the brink. His hand slides down, cupping my sex as he rests his other hand on the fleshy part of my ass.

As his fingers work their way to my clit, he reminds me, “Shhh. Don’t make a sound.”

And I need the reminder as he picks up the pace in long, steady strokes that match his finger circling my clit.

I’m so close to the brink, I hold my breath to keep that tiniest piece of control that’s certain to fly away any second now. When I feel his thumb slide down the crack of my ass and then nestle on my tight little hole, it forces the breath from my lungs.

“Oh God,” I murmur, desperately trying to keep my frantic noises to low whimpers. But when even more of his length is shoved deeper inside, and his thumb penetrates me, those shreds of control are gone.

The riptide that’s pulling me under is too much. His large hand that captured my core is now tight against my mouth, muffling my cries as he thrusts deep and hard, jerking wildly until I’m filled with the hot sensation of his throbbing cock releasing over and over.

Every second of our silence is filled with his tender kisses on my neck and shoulders and back before he works his way out of me.

“Come on,” he says just above a whisper before I’m once again a rag doll in his arms, then scoops me up against his chest. “Let’s take a quick shower before we grab some breakfast.”

“Is there some weird mandate that the women in your life will never have their feet touch the ground?”

His playful look turns strangely sentimental. “You’re the only woman for me, Margot Long.”

The words bring the widest smile to my face, and I reach out to caress the soft stubble on his jaw. I don’t know what to say, and I hope the long kiss I plant on his lips is enough.

By the way he’s kissing me back, it is.

In the shower, I get another look at his cryptic tattoo, giggling as I ask him about it because he’s spending an awfully long time soaping up my breasts.

He smiles, and his gaze finally moves from his work to meet mine. “Hmm? Oh, that. Guess.”

“At first, I thought they were V’s for the Valor Group, but by how it’s faded, I’m pretty sure that tattoo is older than your company.”

“You’re on the right track. Four initials make up the outside points.”

My thoughts get lost in the four points of the star and his hands washing slow up-and-down paths along my inner thighs. “I give up,” I say, surrendering to the magic of his massaging technique.

“The four points connect to four triangles. The triangles started as capital A’s, for Aiden, Avery, Austin, and Alli.”

“And you?”

“You see the square that’s formed where the bottoms of the A’s meet?” he asks, and I nod. “Those are two L’s. One is me.”

He pulls down the shower wand and takes his time washing the suds away. I wonder about the other L, but I can see he’s drifted away in his own thoughts, and I don’t ask.

My hand caresses the stubble along the square of his jaw. “I didn’t mean to pry.”

He plants a long kiss on my palm, and his face lifts with a warm grin. “It’s for my mom. Her real name is Sylvia, but everyone in our family calls her Lily.” The golden flecks in his eyes light up. “I can't wait for you two to meet.”

“I’d love that,” I say, the excitement moving my lips right on his.

What starts as a soft kiss turns fevered as I feel the shower head move between my legs.

“Just making sure I got all the soap off,” he says low and with a sexy grin.

“You’re going to get me off if you keep that up.”

“Well, we do need to eat,” he says with a disappointed sigh, then replaces the wand before shutting the water off.

While he pats me dry with a plush towel, a shadow seems to drop over his handsome features. I’m not sure if I should ask more, or just let it go.

My decision becomes moot when a banging, followed by Evie’s obnoxiously loud voice, booms through Coop’s bedroom.

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