Page 20 of Knot Yours

Austin withdraws and shoves back in unhurriedly. After a few languid strokes, I thrust my hips upward to meet his. This must be what he was waiting for. When Austin pulls out this time, he slams back in with the force of a freight train.

I whimper, but it’s no longer in pain. Austin shivers at the sound but doesn’t slow his grueling rhythm. “More,” I demand.

Austin

That one little word spilling from Marisol’s mouth electrifies me. I battle against every instinct that demands I savagely claim this woman beneath me. Though I plan to do so thoroughly, I want to savor this, her. She’s a Sin So Sweet.

I sit up to chase away the impending release and lift Marisol’s legs to rest on my shoulders. She yelps when I thrust back inside her molten hot core, needing a moment to adjust to the new and deeper angle. I don’t mind the reprieve, as I’m holding on by a thread myself.

When we’re both ready again, I withdraw and drive back into Marisol’s unbelievably tight body. She feels too damned good. I won’t last much longer this first time. Face to the ceiling, I reengage at a slower pace to stretch out the experience.

“Hey there,” Marisol says playfully.

I look down to see her eyes sparkling as she teases, throwing my earlier words back at me, “I want your eyes on me.”

Shit. I’m in trouble. Marisol calls forth my darker tendencies, and I lose the tenuous grip I had on my control. My next thrust wipes the smile off her face, which brings a devilish grin to mine. I’m driven to ruin Marisol for all others. Though I have no business claiming her, Marisol is mine.

And by the end of the night, she’s going to know it.

Sweat slicks my skin as I scan downward, becoming enthralled, watching how I plunge deep inside her over and over again. The beast inside me feeds off the heat, Marisol’s whimpers and cries, and her velvety grip. The slight tremble in her inner walls tells me she’s close to coming undone, which only hurtles me faster toward completion. I need her to come first, though. “Give it to me, Olowa. I need it. Let me feel you squeeze—oh fuck. Just like that.”

Marisol arches her back, and I lower her legs, dropping to my elbows. I need to taste her when she comes. Without slowing my pace, I sink into her mouth, tangling my tongue with hers. Marisol’s cries of ecstasy are muffled by my kiss until I reach between us to pinch her clit.

Her body draws tight, and Marisol rips her mouth from mine, a hoarse moan the only sound she makes. Her slick channel contracts, choking me. I only last three more thrusts before grinding into her one last time. My spine locks as my release explodes outward like cannon fire.

I growl her name through an orgasm so powerful that my lungs forget how to work for a bit. When I catch my breath again, I almost let loose the words that beat like a drum in my head.

You. Are. Mine.

I collapse to the bed beside Marisol, unable to hold myself up any longer. She rolls to her side, resting her head on my shoulder blade and stretching an arm across my back.

Her scent is on the pillow where I landed. I breathe deeply while Marisol lazily drags her fingers up and down my spine. When my heart recovers from the rush, I roll over, pulling Marisol on top of me.

Then, the panic sets in. I hold Marisol’s head to my chest to keep her from seeing the remorse I know is on my face. I’m a cynical bastard, and Marisol is too good and too damned young for this bitter old man. She deserves better than my hardened heart with all its emotional baggage.

She disagrees, but I know I’m right. Even so, that doesn’t keep me from wanting to stay in this bed and hold her till morning. My saving grace, or maybe hers, is that I have to tend to Piper before settling anywhere for the night.

Marisol lifts her sleepy head and kisses the place over my heart. Unable to resist, I touch my lips to her head. I just met the woman, but I want her to be a constant in my life. For her sake, I need to figure out if my intentions are purely selfish or if I want to belong to her just as much.

There’s a difference—a big one. Just ask my ex-wife.

I think Amber wanted the security of being married without having to be a wife. Thanks to her influence, I fear I’d do the same to someone else. That belief is the one thing that worries me about Marisol. I don’t want to be a mistake. I don’t want to take her for granted, and right now, I don’t trust that I’m in this for Marisol just as much as myself.

I owe it to her to find out.

“I should take care of this condom and bed Piper down for the night.”

Marisol responds to the hollow tone and sits up to study my face. I get up and pull on my shorts, stuffing the used condom in my pocket. I can’t look at her, which Marisol notices. “Why is it that I hear regret in your voice?”

Returning to the bed and her, I grip Marisol behind the neck, touching my forehead to hers. “I do not regret the best night of my adult life. I’m just waiting for you to figure out what I already know.”

“And what is that?” she demands.

“That I’m not good enough for you.”

I pick up the rest of my clothes and start for the door. I almost stop when I hear Marisol whisper, “Damn that woman.”

I wholeheartedly agree. I throw my clothes on the floor in the other unit when the door closes. Piper whines and shoves her snout against my hip. “It’s not bad memories this time, girl. I’m pissed because I did something stupid.”

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