Page 103 of His Road Dog

He lifted his head and stood, shucking off his jeans. Unable to move, except to lift her eyelids, she prepared herself when he grabbed her legs and pulled her to the edge of the mattress.

With her calves pressed against his chest and flat on her back, she could only wait for him.

He wrapped his arms around her knees and plunged his cock inside of her. Flat on her back, legs straight up in the air and held tightly, she gave herself to his mercy.

Her pussy clamped down on his pulsating cock.

"Yes." She caressed her breasts.

Priest pressed his hand to her lower stomach, holding her on the bed as he continued to pound inside of her. Her nerves rattled; every movement took her higher. Panting, she held on to the pleasure tightening inside of her.

She thrashed her head side to side, unable to stop. Crying out, she let go as her climax flooded her body.

Priest's hips rapidly moved back and forth, faster and faster, harder and harder, and he groaned, sinking deeply inside of her. Her legs shook at the pulses consuming her body.

He swiftly inhaled. "Babe."

It took all her strength to lift her head off the mattress and look at him. "I love you."

He slipped out of her and grabbed her hands, pulling her up to a sitting position. "I'm going to grab a shower."

"Okay." She watched him walk into the adjoining bathroom.

Once she heard the water running, she went and used the toilet. Waiting for her turn to jump in and wash again for the second time that day, she gazed at him through the glass sliding door.

It took him no time to clean up, and she squeezed in and took his place under the showerhead. Not having to wash her hair, she quickly soaped and rinsed off.

She got one foot on the linoleum and found him standing there, dripping wet. The towel forgotten in his hand.

His brow line lowered. "You say that all the time."

"What?"

"That you love me."

She smiled and stretched up to kiss his stern mouth. "That's because I do."

"You never get pissed that I don't say it back."

She shrugged. "You taught me to truly trust you, and I shouldn't question you."

His gaze flared. "I can't tell you I even know what love is, but if it's this...what we have together and how I feel about you, then I love you, too."

Her chest warmed and not wanting to make a big deal out of him saying he loved her—even though it was a huge deal. Huge, huge, huge deal. She wrapped the towel around her body. "I know you do, honey."

He dipped his chin. Moving beside him, she looked in the mirror, watching him. His face relaxed, and he dried off. Then, he palmed her butt, leaned over, and kissed the side of her head.

"We better get a move on, road dog. I need to be at the clubhouse in twenty minutes." He flung the used towel toward the hamper and left the room to dress.

Alone, she smiled, hugging her middle. He loved her.

She never doubted it for a second.

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