Page 36 of Don't Let Go

I threw my head back as he repeated the motion and then I took over. Knees braced on the bed as I straddled him and with my hands balancing the rest of my weight with their grip on his shoulders.

“Oh…” I exhaled the single syllable as I found the rhythm and surged with it. He met me thrust for thrust. His hips surged upwards as I sank down and then he fisted my hair.

Our mouths locked in a vibrant duel that matched his body burying itself into mine. I even remembered how to twist my hips a little, to add to the sensations. Shudders danced through me as I dragged my head upward and then he mouthed one of my nipples as I ground down against him.

The pleasure expanded until I shook from it. I fisted both the bedsheets and his shoulder. It was too much, and not enough. When I would have backed off, he flipped us again. The pound of his body driving into mine pushed me further along the edge until I screamed.

Too much.

Too much.

And yet liquid heat expanded in a whirl that flooded all of me. I couldn’t breathe for how good it felt. I thrashed but Icouldn’t escape it, Locke was inside me, filling me, and then his release set fire to me as the warmth spilled deep.

His gasps were like a symphony, matching mine almost beat for beat. My heart hammered and his breath was hot against my throat as he shuddered against me. I tried to move my fingers but I found my hands locked in his. His grip wasn’t so tight that it hurt, but it kept me from flying apart into a billion pieces.

Gradually, the feel of his tongue tracing a light circle over my pulse point registered. I floated down from the wild crescendo I’d been riding. I could die happy from the drugging weight of Locke’s fierce kisses. Then he was raining gentle kisses over my cheeks, and my eyes.

Inch by inch, I came back to earth and when I opened my eyes, I found him studying me with so much emotion I should have fled in that moment. It was raw, naked, and punched me with a fist so powerful I couldn’t breathe.

No one looked at me like that.

No one.

“Justus…”

“I’m here,” he said, his voice thick and lazy, infused with something that struck me almost like a purr. I’d have given everything I owned to record that sound so I could listen to it forever. It was beyond anything I’d ever imagined.

Not that I should have ever imagined being in his arms or feeling him fucking into me. Yet, here we were and I couldn’t lie to myself. I wouldn’t.

I’d had the occasional fantasy. Locke was a beautiful man and that one tumble already had me hungry for more.

“Hi,” I whispered and his smile softened.

“Hey.” He was still inside of me, his cock softened, but slowly. The heat and the dampness were there. He’d come inside of me and… “Oh, shit.”

He raised his eyebrows.

“We didn’t…” I could kick myself. “I have an implant. Or I did.” Pregnancy wasn’t an issue. “But I don’t know if it was safe for you…”

“The doctor did panels,” he soothed in the kindest of tones. “You are clean sweetheart, but frankly, I’d risk infection to be with you.”

I wrinkled my nose until I saw the spark of laughter in his eyes. “That’s gross.”

“But funny,” he teased and then he nibbled another kiss to my lips. “Don’t worry, I’m clean too. I can get you my medical records if you need.”

“Except you weren’t…” Reality crushed the beautiful moment, and I groaned. Closing my eyes, I tried to shove it back out. The last thing I wanted to be talking about was this.

“I have you,” he said again in that silky voice that demanded I believe him. “You aren’t going to hurt me, and I won’t hurt you.”

I clung to him, tightening my arms around him. That—I needed to hear that. An unexpected sound penetrated the bliss and the rattle of something at the door had Locke jerking upward. I barely had time to register the door wasunlockingthen McQuade and Remington were just there.

They were alive and safe. That knowledge filled me with joy, right before it crashed headlong into the information that Locke and I were tangled together, naked, and you couldn’t mistake it for anything else.

From the expressions on their faces, neither man seemed to make any other excuse for us. Their hooded, yet burning gazes raked over me as their lips compressed.

“You’re here,” I whispered, torn between embarrassment at being caught and thrilled that they were actually here.

Then they turned those heatedglareson Locke.

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