Page 19 of Merry with a Ranger

And I forgot everything except for the soft girl wrapped around me, her breasts pressed to my chest, her heart beating too fast with mine. Bonnie worked out how to ride me while I tried my damndest not to coat her walls with the pleasure of being bare inside her. Too late the thought ran through my head, but the moment I tried to shift, she shook her head, recognition crossing her face.

“Implant,” she whispered.

I swallowed hard, finding her ass cheeks I spanked before and bottoming out in her in one go as I levered myself up to press my back to the bed’s headboard. “I’m clean, love. Are you sure?” I searched her face. “I know I promised, but I’m not a god. And you feel so fucking good I just want to rail you into the bed until my name is the only thing on your lips.”

Bonnie’s lips parted a fraction, her breath kissing my cheeks. “Do it,” she whispered.

We never go that far.

I slammed her down onto my cock, her ass a two-handed grip as I pounded into her swollen, needy pussy from below. Over and over, until she cried my name on repeat into my ear. Thesoundtrack I came to, my neck straining, still not letting her go as I fused our bodies together and filled her to the brim.

My orgasm hurt like a fucking truck smashing into me, ripping my insides out, the lines of pleasure and pain melding. The only thing I felt after was her heat wrapped around me, her body trembling after the way I railed her. And finally my senses came back to me.

“Christ, tell me I didn’t actually hurt you,” I muttered, pushing her hair aside until I found her face tucked into my shoulder in a pool of sweat and saliva. “Bonnie. Love?” I cupped her chin and tilted her head up to mine.

Her makeup smeared beneath her eyes, her cheeks stained a violent red as she panted gently.

“I’m good,” she whispered. “Just…wow. Are you like that all the time?”

I laughed, resting back against the wall, half expecting the bed to collapse beneath us both at any moment. “Just with you, love. Only you.”

I stroked her hair, tucking her back where I excavated her from and managed a breath. The time, the clock, the world was all forgotten as we came down from the incredible high of falling into each other again and finding out we got it right the first time around.

CHAPTER 8

NASH

When the threat came, I had all the timings wrong. Bonnie and I managed to spend the morning in each other’s arms without incident until the door to my room was kicked in without any prior announcement.

“That’s just fucking rude,” I muttered as I rubbed sleep from my eyes with one hand and tucked her beneath the blankets with the other, figuring her father would at least knock.

That was the part I got wrong. Not the knocking, her father.

Because I found myself looking down the wrong end of a gun no one ever wanted to be on, and I’d had enough of that particular end for a lifetime.

“Fuck me.” I pushed Bonnie behind me as I stared at a man I didn’t know who hadn’t bothered to cover his face, and that fact alone boded really shittily for the start of Christmas Eve for both of us right when I found the first spark of happiness in a long damn time.

The second part of it was that while his gun was pointed at me, his attention was onher.

“Get out,” he snapped, as though he expected her to know him. “I’ll deal with you shortly.”

I couldn’t risk taking my eyes off him, but the way Bonnie stiffened behind me, then shifted away, told me I miscalculated really fucking badly.

“Love, I need you to use those words you promised me before,” I murmured, gliding my hand under my pillow for the gun that should have been there, but wasn’t.

Where the fuck is it?

“I’m sorry, Nash,” she replied, her voice way too steady for my liking. A metaphorical sucker punch hit me in the back, right in the damn kidneys, and stole all my air.

“Sorry for…? Give me something more,” I muttered, more than a little desperate.

“Sorry for this.” Sadness filled her voice, enough that I risked turning to look at her.

In time to see her raise the handgun I was missing, flick the safety expertly off and double tap the asshole holding the gun on us.

The fact he never fired before he fell, never made a single sound, told me he expected the move less than I did.

I didn’t turn around to check. She hadn’t missed, not at that range, not with that confidence or skill level. My cock stirred at the image of her burned forever into my mind holding that gun, naked, her legs spread apart, fierce determination written across her stunning face even as my eardrums protested at the noise abuse.

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