Page 92 of Warrior's Walk

Riggs chuckles. “Definitely on my to-do list, but first, we eat. I’ve been existing on MREs for fourteen days, and I want something greasy.

“Can you believe West eats that shit for fun?”

Riggs smirks. “I can believe anything when it comes to the Bitches. They’re… unique.”

“Smooth,” I laugh. “They really stepped up for me these past weeks. I don’t know what I’d have done without them.” Shit, I’m getting choked up just thinking about it. Those guys made a home for me here. They welcomed me with open arms and open hearts.

He slides his arm around my shoulder, giving me a squeeze. When we reach the car, Riggs stows his ruck in the backseat and pushes me up against the side of the car. He grabs my shirt and pulls me in for a kiss. His lips crush mine with bruising force, and hummingbirds take flight in my stomach. He rubs his tongue along mine, and it goes on and on. When he finally backs off, I’m breathless and dizzy—and hard as a fucking rock.

“Let’s get drive-thru,” I suggest, rearranging my junk.

He grins wickedly. “That’s a great idea.”

We eat as we drive so that our hands are empty when we pull up in his driveway. Riggs kicks the door shut behind us, dropping his ruck on the floor, and backs me up against the wall. My back hits hard, but I barely feel it. The center of my focus is the feel ofhis mouth claiming mine. He suckles on my tongue, lapping at my mouth in the most seductive, cock-hardening way. His teeth nip my bottom lip, his fingers dig into my scalp. Riggs works his knee between my thighs, widening them, and I can’t stop myself from grinding against his thigh.

I can barely pull my mouth away for a second. “We gonna do this on the floor again?”

He grins against my lips. “I want you in my bed this time.”

“Ourbed,” I breathe into his mouth.

Riggs pauses and stares into my eyes. “Ourbed,” he agrees.

We strip as we make our way to the bedroom, kissing and handsy the whole way. We fall onto the mattress in a tangle of limbs, laughing. I touch him everywhere, my hands mapping his body, relearning the feel of his skin.

His hot gaze rakes down my body, pausing to take in my hard cock. Riggs’s eyes grow wider, and he licks his lips. “You can’t imagine the filthy things I dreamed of while I was gone.”

“Oh, yeah?” I stroke myself, giving him a show. “What did you do about it?”

“Not much,” he laughs. “I shared a tent with five other guys.”

“Kinky.”

“I’m notthatkinky,” he grins, bending his head down to my lap. His mouth hovers over the head of my cock, breathing warm, moist air over my sensitive skin. A shudder licks down my spine, making my balls draw up tight.

“You gonna suck it, or just think about it?”

His eyes glint with mischief and his tongue snakes out to lick my slit. It tickles, but more than that, it’s the sight of it that turns me on. He slathers my cockhead with spit before taking me inside his mouth, using his lips to spread the saliva down my shaft. The easy glide feels like heaven. If he would just touch my…

He swipes the dripping saliva with his finger and rubs over my hole.Oh yeah, that’s it. Touch my ass.

The tip of his finger breaches my rim, and I bear down, forcing more of it inside of me.

“Christ, you’re tight.”

The feeling of his finger sliding in and out of my ass, brushing my inner walls, and tickling my gland makes white-hot sparks of desire unfurl in my stomach. I find myself bucking my hips to set a faster pace.

“You want it that bad?” His grin is wicked.

“Dying for it. But not your fingers; I want your cock.”

“Let me open you up first,” he murmurs, sliding a second finger inside of me.

“Ungh, fuck.” He’s killing me, bringing me to the edge with each stroke. “Just give me your cock. Don’t care if it hurts at first.”

He laughs a little, sliding his fingers from my hole. “Gonna make you regret that, soldier.” I toss him the bottle of lube from the nightstand, and he drizzles it over his cock, smearing it with his fist. “Lay on your side,” he orders, bending my right leg slightly so it doesn’t cramp. He grasps my left ankle, spreading my legs wide, and kneels between them. Riggs positions his cock at my entrance, rubbing the slick head back and forth over my hole. He stretches me slowly, taking his time, and the slow burn is the sweetest torture. “Tight and hot,” he hisses.

He sinks another inch of his length, and I clench my muscles around his shaft, making him gasp, his eyes going wide. I love watching his hips snap back and forth as he fucks into me, love watching his pleasure play across his face. Riggs doesn’t hide a thing from me, and he doesn’t hold back, not that I want him to.

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