Page 66 of Warrior's Walk

“I guess so. When I hit the ground, every bone in my body crumbles to dust, but I’m still conscious.”

“Jesus Christ, Rhett.”

“Pretty much. That’s usually when I wake up.”

“When are you going to start talking to Brewer?”

I look down at our joined hands before turning my head to face him. “I know I’ve been puttin’ it off. Maybe after my mama leaves.”

“It’ll help, I promise. You know what else would help?”

I lift my brows, asking silently.

“Talking to the guys, either in group or one-on-one. Nash especially. He suffers terribly from nightmares. Ask him what works for him.”

“Smooth, Riggs. Real smooth.”

He chuckles. “We didn’t create the group because we wanted to learn to knit. It helps, but as Brewer says, it only works if you work it.”

Sighing loudly, I breathe out and nod again. “I hear you, Riggs. I do, I swear.” He lifts our joined hands, smiling at the sight before he tries to pull away. I tug him back. “Did you mean what you said?”

“I don’t know, I say a lot of things,” he jokes, evading the question.

“Do you think about me a lot?”

Riggs rolls on his side and stares back. “What do you think?”

I smile devilishly. “I think you can’t stop. I think you’re dyin’ to touch me.”

“I am,” he admits boldly, his dark gaze dropping to my lips.

My tongue snakes out to lick them. “What are you waitin’ for?”

Riggs reaches out to stroke my jaw. “I have no fucking clue.”

His head draws nearer and I can feel the heat of his breaths ghost across my lips. Am I still dreaming? Because if I am, I hope I never wake up.

“Riggs,” I groan as his mouth brushes mine. He dives right in, swiping his tongue over mine, getting tangled up in it. I feel him everywhere, like wildfire flowing through my veins, igniting my entire body on fire. He loses control, burying his face in my neck, sucking hard on my skin, his fingers bruising my jaw, tugging at my hair. Like me, he can’t catch his breath, and I feel like we’re falling over the side of a cliff together. Like ajump from the highest altitude with no chute. “Fuck,” I breathe, rolling onto him to straddle his hips. His cock strains against the thin cotton. I’m dying to taste him, but I gotta go slow. It took me forever to get this far with him, so I can’t risk spooking him now. Maybe if I drive him out of his mind, he won’t be able to hit the brakes. I rock my hips into him, grinding my ass over his dick.

“Rhett,” he hisses.

“Feels good?”

He answers by digging his fingers into my hips and urging me back and forth. He looks lust drunk as he stares up into my eyes. I can’t stop looking at his mouth. He nods and I lower my head to his lips, sucking on them until they’re puffy and wet. When I nip his bottom lip, he bucks hard against me, fitting his hard length into the crack of my ass. Riggs glances down at my bare cock bobbing with each thrust of my hips, his eyes going wide. It’s not uncut or as thick as his, but he seems to like what he sees. Riggs licks his lips, looking hungry.

“Yeah?” I scoot forward, curling my fingers around the base of my cock, and feed it between his parted wet lips. That first swipe of his velvet tongue feels like religion. “Oh fuck, yes.” He slurps on my crown, making my toes curl. My cock throbs, and it feels like the head is going to explode in his mouth. “Oh, God, suck me.”

Riggs stares up at me as he sucks and I palm the back of his head, feeding him more of my hard length. Seeing his lips stretched around my cock has me ready to fucking blow.

How many nights have I dreamt of this?Almost every single one since I met him.

“Turn around,” he rasps, his voice pure gravel.

Oh shit, is he gonna—I straddle his lap in a reverse cowboy position, facing his feet, and stick my ass in his face. His tongue glides between my cheeks and my breath rushes from my lungs like a popped balloon. He swipes over my hole and my entirebody clenches before opening for him like… like… I don’t fucking know. He melted my brain.

I snap my hips back and forth, shamelessly fucking his tongue. He stabs his tongue through my rim, setting all my nerve endings on fire, and I shout his name. “Riggs!”

He chuckles. “You like that? Been dying to do that to you.”

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