Page 81 of Unraveling Connections

Rage and I burst out laughing as Atlas stands there, his mouth open, looking incredulous with a box of bouncy balls in one hand.

“Dude, why do you need bouncy balls?” I ask, through my laughter.

Atlas looks at his hand as if to check that is what he actually has in his hand, and he shrugs, “Just in case.”

“I told you; you had a problem. Even Lucien knows you can’t be trusted in a shop.” Rage says.

Atlas just shrugs his shoulders, grins, and drops the bouncy balls in the cart.

Ever

“We’ve got no real essentials here,” I say as I walk into the open-plan area where the guys are.

“What are we missing?” Quinn asks curiously.

“Toilet rolls, for one,” I reply.

Cash is opening cupboards in the kitchen and replies, “The cupboards are pretty bare too.”

“Why don’t you guys go to the store and see if you can pick us up some of the things that we are missing. I will look through what we have here and see if I can make us some dinner out of what we have got before we have to head out to do surveillance.” I suggest.

“Good idea, I will stay and help you. There is nothing worse than going on a stake out when you are hungry.” Jensen says.

“You would say that,” Cash grins as he grabs his keys, “come on guys, I’ll drive.”

“Send us a list of things you want,” Ezra calls over his shoulder as they head out.

“Got it,” I reply. My head is already in the fridge, searching for something.

“Find anything?” Jensen asks, sounding weirdly distracted; I glance behind me and see his eyes glued firmly to my ass.

“Yeah, I think I could do cowboy soup, we’ve got all of the ingredients and some frozen meat in the freezer,” I reply.

“Sounds good. I haven’t had that for a while,” Jensen replies, so at least I know he is listening to me even though he’s still staring at my ass. “What do you need me to do?”

We work quickly, throwing everything in the pot and letting it simmer.

“There we go, that’s just got to bubble away for a bit,” I say with a smile as I put the lid back on.

“Thank fuck,” Jensen growls, his arms wrap around me as he throws me over his shoulder and starts stalking through the little safe house toward the bedrooms.

“We’re going to have to be quick,” I warn him, “the others might be home soon.”

He just responds by smacking my ass, making my clit pulse. We don’t have time to undress each other, and it is far quicker if we do it ourselves anyway. As soon as my last piece of clothing hit the floor, Jensen pounces, launching us both back on the bed. His lips meet mine in a frenzied kiss as my hands move down his back, gripping his ass. His lips travel down my neck, kissing the space in between my boobs before he takes my nipple in his mouth, while his fingers gently roll my other nipple between them, the sensation has all of my nerve endings firing and my back arches in response, my nails digging into his back.

Moving one of my hands from his back, I move it between us, the muscles of his stomach tensing as my fingertips brush them. He groans as my hand wraps around his cock, and I slowly start to move my hand as his hand moves away from my nipple and strokes down my body until his fingers dip inside my folds, finding my clit and circling it. My hand grips his dick tighter, moving faster to match the pace of his fingers. His mouth releases my nipple with a pop as he kisses my hard, and I nip his lip soothing the sting with my tongue and earning myself a growl in response.

My hand weaves into his hair, holding him to me as his fingers plunge into me, and the heel of his hand applies pressure to my sensitive clit. My hips buck and grind against his hand, finding the perfect rhythm.

I am so close to the fucking edge.

He pulls away, making me groan, and then quickly cry out as his tongue replaces his hand. As his tongue swirls my clit, his fingers plunge into my pussy as his thumb stretches my ass in the most delicious fucking way. It only takes a few thrusts of his fingers until wave after wave of intense pleasure crashes over me and makes me see stars. My pussy’s still throbbing with aftershocks as his lips meet mine once again, and I moan as his dick nudges my entrance, lifting my hips to him as he thrusts inside.

His hand wraps around my neck as my nails dig into his back and he picks up the pace, the angle perfect and helping another orgasm build from me. He flips us so that I’m on top, and I sit up, my hands going behind me and gripping onto his thighs, my nails digging in and making him curse with pleasure and my back arching, thrusting my boobs forward and into his waiting hands, his fingers expertly rolling and pinching my nipples, riding that pain, pleasure line perfectly. I throw my head back, my hips moving quicker as he lifts to meet mine and use the leverage of my hands on his thighs to take him deeper.

One of his hands leaves, trailing down my stomach until he gets to my clit, it takes barely anything, and I’m screaming his name as a second, more powerful orgasm goes through me. He flips us again, lifting my legs so that they go over his shoulders as he pounds into me, my nails clenching in his ass cheeks, and dragging up his back.

“Fuck,” he growls, his head burying in my neck as his orgasm rocks through him, before we both collapse in a tired and sweaty heap.

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