Page 29 of Mountain Challenge

His eyes never strayed from the spot where their bodies met. “Fuck. That’s it, Isla. Work my cock inside you,” he groaned.

She could feel, in the tight line of his abs, how much it cost him to stay still, but he didn’t move, giving her the time she needed, until finally, his cock was fully embedded inside her—hot and hard and firm.So big.So full. She’d never felt this full before. His cock twitched, the feeling rocketing all the way to her tight breasts.

“Please,” he begged. And she wasn’t sure what he was begging for, but her body demanded she start moving. Up and down. Slowly, at first. Then faster, until her core was burning and her legs were shaking. Ry’s free hand gripped her hip, but he didn’t demand a different rhythm—demanded nothing except what she was willing to give.

“Ry, I’m going to come,” she said breathlessly.

“Come on my cock, Isla. Come on my cock and take me with you.”

His words pulled her over the edge. Her inner muscles clenched against him, hard enough that she didn’t feel when he reached his own orgasm. But she saw it in his tight, pleasure-filled expression. When they were both done shaking, Isla lowered her upper body onto him, enjoying his warmth, careful not to press on his shoulder.

Ry kissed the top of her head. “Your hair is so soft,” he whispered. “I knew it’d feel soft.”

Isla laughed into his chest. “My hair?”

“I need to get rid of the condom.”

“I can take care of that,” Isla said, gently working it off his softening—but still impressive—cock. She used a kleenex to wipe him down, then tied a knot on the condom and put it in the trash. As she came back to bed, Ry looked at her strangely. “Nobody’s ever done that for me before.”

“What? Tie a knot on the condom?”

“Take care of me like that,” he whispered.

Isla lay down next to him, curling her body around his as he pulled the duvet around them both.

13

Ry

Ry whistled as he walked into the office for the first time since the incident. He half-expected one of his teammates to joke about it.Did you get laid last night, Ry?But this wasn’t his usual just-got-laid mood. No, this was more than that.

Though his arm was still in the sling, that was mostly caution at this point. Caution, and the fact that he didn’t want to get yelled at by Beau. But the swelling had gone down, as the doctor had hoped it would, and the intense pain of that first day was a faint memory by now. He might not be cleared to go out into the field again yet, but he was ready to work, and there were things he could do to help around the office.

The truth was, he’d been going stir crazy, sitting alone at home. The first day after the incident hadn’t been bad; after the best sex of his life—and he was by now resigned to the fact that every time he had sex with Isla was going to be the best sex of hislife, since it seemed that was just the way things were—he and Isla had spent an easy morning together.

There had been no awkwardness, no strangers-sharing-a-bathroom strangeness. Just two people getting to know each other … and liking what they were seeing. An image of Isla filled his mind. She was innocence and lust in one tiny rocket-fueled package. But it wasn’t just about her looks anymore. The fact was, Rylikedher. There wasn’t anything he didn’t like about her.

That morning, when he’d woken up, he’d caught her sitting up in bed, pencil in hand, staring with dreamy intensity at a small pad she kept by her bedside. In her, Ry could see the artist and the artisan, both working together in perfect harmony.

Eventually, Isla had gone off to open her studio, and Ry had gone home to the house he shared with Hugo. Except with Hugo on duty, there hadn’t been much for Ry to do at home. He couldn’t even work out any of the tension that was building up inside him. Eventually, he’d begged Beau for the chance to come back, which had finally been granted. So here Ry was, bright and early.

He stretched his shoulder, trying to evaluate the remaining tenderness. He wasn’t an idiot. He’d tell the doctor exactly how he was feeling when he met with him at six p.m. that evening. And hopefully he’d get the doctor’s okay to remove the sling and—most importantly—go back on active duty.

He looked around the empty office, surprised there was nobody around. He'd heard from Hugo that he, Tristan and Lorenz were out on patrol, but he'd expected to see Beau and Alex in the office. Then he heard voices coming from the meeting room.

Beau's voice was easy enough to identify. He sounded downright pissed off. There were at least two other people in the room with his boss. Ry recognized the colonel’s voice next.Great. As if his boss's anger hadn't been enough of a hint, thefact that the Colonel was down on this floor, behind a locked door, let Ry know that shit was hitting the fan.But what shit?Hugo hadn't mentioned anything the night before, so whatever it was, it had only just come up.

Ry paused outside the meeting room door, his hand poised to knock, when the third man started speaking. He had a soft, smooth voice, one Ry was sure he’d never heard before. Not somebody who worked at thegendarmerie.

"My client has reason to be concerned. Your officer has a history of dangerous risk-taking … daredevil stunts and?—”

Ry’s hand froze inches away from the door.

"Like the one that saved your client's life, you mean?" That was Beau again, making no effort to mask his anger. Whoever the stranger was, Beau didn’t like him.

“My client may never recover from the trauma your officer inflicted when he held him upside down.”

It hit him then.Hewas the shit was hitting the fan. Or at least, his career was.Fuck. A noise startled him. He turned, bumping straight into Alex. His friend's face was a mask of concern.

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