Page 14 of Legions

Thatcher’s hand slapped at my release, which only drove me higher. The sound reminding me of splashing water. My body jerked as the truck came to an abrupt stop. I opened my eyes to see Thatcher turn and push me back before he unzipped his jeans and shoved them down, freeing his thick, veiny cock. I spread my legs for him, lifting my hips.

“FUCK!” he shouted as he slammed into me.

I watched as his beautiful body flexed. His neck muscles standing out. The line of his jaw rigid. The leather seat caused us to slide back and forth, slick from the most intense squirting I’d ever done.

“I think you already fucking own me,” he snarls as his eyes stare down at me like a man possessed. “Then you do something like that. Go off like a damn water faucet when I’m telling you shit that I shouldn’t have done. Things that are messed up.”

The slaps of our bodies where they met got louder.

“Such… A…Good…Girl,” he bit out each word. His eyes glowingnow as he drew closer to his release.

I’d thought I couldn’t reach it again so soon, but the tingle that hit me erupted into a million pulsing points in seconds, and I was screaming out his name.

Thatcher’s body quaked, then his fingers bit into my thighs as he held my legs open and emptied into me. “GAH!!!! DAMN!” he shouted.

The powerful jets of his come, sending warmth inside of me. A beautiful addiction that I would always crave.

Thatcher lowered himself, placing his elbows on either side of my body, then bent his head until his breath was on my ear. “Mine. My perfect,” he said softly, and I closed my eyes and accepted the fact that I was in love with a man who might actually be the demon he claimed.

When Thatcher had pulled his truck into the garage, he’d pocketed my panties and then reached over me for my jeans before getting out of the vehicle.

I slid toward him as he waited, watching me. I winced as the mess I’d made on his leather seat became apparent. “I’ll clean the seats,” I told him.

He shook his head. “No, little doll, you won’t.” He grabbed my hand and helped me down.

“You can’t leave that in there. It could ruin your leather.”

His hand slid down to my bare butt and squeezed. “Let me worry about it.”

Deciding to give up, I went inside, and he followed closely behind me.

Stopping when we reached the living room, I looked around. The sense of security, home, and contentment drifted over where all the raw emotions of the past twenty-four hours hadeaten at me.

“What are you thinking?” His tone was hesitant, and his vulnerability didn’t match the man the world knew.

I turned to look up at him. “I’m thinking that it feels good to be home.”

The surge of relief in his expression reminded me of the little boy he’d been. The one who hadn’t been given a chance to be a kid. His mother hadn’t shown him affection. Love. Those weren’t excuses for him, but I didn’t need those. I’d already accepted I could love all of him.

“Let’s shower, then we can eat. We aren’t leaving this house today,” he told me as he ran a knuckle over my cheek.

Nothing else had ever sounded so good.

• Nine •

Why was I spewing like some emotional bitch?

Thatcher

There wasn’t anything in particular that I glared at. I just glared. My teeth clenched so tightly that my cigarette was in danger of being snapped off. I’d thought it would help calm me, but it never really did. The way she found out about the things I had done before she ran had been something I let go of. She was home with me. She’d forgiven me. If I knew who had told her, I might kill them.

Five nights in a row, every night since I had brought Capri back home, she’d woken up in the middle of the night screaming. A cold sweat coating her body, the sounds of terror ripping from her chest and fucking grinding up my black soul at the sound of it.

This was his fault. Her father’s. He had brought back memories for her that she’d buried. Forgotten. Yet now she faced the demons all over again. I wanted to make him pay for what he haddone to her. But physically hurting the man was a line I knew Capri would never forgive me for. I’d had a brief taste of her leaving me, and that wasn’t a life I could accept.

“You good?” King asked hesitantly. I didn’t turn to look at him. Instead, I took a long pull, forcing my jaw to loosen.

“Have I ever been?” I asked.

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