Page 40 of Protecting Her Secrets

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant as my pussy clamps down on him, signaling his own orgasm. He comes on a roar, pleasure overtaking both of us. It’s more than a release, more than a joining of bodies; I feel our souls intertwine, creating a connection so strong, nothing will come between us. He feels it too; I can see it in his eyes.

His forehead wrinkles, and he curses right as a rush of warmth fills me. Slowly, he pulls out slightly, then surges forward again, holding himself deep. He repeats this once, twice, three more times before coming down from his high.

His expression softens, and he dips down to give me a sweet, chaste kiss before rolling us over, somehow keeping his cock nestled inside me. He engulfs me in his embrace as I rest my head on his chest, listening to the rhythmic pounding of his heart and inhaling his woodsy scent. His strong arms tighten their hold, making it impossible to get away. But why would I want to? I’m safe, I’m cared for, and I’m. . . fuck, am I happy?

Suddenly, I’m overcome with emotion and can’t help but laugh. What starts with a small chuckle rapidly progresses into something that takes over my whole body. It’s just what I need to release all the regret over wasted years and, for once, allow myself to look forward to the future.

I’m inviting danger into both our lives, but what we have is rare and epic, a love so special, other people can only dream of having it. It’s worth protecting, and I trust Walker feels the same.

“I’m hoping there’s a reason for your laughter that I’m unaware of, and you’re not mocking my performance because I pulled out all my best moves for you.”

I snuggle down deeper, snaking my arms under his shoulders as I work to regain control of myself. “No, it’s not that. Your performance was top-tier, best I’ve ever had. It’s just that I realized I’m happy.”

He kisses the top of my head. “Me too, Sunny, but unless you want a do-over, I’d quit it with the laughing.”

“What do you mean?” I snicker and feel his cock thicken. Only then do I realize I’ve been squeezing him internally. Lifting my head off his chest, I ask, “Would that be so bad?”

“I don’t want you to be sore.”

“Well, Girthmaster, I think that’s a foregone conclusion. Might as well take advantage of me now, before my pussy realizes it just got pounded by a tree trunk.”

“You’re good for the ego. I think I’ll keep you around.”

“As if you didn’t already know.” I push off his chest and sit up, and this new position forces him so deep, it’s almost painful.

“Fuck me.” He reaches up to play with my breasts, which sway as I slowly rock my hips.

“I’m trying to.”

We’re interrupted by an alarm that has my head on a swivel. Walker grabs his phone from the nightstand and sits up, wrapping an arm around me. His brows furrow, and I can tell something is wrong.

“What is it?”

“One of the trail cams picked up movement. It’s probably just a deer or elk. Hold on, let’s watch.” He taps the screen of his phone and then holds it down so we both can see. Three snowmobiles weave between the trees, kicking snow up behind them. The clip is only seconds long, but it’s enough for me to see the riders are most likely men wearing all black, including balaclavas, making it impossible to see who they are.

“Better get dressed,” Walker says.

I scramble to get off Walker, hardly noticing his pained expression and the large amount of semen leaking from me. “Oh my God. Is it them? Damn it. I knew this would?—”

“Calm down. They’re definitely a group of assholes, but they’re not from the MC, baby.” He gingerly walks to the bathroom, and I follow.

“Then who is it?”

Holding a hand out for me to follow him into the shower, he says, “It seems our little bubble has popped and it’s time to deal with reality because my nosy-ass friends are here.”

“The artist, the doomsday prepper, and the sheriff?” I ask as warm water hits me at every angle, allowing for a massage. God, I love this shower.

He squirts some soap into his hand and smirks as he reaches between my legs. “Yeah.”

I swat at him. “I can do that.”

“I know. It’s just more fun when I do.”

“Knock it off. Your friends are walking through the door any minute,” I hiss.

“Nah. They’ll wait outside with the bitches. They know I saw them on the camera and will open my door when I’m ready for them.”

“They’ll freeze if you leave them out there too long.” I snag the body wash from his hand while he throws his head back in laughter. “What’s so funny? It’s freezing out there.”

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