Page 58 of Sworn to Protect

When she moans, it fractures into twelve distinct echoes. Twelve ways this ends badly. Twelve reasons to stop.

I trace the cracks in her lower lip with my thumb. She arches, chair legs screeching against the flagstone. Equilibrium shifts.

We’re no longer two people. We’re a detonation sequence.

Her breath stutters. “Inside.”

No. Not in there. Not surrounded by his clothes, his pictures.

But she tugs me toward the screen door, fingers curled in my belt loops, and I let her.

Nick’s Aquaman toy lies on the coffee table. The boxes of Ethan’s belongings are still tucked against the wall in her bedroom. He’s here in all the ways that matter.

Guilt wars with desire. I can’t take Mackenzie like this. Not again. Not with the truth buried between us.

“Mackenzie, we shouldn’t?—”

“Oh, we should.” Her voice is all whiskey and want. “After the day I had? We most certainly should.”

Her lips crush mine, and my restraint caves.

The truth can wait one more night.

She rubs her hand along my hardening cock and squeezes just enough to make me groan. Fuck, she knows exactly how to play me, how to make every nerve in my body scream for her.

The wicker couch creaks under us, a symphony of desperation as I grab her hips and flip her onto her stomach. Her auburn curls spill over the edge of the couch, moonlight catching in the gold strands like liquid fire. Beautiful. Dangerous.Mine.

Her ass is up in the air now, her perfect curves begging for me. I yank her skirt up, my fingers slipping under the waistband of her panties and dragging them down her thighs. She’s wet—so fucking wet—and the scent of her arousal hits me like a punch to the gut. I lean over her, my lips brushing the shell of her ear as I growl, “Truth time, Mackenzie.”

“No,” she gasps, but it’s too late. My hand comes down on her ass with a sharpsmack,and she arches into it, a moan spilling from her lips. I do it again, harder this time, leaving a red handprint that makes my cock twitch. She’s panting now, her hands clawing at the couch cushions as I spread her thighs wider.

I don’t waste time teasing. I bury my face between her legs, my tongue plunging into her pussy like I’m starved for it. She tastes fucking incredible, sweet and tangy, and I can’t get enough. I lick and suck and tease her clit until she’s trembling, her hips grinding against my mouth as she gasps my name.

But I’m not done with her. Not even close. I pull back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and stand up. My cock is throbbing, pre-cum beading at the tip as I line myself up with her entrance. She’s still bent over the couch, her ass in the air, and I can’t resist giving her another slap before I push inside her.

She’s so fucking tight, her pussy gripping me like a vice as I sink in inch by inch. Her moan is low and throaty, and I swear I’ve neverheard anything hotter in my life. I grab her hips and start fucking her hard and fast, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. The couch creaks with every thrust, but I don’t give a damn if it breaks beneath us.

Her nails dig into the cushions as she pushes back against me, meeting every thrust with a desperate roll of her hips. “Fuck,” she gasps, her voice shaking. “Don’t stop.”

Like I’d fucking dare. I slam into her again and again, my balls slapping against her clit with every stroke. She’s so wet, so fucking tight, and I can feel her pussy clenching around me as she gets closer to the edge. I reach around and pinch her nipple, twisting it just enough to make her scream.

Her orgasm hits her hard, her pussy spasming around my cock as she cries out. But I’m not done with her yet. I pull out, flipping her onto her back and shoving my cock back into her in one smooth motion. Her legs wrap around my waist, heels digging into my ass as I fuck her even harder.

I can feel my own orgasm building, hot and urgent, and I know I’m not going to last much longer. I lean down, capturing her mouth in a messy, desperate kiss as I slam into her one final time. My cock explodes inside her, and I groan against her lips as I pump every drop of cum into her tight little cunt.

For a moment, we just stay like that, panting and tangled together. Then she laughs, her breath warm against my skin.

Mackenzie stirs. “They’ll talk. At the farmers market.”

“Let them.”

“Your reputation?—”

“Was DOA.” My thumb traces her spine. “Yours?”

Her laugh puffs cool across damp skin. “Widows get free passes.”

Something in my ribcage splinters. Before I can stop it, the truth escapes—not the big one, but a precursor. “I’m good at cleanup.”

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