Page 77 of Game Changer

“Whatever it takes for the W. You with me?” I flick her clit with my tongue.

She whimpers. “Yeah, Boone, I’m with you.”

I stand and slide the ring on her finger.

“It’s so beautiful.” She does a little squeal, and I start to lift her up, but she leans back.

“You have a bullet hole in your damn arm.”

“You can’t tell me I can’t carry my bride-to-be up to bed.”

“Pfft.” She shakes her head. “Have you even met your future wife?” She slides off the counter and onto her stocking feet. Then she hooks her thumbs in my pajama bottoms. “She’s controlling at times.”

“If this is controlling …” I groan when she shoves her hand down my pants and grabs my hard cock, rubbing her thumb over the weeping tip and licking her lips at the same time.

I don’t know why, but I’m surprised and turned the fuck on by the confidence in her touch. Then she breaks our kiss and sinks to her knees in front of me, her fingers still wrapped around my cock, looking up at me with a hungry glint in her eyes before running her tongue along the length of my shaft, gathering the pre-cum at my tip.

I groan at the sensation and grab onto the countertop with my good arm behind me for support. I swear my knees are getting weak, and I feel myself getting harder than I think I’ve ever been as Sydney Sparks, Cupcake, my pin-up girl, fantasy for years, the one-woman star of my spank bank dreams, is on her knees in front of me, licking my cock.

Her tongue swirls around the head before trailing down to the base, teasing and taunting me. She knows exactly what she’s doing, and I can’t help but wonder how many men have been lucky enough to experience this from her.

But then all thoughts disappear as she takes me into her mouth, sucking gently before picking up speed. Her hand moves in tandem with her mouth, stroking what she can’t fit into her mouth.

I should be ashamed of how quickly I blow, but I’m not at all.

Lying in bed, I’m big spooning Syd, and she’s medium spooning Lily.

“Gonna need a bigger bed when Bossy heals up a bit and can do the stairs; you good with her being here?”

“Of course I am.”

“We gotta get Lily a bed for the spare room before we get you a health code violation,” I joke.

She turns and looks back at me, a smile on her makeup-free, porcelain, pretty face. “She’s been through a lot.”

“You’ve been through a lot, too. Fuck, Syd, we could have lost you today.”

“The entire time, I was terrified she would unbuckle and get out and …” She smashes her eyes shut. “Thank God she couldn’t get out. Thank God no one took her.”

I press my lips to her cheek. “I have no idea how she figured out how to call me.”

“How did you know where she was?”

“AirTag in her seat,” I admit. “And I shared my location with you; I’d like the same courtesy. And if you think that’s possessive or?—”

“How long have we been friends?” she asks, and I smile. Then she gasps. “Have you checked in on Lindsey to see how?—”

“I have. She’s still doing it solo. Her brother, Mitchell, is coming in on a redeye. He wants to be here when she wakes up and said he’d like to give me some more intel.”

“Intel?”

“Fucking commandos got me thinking I’m a badass, too.” I chuckle.

“Boone, you saved my life today, took a bullet for me. Youarea badass.”

“I’ll take every bullet for you.”

Her brows shoot up. “How many more do you think I got coming?”

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