Page 68 of Bullet

I twist my arms around his neck, holding onto him fiercely, almost protectively. He does the same, clinging to me, and though I know he’d never say it, he’d never call me his because that would be like stuffing a wild animal into a cage, I feel it with every thrust and every pound of my heart.

I’m no less his for belonging to me too.

He grasps my face around the chin suddenly, tenderly, forcing me to look at him like he needs the communication of our souls and minds, even if it’s unspoken.

I stare into his eyes as I roll my hips, each time taking him deeper, matching every thrust.

A fierce pride rattles through me, swelling my chest that I can do this. My body can do this. I’m a perfect fit. It seems impossible that anything could be this good.

I grind my nails into Bullet’s shoulder, tearing at the leather as I try to shift to take him deeper, even though every thrust has me grinding down on his zipper. It’s painful, but that twinge every time blends with the sweetness of being filled so full, of him hitting places inside me I have never even discovered on my own.

Bullet slants his mouth over mine, crushing our lips together. His kiss is somehow tenderness and fire wrapped up together. I moan against the exquisite taste of him. I can taste myself there too, lingering. It’s a little bit alarming and strange, but as Bullet teases his tongue into my mouth and strokes mine, scraping his teeth over my lips as he pulls back and surges forward again, fucking me with his mouth the way he is with his cock, I can’t say it’s not blistering hot.

Bullet tears his mouth away from mine, picks me up, and rams me down hard on his cock. He bites my breast as my back arches, and they get thrust into his face. His teeth sink into my nipple through the fabric. He’s feral and losing control fast, but even though he’s rough, it’s a good rough.

He drives himself deep inside me, fucking me up and down as if I’m boneless, and when he sucks my nipple through the wet fabric and his cock hits the deepest spots inside of me, it pushes me to the point of breaking.

“That’s it,” he coaxes in a brutal growl. “I want to watch you come again, Lynette. I want to watch you come on my cock the way you did on my tongue. So fucking beautiful that I lose my mind. The most beautiful sight in the world.”

His cock kicks inside me, throbbing with his words. Another brutal thrust and the fact that I know he’s watching me tears down the last vestiges of my will.

I plunge into another climax so powerful that it’s almost terrifying.

I writhe against him, scrabbling at his jacket, my head titled back, panting and crying, chanting his name, while my body turns into molten heat and brutal electricity. The climax sweeps through me, and Bullet is right there, right about to come so deep and hot inside, as I ripple all around him, when a scream rents the air, followed by a terrible bellow and a mournful howl.

I slam back into my body, scrambling off Bullet so quickly that I get hit by several cornstalks. I bypass my strewn clothes and my boots, racing headlong through the field, stumbling down and then up the ditch, to Bullet’s bike.

Cows are one thing, but what the hell was that scream, and that howl? Wolves? Someone in trouble?

“Lynette?”

I search Bullet’s saddlebags until I find what I need. The gun he’s stashed there. I knew it couldn’t be on him. He’s still wearing his clothing and there was no gun-sized bulge anywhere.

He hobbles through the ditch, cursing and hopping on one leg because he doesn’t have his boots on, and he must have stepped on thistles.

Thorns or not, he races straight for me and quickly grabs the gun out of my hand. “It was just a fox. I know the scream was terrifying, but I promise, that’s all it was. It startled some ofthe cows and the hound from down the road.” Bullet’s big body blocks mine, acting as a shield. His hands come down on my shoulders, steadying me.

I’m blisteringly aware that I’m naked except for my tank top.

Bullet tucks the gun back into his saddlebag, then drapes his jacket over me. It’s so big that it reaches down to my waist, but my bits are still sticking out.

“Hey. It’s okay.” He sweeps me up, tucking me in his arms so that he blocks what the jacket can’t, and then he carries me down the ditch, back to the blanket and our clothing.

My banging heart thrashes messily in my chest. I’m still half drunk on the orgasms I just had. “Fuck. I’m so sorry. I ruined this, didn’t I?”

Bullet sets me down on the blanket and gathers up my clothes for me. In my hurry to tug them on, I bump straight into him. He groans. I whip around, trying to see where he’s hurt. My eyes go straight to his groin. “Oh my god. Did I hurt you?”

“I’ll live.”

“I did hurt you, didn’t I?”

He tries to keep the pinched expression off his face, but I see it all too clearly. He was just about to come and he’s still hard as a rock.

“I’m so sorry.” I clap a hand over my mouth but can’t control the hysterical giggle that bursts out. “Shit. I’m not laughing at you. This isawful. It’s probably the worst experience you’ve ever had.”

He drops his hands to my waist, caging me in his thick arms. His lips graze my forehead tenderly. “You’re the best experience.”

I hug him hard, still unsure that he’s even okay.

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