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He let go of one hip and slowed his pace. “Press your ass against my groin. That’s a good girl.” He used the freed space to wriggle his hand between her pelvis and the mattress, finding her clit and settling his finger on the hood. He teased the skinand started to lazily pull out and sink back in. She went off like a firecracker, but he didn’t stop.

Gripping her hip again, he fucked in and out of her, enjoying her moans and her cunt’s after-orgasm quivers. He slid his hand from her hip to her nape and immobilized her even more without losing his rhythm.

Like a good little submissive, she melted into the mattress. She wasn’t a good subbie, because she was keeping secrets from him, but he would get to the bottom of that later. For now, he would enjoy her.

Once he let go of her hips, he pressed himself up on his hands, changing his angle. He stared down at the apex of her thighs. “I love stuffing you full.” He withdrew, loving how her blazing hot pussy greedily sucked at him. His shaft glistened with her juices. He sank back in, swiveling his hips and angling a bit more. She stiffened. “Is that your sweet spot, babygirl?” He pulled out, cocked his hips, and surged back in. She moaned.Bingo!

Keeping the angle so he hit her G-spot with every thrust, he fucked her harder. With every forceful surge deeper, he drove her higher, demanding everything she had to offer. His balls tightened, and the telling tingle at the base of his spine warned him he was close. Wanting her to go over with him again, he released her wrists from the shirt and urged, “Finger yourself, babygirl, while I fuck you into the mattress. Come for me one more time.”

Asha gasped. “I don’t think I can.”

“Yes, you can. And you will. For me.” He slowed his pace, adding a hip swivel when he sank back. “Do it.”

Forcing himself to still, he waited for her compliance with his shaft almost completely withdrawn from her body. He held his breath as she hesitated for a few seconds. Then she maneuvered her right arm beneath her body, and when he sank deep, hecould feel her rubbing her clit. He had to grit his teeth, because it felt too damn good.

“Good girl. Ready?”

“Yesss.”

Widening his arms and pressing his toes and knees into the mattress for purchase, he began to hammer into her. She went rigid beneath him and stopped breathing before letting out a loud scream as her pussy spasmed and clamped down on his cock.

“God. Damn.” He slammed into her—one, two, three times before letting his release take over. He exploded, filling the condom, crossing his eyes as she milked him with her inner muscles.

His ears rang, his heart was pounding so hard he feared he might pass out. He lowered himself to his elbows, afraid he would collapse on top of her, and pressing his groin against her buttocks, rolled to his side. Spooning her from behind, he held his still-hard cock inside her, while he came down from his high.

When his breathing was somewhat more normal and he was certain his voice would work, he kissed her shoulder and mumbled, “That was amazing.”

“Uh-huh,” she slurred. “Amazing.”

He chuckled. His dick slid from her body, reminding him of his duties. “Need to clean up, babe.” He balked at the idea of leaving the bed, but years of self-discipline made him get up and go to the bathroom.

Chapter Ten

The July sun blazed over Peaceful, its golden light warming the streets and fields that stretched out beyond the town limits. Zane stepped out of his truck, the casserole dish balanced under his arm. He’d slept in, and after waking and having a long, hot shower, he craved to see his girl.

His movements were slower than usual. Back-to-back shifts at the station had drained him. Normally, the crew followed a structured twenty-four hours on, forty-eight hours off rotation, but this week had been chaos. A stomach bug had swept through the team, thinning their already stretched ranks. Zane had pulled a triple shift—seventy-two hours straight, with barely a moment to sleep on the thin cot in the station.

It wasn’t only the grueling hours that weighed on him. Peaceful wasn’t feeling so peaceful these days. Three weeks ago, a wildfire had torn through the forest on the outskirts of town. At first, they’d chalked it up to careless campers, but the flames had spread too fast, the damage too extensive for a single campfire to have caused it. Then there had been the dumpster fire behind the high school two weeks past. It had scorched the building’s brick wall, leaving blackened scars that would take months tofix. The only reason the entire school hadn’t gone up in flames was because an alert passerby had seen the smoke and doused the blaze with a fire extinguisher before calling the station.

But the fire that really got under Zane’s skin had happened three nights ago. Tate MacCready’s car had gone up in flames in the middle of the night, parked right in his driveway. Tate was one of Peaceful’s most respected residents—a dedicated high school teacher and mentor to countless students. Hell, he’d beentheirteacher and mentor!

Zane couldn’t fathom why anyone would target Tate, let alone his new hybrid, so he had pulled the police chief into it. Lou had been clear: these weren’t random accidents. Someone in Peaceful was deliberately setting fires, and Zane couldn’t shake his resultant sense of growing unease. They didn’t have the resources to deal with an arsonist.

Still, none of that mattered right now. Not when his body and mind perked up at the sight before him.

Asha opened the door before he even knocked, her smile hesitant but warm. Just like that, the exhaustion pressing on his shoulders and the worry gnawing at his mind faded. His girl. And she was his, damn it, whether she fully realized it yet or not. Her soulful brown eyes met his, and the sunlight caught the deep, lustrous tones of her hair, sending a jolt of pure energy straight through him.

“Hey.” She flicked her gaze to the dish he carried. “You didn’t have to…”

“This is yours,” he said gruffly and thrust the dish toward her, the tension in his chest lessening when her hands brushed his.

“You’re returning the dish?”

Zane cracked a small smile despite himself. “Figured I’d trade it in for a coffee.”

She laughed and stepped aside to let him in. Her laughter was balm to his frayed nerves, soothing the part of him that hadn’t fully relaxed in days.

Inside, the scent of freshly brewed coffee wrapped around him like a welcome hug. He followed her to the kitchen, every step lighter than the last as his exhaustion receded into the background. She poured him a mug, her movements graceful but edged with a nervous energy he couldn’t quite place.

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