Page 75 of Secret Mission

I suck harder, breathing through my nose, swirling, tightening my fingers against his engorged length. The first warm shot of his cum wrenches a shout out of him.

Humming, I swallow and breathe around him as the salty, hot liquid goes down my throat. Pulse after pulse of salty, delicious release follows until he’s spent, and his legs relax.

Heavens. That was insanely hot.

I’m shaking. My hands are buzzing. The pulse pounding inside of my core is wild and erratic.

My god.

We can’t wait much longer.

I’m a ticking-arousal-bomb. The man is at serious risk of attack. I’ll be throwing him in a closet somewhere if he doesn’t take care of this empty ache soon.

He startles me by dragging me up his body, his hands wrapped around my shoulders. Crashing his mouth into mine, he growls, “Baby, fuck, that was unreal. Your mouth is heaven on earth. Thank you.”

Shakily, I climb off of him when he lets me go. “I think I’m drunk on your cum.”

“My head is in the clouds. We’ll be quite the pair.”

Looking immensely pleased, he follows me to the bathroom, caging me with his arms braced on the sink as I wash my hands and splash my face.

A sound in the hallway outside the hospital room makes us both glance toward the exit. For a beat, we don’t move, but the door stays firmly closed.

“The longer we stay in here, the more Justice is going to give me shit when this is all over. Give me a minute to get cleaned up, and we’ll relieve him of his guard duty.”

“This takes the walk of shame to a whole new level.” As I laugh, I grimace down at my clothing. “There’s also no hope for my clothes. I look like a poster child for a laundry detergent company.”

I tug my shirt, fretting in the bathroom mirror while Truck takes up most of the bathroom.

“Cute as fuck.”

“I look like a drowned version of a Goth sea creature. I didn’t know when I got dressed that I’d be in these clothes for days.”

His chuckle is warm, deep, and curls around me, making me shiver.

“You look fine, take it from me, I’m an expert.”

“At what?”

“Looking at you.”

The eyeroll is real.

“Humor me, I’m just tired and maybe a little freaked out that Justice knows we have been doing something elicit in here...”

“Easy, baby, he won’t embarrass you…too much.”

Laughter swells up inside of me, making my chest shake. “You’re not helping me right now.”

He crowds closer, sliding his hand under my hair. “You’re fine, sweetheart. The boys are guys. They probably wear the same underwear for a week.”

I stare at him in the mirror. “Eeek! I didn’t need to hear that.”

“Just kidding. Kinda. But you can’t hide from them forever. Let’s get back to the farm so you and I can get a shower and get in a real bed. And I’ll even give you my clean clothes to wear.”

As I look at him standing behind me—my protector, my soon to be lover—the unexpected force of nature that tore into my world—a warmth moves through me.

I don’t know how I got here, but all I know is there’s no going back. “Ugh. You make it impossible to resist you.”

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