Page 116 of The Mercenary's Guide to Mishaps and Romance

“Feels so fucking good,” I murmur.

“Good. Me too,” he says as he pulls back just enough to thrust into me. Pleasure sparks inside me, filling me as his gentle thrusts deepen. His hand trails down to my cock, bumping into my hand before taking over the job with significant skill. I mean, I’m well aware of how to stroke my own cock, but it feels nothing like having his hand on me. Whether it’s my body just loving the touch of another or it’s the way my body feels enticed by everything he does, I don’t know. I can’t get enough of him, and every touch is hypnotizing.

I guide him down for a kiss as he rocks his hips, pressing deep inside of me. And I find myself glad I was able to speak to him about my worries before this, because now that he’s insideme… now that he’s drawing my body deeper and deeper into pleasure, I’m not sure how I could separate anything I’m feeling at this moment from my growing affection toward him.

I might have only known the man for a short time, but I feel like I’ve known him for years and I want to fill many more years with him. I can’t get enough of it, but am I not allowed to be greedy for once?

A moan escapes me as he hits a sweet spot inside me that makes my entire body tense. With every thrust, every stroke, he brings me closer to the edge and further from any chance I ever had of turning away from this. Of telling myself that a life like this might be really fucking scary.

But with him… I don’t even care.

I can’t hold out too much longer. The pleasure is wrapping around me, refusing to let me go, and I don’t want it to. I want to hang on to this with everything I have.

His hand glides down my cock as I tuck myself against him and come. Bliss ripples through me as my fingers dig into his back and his hips rock inside me. He moans as he comes inside me, his hands drawing me in, leaving me breathless.

Tavish’s fingers slide between mine, squeezing my hand as he showers me in kisses before his cock slips out of me.

“Do you want to take a shower with me?” I ask.

“I’d love to,” he says as he pulls me up, never drawing away from me as I’m whisked off to the shower. Once it’s warm, he pulls me under the water and I melt against him, my hands tracing a path down his back. His hands slide down my hips to my ass, a finger sliding between my ass cheeks and over my sensitive skin.

“When I was caressing the cans in the kitchen, I noticed something,” I say.

“What’s that?”

“There was a stack of board games. Maybe you’re due to have your ass kicked inThe Game of Lifewhere your opponent isn’t bound and harassed?”

He tugs me in closer. “I could handle that. Honestly, I’d do anything to make you forgetallabout all of that. And El…”

“Hmm?”

“Thank you for giving me the best birthday I’ve ever had.”

“It… doesn’t sound like it was much of a competition.”

“How about the best day I’ve ever had? Does that work better?”

“Now you’re trying to flatter me into not being ruthless while we play board games.”

“Maybe.”

“Just wait until we play video games. I’ll make you cry,” I say.

“You said that with so much glee in your voice.”

I start laughing, tucking my head against his neck as the water beats down on me. “I’m teasing… kind of.”

“I like that.”

TWENTY-EIGHT

LELAND

“I’m going with you,” Jackson says from where he’s sitting at the table eating breakfast alone. I think he’s gotten used to eating breakfast with Waylon, but since he’s off at his friend’s, he only has me… and I’m leaving. He really shouldn’t worry so much.

“Sweetums. Sugar tart, darling, I’m fine,” I assure him. “Are you feeling lonely? Is that your issue? Hold tight.”

I hurry off and return with Blow-Up Randy, who I tuck onto Jackson’s lap. His inflatable peen is creeping a bit close to his cereal, but hopefully Jackson doesn’t mind.

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