Page 150 of The Mercenary's Guide to Mishaps and Romance

He grins as he whips my shirt off and tosses it.

“You murdered my vase.”

“It couldn’t handle my heat… but can you?”

“I’m not afraid of your heat,” I say, pulling his pants down while he peppers kisses down my neck. Then I push up off him.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m rewarding you for your new table,” I inform him as I shed my remaining clothes. “Didn’t I promise you that you could fuck me against your table?”

“Oh, fuck yeah you did,” Tavish says as he scrambles after me. He’s so busy trying to get his pants off from around his ankles that he trips and nearly falls. Then he rushes after me, skidding across the kitchen floor on his socked feet before hooking me around the waist and pushing me against the table.

“I’m never going to be able to eat here again after this,” I say.

“Who the fuck eats at the table anyway?” he asks.

I feel his cock rub against my ass as he places a hand against my back, pressing it down until my chest is against the table.

“Fucking hell, what a delightful image. I’m so glad you forced me to buy a table,” he says as he gently smacks my ass.

“Yeah?” I ask as I push my ass back against him. His finger runs down my back so softly that it makes me shiver before it dips down between my ass cheeks. I hear the snap of the lubricant lid, then feel his wet finger running over me before pushing inside me. He knocks my feet apart just a bit as his slicked cock presses between my thighs.

Another finger joins the first, sliding within me, preparing me for the cock that’s to come. His cock brushes against my balls, rubbing between my thighs as my own cock aches for attention. I reach down and stroke myself as he runs soft kisses down my neck and back.

“I want you to fuck me.”

“It’d be my pleasure.”

“It’d be more pleasing if I wasn’t looking at my destroyed vase.”

“Shhhhh, forget the vase.”

“I’m trying, but it’s all I can see.”

“Yeah? Well… what about paying attention to what you can feel instead?” he asks as he pulls his fingers free and presses the head of his cock against my hole.

“Hmm, I think I’m starting to forget about the vase,” I mutter as he slowly opens me up.

“Yeah?”

“I think,” I say. “Hmm… yeah, definitely helping.”

“Good,” he responds as he pushes inside me, his hand sliding around my waist to grip my cock. And once he’s pressed deep inside me, he begins to move, drawing back just enough to drive even further. His hand on my cock, the feel of him deep inside me, pushes pleasure throughout me. With each thrust, his cock fills me up.

I’ve always lived my life being careful, avoiding situations outside my norm, but here I am, throwing myself at life with this man, and I don’t think I could ever be happier. As he touches me, kisses me, and fucks me, I’m drawn deeper and deeper into his embrace.

Tavish makes me feel things I’ve never felt. There’s nothing that I feel like I can’t do with this man. I feel like I could accomplish anything. Not only does he make me feel like a stronger person, he’s made me become one. And maybe it was inside me all along, but I needed him there to guide me. Yeah… maybe I’m not running around stopping bullets or taking down bad guys with watermelon candy. Maybe I’m not willingly jumping out of airplanes and leaping in front of cars, but I would do it for those I care about. Even if I didn’t know a damn thing I was doing, I would do it all for this man.

“I think I love you enough I’d run back to Murder Island for you,” I admit.

He laughs before kissing me. “I think I love you enough that I’d willingly go to Murder Island for you.”

So much pleasure and happiness wrap around me as his cock drives deeper inside me, as his hand pulls me closer to the edge until I can’t take any more. Until he comes inside me with a groan, his hand drawing me over the edge as I reach my own limit.

My breath is heavy as he pulls out of me and flips me over to kiss me. Pulling back and looking into Tavish’s vivid blue eyes, I say, “I’m afraid I’m rushing things, but I can’t get myself to slow down. This is just… not… not how I normally am, you know?”

“I mean… that’s how I live my life. I never knew where each day would take me, so I just lived each day like it was my last.”

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