Page 184 of Pucking Strong

His thumb presses over my head until my precum makes a little wet spot I know he can feel through the briefs. He hums his approval. “I’m waiting.”

“I said …” My mind is reeling, too distracted by his proximity, the feel of his hands on me. I can never think when he’s touching me. “Fuck, I think I said if he talked shit about you again, I’d do worse than hit him.”

He smiles, giving my dick another teasing squeeze. “And if he touched you? What then?”

I swallow the nerves sitting high in my throat, holding his fiery gaze. Oh, this is so fucking happening. Feeling bold, I wrap my hand around his wrist, keeping his hand in my pants. “I told him I’d run him over in your car and let you fuck me on the hood.”

His gaze is equal parts proud and triumphant. I feel awash in the glow of his approval. “He called you my boyfriend.”

I fight a growl, my grip on his wrist tightening. “We’re not boys, and you’re not my friend. You aremine, Henrik. Flesh of my flesh, and bone of my bone. I mean to pass through this life as your other half.”

He nods, his smile tender and beautiful as a fucking sunrise. “Two halves made whole.”

I sigh, my forehead dropping to the middle of his chest.

“What do you need?” His free hand strokes my shoulder as his thumb circles the tip of my dick again, making me twitch. “Say it.”

Leaning away, I hold his gaze, hoping he can see how desperate I am, how needy for him. “Make us whole? Right here. God, baby, this time I’m the one begging for it.” I work both hands up under his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin against my palms.

His smile falls, and my hands stop their caressing. “You knew he was there tonight. You knew he was watching you.”

My heart stops and the words to an apology are on the tip of my tongue. It takes everything in me to swallow them back. The old Teddy would have fallen over himself to smooth it over, make it right. Even in the car, I was ready to apologize. But in Henrik’s arms, I am remade. He makes me feel confident and in control. With him, I am my truest self. With him, Itrustmyself. No compromises, no making myself smaller.

Squaring my shoulders, I hold his gaze. “I won’t apologize, because I’ve done nothing wrong. His shitty, drunken behavior is his own problem. And I told you he means less than nothing to me.” I cup Henrik’s face, desperate for him to see me in that way only he can. “I would never risk what we have. Not ever. Do you believe me?”

His gaze is molten as he tips his chin, kissing my palm. “I believe you, mitt hjärta. There is only me for you.”

At his endearment, I groan with relief, sinking against him. “God, baby,yes.” I cling to him with both hands, seeking a kiss. He obliges, his lips warm and inviting. I feel fevered, like I’m suddenly crawling out of my own skin.

“Tell me what you need.”

“I need you to touch me everywhere he tried to touch me. Burn his memory from my skin—”

He swallows my plea with another heady kiss. Mouths open, we devour. Gone is all finesse. Like twin fires, we burn. His hands are everywhere, touching every part of me. Our kisses turn into mutual panting as we fight to get closer, pulling at our clothes.

“You’re mine,” he growls against my lips. “My Teddy, my pure heart.”

“Yes,” I chant, jerking my athletic pants down. “Yours.” I don’t care that my bare ass is pressed against the side of his Porsche. I just need my dick out. The cool air is a relief against the fire in my blood. I’m gasping, fisting his hair tight, shoving him to his knees. “Suck me. Suck my dick. Baby, please.”

My man goes so willingly. He drops to the gravel with a hungry groan and grabs me by the hips, sucking my hard length to the back of his throat.

“Fuck!” I tip my head back, lost to the sensation of him pleasuring me. His mouth is so warm and wet, his beard bristling against my sensitive skin. I weave my fingers into his thick hair, gripping tight. He likes a little roughness, likes when I guide and pull. When I start to rock with my hips, fucking his face in earnest, I’m rewarded with the most perfect humming moan that vibrates down my shaft and licks like fire up into my chest.

Oh god, I’m gonna come.

The stars blink overhead. Just beyond the dune, the ocean laps at the sand. Too many cadences at once—my racing heart, the lull of the waves, Henrik sucking and bobbing on my dick like he’s trying to win a goddamn medal. He reaches a hand between my legs, his fingers brushing along my taint, and I buck into his mouth. “Oh, fuck!”

I feel like a desperate teen about to get caught. I mean, weareout in the open, exposed to the wilds. My god, I think there are pumas in this part of Florida. And another car could come along at any moment. I hear them rushing past out on the highway. I see the flicker of their headlights through the fronds of the shrubby palms.

We should stop. We have a perfectly good bed at home where there’s no risk of getting caught—

Henrik pops off my cock and stands, panting for breath. Grabbing my arm, he tugs me over to the front of the Porsche. “Turn around,” he growls. “Hands on the hood.”

Gazing up at him like he’s the answer to every unsolved problem of the universe, I smile. “Make me.”

He blinks twice, translating both the words and my intention.Then he lunges. An excited laugh bursts out of me as he grabs me around the middle and turns me to face the car, shoving my shoulders down. I’m practically preening as my husband bends me over the hood of his sexy sports car, my hands splayed against the sleek blue paint.

I’m so full of my own gloating, I don’t even register the first slap. A surprise gasp escapes my lips as I rock forward. Then I feel the sharp, nettling sting on my ass cheek. Eyes wide, I glance over my shoulder.

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