Page 66 of The Heart We Guard
I suck in a breath as she does as I say.
“Like this?”
“Perfect. Now, kiss me while I fuck you.”
She lowers her lips to mine, and the moment they meet, I begin to thrust.
I’m not sure why I ended up missing her the moment I left her home.
I’m not sure why I had to get shot to find her.
But every part of me settles, because she’s with me now.
And we’re how we’re supposed to be.
I’m going to try not to panic that she’s given me twelve weeks to convince her to stay with me forever.
Greer works me good. The tilt of her hips as I enter her rubs my length the right way. And while I’d like to think I’m doing the same for her, we’ve got time to figure out what really works for the other person, together.
Tonight—well, this morning—has me confident in that.
I place a hand in her hair, getting lost in the feel of her tits rubbing against my chest. The other hand, I trail down over her ass. Carefully, I gather some of her wetness on my finger and drag it up over her asshole.
She jumps, and I stop. “Not dipping in, I promise.”
“Okay,” she says. And I make another note. I’m gonna have to be far more communicative with Greer than I’m used to with the club girls I’ve spent most of the last five years fucking. They know their way around my body. I know my way around theirs. Know what works, what doesn’t. And there’s a weird power dynamic where they’ve given me consent to pretty much do what I please with them.
But this, with Greer, is a completely different connection.
One I’m looking forward to exploring.
I hear the change in her breath when I rub my lubricated finger over the hole. If I’m correct, she’s never been taken here, and it would be an absolute pleasure to show her what she’s missing.
Her pussy clenches around my cock every time I glide over the puckered surface.
“Fuck, Greer,” I groan.
Her hand slides to cup my cheek. A soft and gentle stroking of my face that is completely at odds with the way I’m railing her hard.
Yet, it’s that single point of connection that tips me over the edge.
When I come inside her, I can barely breathe. I suck in a gasp as everything in my body explodes. My cock pulses so completely and painfully that it’s impossible to find words for just how good it feels. From the moment she showed up on the clubhouse lot to now, she’s all I’ve thought about.
Even letting us both come down gently feels better than I’ve ever had it.
But…fuck…
“Hope that didn’t bother the baby.”
Greer chuckles against my neck. “It hasn’t developed a fully formed brain to even think about what we are doing. And, no, you can’t squash it.”
“Thank fuck.” Wrapping my arms around Greer, I relax with a sense of completeness and gratitude.
“So, what happens now?” Greer asks, her voice muffled against my shoulder.
“Well, for the next five minutes, we lie here like this so we can just reassure each other everything we did was welcome and good. And we tell each other if there’s something we did that we didn’t like. And then, when we’ve come down and are cool, we’ll sleep a little while longer. After that, we’ll get cleaned up and get on the road.”
I feel the breath she blows out against my neck. It’s a slow and steady stream of air.
