Page 81 of Beautifully Shattered
He stiffens beneath me. “How’d you know about that?”
“Jols told me,” I admit. “And before you get shitty with her, just remember, she wouldn't have had to tell me if you had.”
With my ear against his chest, I hear the deep rumble of his disapproval as much as I feel it.
“I didn’t want to add to your stress,” he pauses. “What else did Jols tell you?”
I shrug, like it’s no big deal. “She told me where Wendy was being kept.”
“For fuck’s sake.That’show you knew where to find her?” he snaps, and I nod against his chest.
“If you tell her offfor it, I’ll stop speaking to you.”
In an instant, Ringo flips us, pinning me beneath him, his naked body pressing into mine.
Goddamn this post-birth bleeding. I want my panties off and his dick inside me right now.
“You can try to stop speaking to me, Angel. But I can guarantee you’ll be screaming my name in no time when I’m sucking on your needy clit.”
I gasp, slapping his shoulder, and the bed shakes with his rumbling laughter.
“Even so, that’s all you’ll get out of me,” I counter, but hell, who am I kidding? I’ll be putty in his hands.
“You mean I won’t have to listen to any wifely whining?”
My mouth drops open in shock as he snickers, so I pinch his nipples. Hard.
He yelps, laughing as he tries to bat my hands away, before catching my wrists, and pinning them above my head.
“Now look what you’ve gone and done.” He grins down at me, and I can feel exactly what he means, his hard dick pressing into my thigh.
Heat unfurls deep in my core, and I grind against him without thinking. Only feeling. And a moment later, the familiar sensation tingling through my nipples has me stiffening.
“Shit,” I hiss, and Ringo stills, leaning back to get a better look at my face.
“What is it?”
“I’m leaking again,” I admit, sighing.
That unmistakable let-down sensation fizzles in my breasts, reminding me that my body is making milk.
Shifting back a little more, Ringo’s gaze drops to my bare chest, and mine follows, seeing how tightly peaked my nipples are.
“They don’t look full again,” he acknowledges, looking a little confused.
“No… I think it’s because I’m aroused.”
A slow, cheeky grin lifts his lips.
“What a coincidence. So am I.”
I snort a laugh, and he cups my breast, his touch like a soothing heat pack as I arch into him.
“I’m also really fucking thirsty,” he rasps, licking his lips.
I shake my head. “I don’t think we should—”
My words cut off the second his hot mouth closes over my nipple, and just like that, we’re both moaning as we share a pleasure I never knew was possible until tonight.
