Page 140 of Beautifully Shattered
“You make me sound like I’m going to sprout horns.”
“I think you already have.” I tap my gloves to hers, and this time, she starts moving and we circle each other again. “Now, before you ask or yell at me again, I can confirm that we’ll go to the compound for church on the weekend, butyouwill not be breaking Jols out.”
She opens her mouth to argue, so I swing at her, and she dodges at the last second.
“JD is responsible for sorting that shit out with Smitty. Not you,” I rush out, blocking her swing with my arm.
“So what? JD’s gonna kidnap her?” she asks, lunging for me and nearly falling when I slip out of the way, gritting my teeth as my side burns from the sudden movement.
Ignoring any pain I feel, I seize my moment, crashing into her and sending us down to the ground, pinning her in place with her face pressed to the grass.
“JD is going to talk with Smitty.” I breathe against her ear, feeling my cock leap to life at the way it’s pressed into her arse, the pain in my side forgotten. “And if that doesn’t work, JD will either be dead or running for his life, at which point he’ll probably drag Jols with him.”
Abbey giggles. “That’s your plan?”
“That’s my plan.” I press my lips to her cheek, and she relaxes under me, not even trying to get me off her.
“What are the chances of you sending the men away so we can have some privacy?” she whimpers, pressing her arse back onto my hard length, and I groan.
“You’re killing me, Angel.”
“I thought I was your demon.”
“No,” I nipat her ear. “No matter what you say, or how demonic you act, you’ll always be my Angel.”
A loud whistle has my ears pricking before I hear Riggs call to his men.
“Mikey, pull the van up here. Everyone else, inside for a briefing.”
I fucking grin.
Riggs, my man. I’ll have to thank him later.
“What’s happening?” Abbey asks as I roll my hips, getting a better feel of her arse against my cock.
“Riggs is giving us some privacy.”
The sound of the van pulling up draws our attention as it parks and blocks the view of the house, which means I can’t scare my ma when I make my wife come.
I can feel Abbey’s breathing deepening as we watch Mikey’s feet get out of the van and hurry into the barn, and the moment I hear the door shut, I lean over awkwardly, giving my Angel a heated kiss.
“Cam,” she breathes as our lips clash in a messy, frantic attempt, my hands roaming down her sides.
“Lift up so I can get to you,” I mutter, breaking the kiss as she lifts her hips as much as she can with me on top of her, and I slip my hand down the front of her gym pants and into her panties. “Fuuuck, Angel. You’re so slick for me.”
I know she still has a bit of spotting, but I can tell the difference between that sort of wetness and the one her body produces when she’s turned on.
“Just take them off and fuck me here in the grass,” she begs, thrusting against my hand, my palm pressing into her mound as my fingers tease her entrance.
“You’re not having my cock yet,” I growl, thrusting against her from behind, wishing like fuck we were both naked and I could give her what she wants.
Only a couple more weeks.
“Just fuck my hand the way you want,” I rasp, getting fucking carried away. “I wanna feel you drench it.”
She grinds so hard onto my hand that my fingers nearly slip inside her, my lips pressing to her ear as I fucking pant like a dog in heat.
“Please. Cam. Please put them in,” she begs, and fuuuck, I can hardly hold back.
