Page 56 of Connected By Love
“Why?” His lips find my neck, and when they suck hard, I moan as he pulls long and hard on my flesh, knowing he’s leaving me something to remember him by that I may have to cover up for class.
When he releases me, I do the same to him, being turned on by the fact that he won’t be able to hide mine, and everyone will see my mark on him. He groans as I suck harder, his fingers digging into my behind.
“Sorry, you won’t be able to hide that,” I grin at him in amusement but quickly wipe the grin when his eyes burn into mine with intense heat.
“I don’t fucking care who sees it,” he growls. “Let them wonder who I let mark me…who has such a hold on me that the only way I’ll make it through this alive is to keep her as mine until the day I die.” He lines himself up and plunges into me in one deep thrust. “Get those claws out, wildcat. You have a lot more skin to mark and make yours.”
I rake my fingernails down his back, and he growls his appreciation as I grip him harder. I pull on his hair, exposing his neck as I suck deep again. When I bite down hard, he groans loudly and thrusts harder into me.
“Fucking own me, wildcat. Show everyone I’m yours.” His words put me in a frenzy as I use my fingernails, teeth, and mouth to brand him. His moans turn me on to the point where I can no longer hold back, and I cry out as I explode around him.
He slams into me so hard and deep, causing another waveto hit me as my orgasm continues to rock through me, rendering me out of my body.
“Fuck!” I hear him shout off in the distance as he pulses inside of me, giving me every last bit of him that he can give. We both cling to each other as we slowly come back down. I can barely hang on to him. My body feels limp and thoroughly spent.
He walks us out of the pool and over to the outdoor shower before releasing me to the ground. Turning on the water, he gets it nice and warm before I feel his fingers in my hair as he massages the shampoo in and rinses it, adding conditioner.
Once we’re both rinsed off, we get our things, and he hands me a towel from the basket outside. “You’re staying tonight.” He breaks the silence and opens the door for me to step inside.
“Is that a question?” I raise my eyebrows and see him trying to hold back a smile.
“I should be smart and say yes, but we both know how I love to taunt my wildcat.”
“Lucky for you, I’m too bone-ass tired to drive home,” I say, trying to suppress a smile. He walks inside in the light, and I gasp. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry.” I look at all the scratches and red marks on his body. It looks like he’s been attacked by an animal, and that animal isme.
He walks over to the mirror on the wall and grins. “Damn, you did better than I thought you would.” He turns and looks at his back and then his neck.
“I didn’t mean to mark you that much. Does it hurt?” I trace the scratches lightly with my finger and wince when I see the bite mark on his neck.
“Hey,” he says softly, lifting my head with his finger on my chin. “I promise you it didn’t hurt. I told you to, and you exceeded in doing what I said. You can mark me anytime, wildcat. I’ll proudly wear you on my skin. It’s actually making mehard again,” he grins. I glance down and see him ready for me again.
“You can’t be serious. How the hell do you have the energy after what we just did?” Despite being tired, my body betrays me like it always does when I’m near him. I feel myself being turned on and getting wet.
“You just got aroused, too,” he laughs, picking up on my body language and the look I must have on my face. “Admit it.” His eyes shine with laughter.
“What? No. I told you I’m tired.” I try to keep a straight face but can’t help the laugh that escapes.
“You are such a bad liar.” He walks closer to me and swipes his finger through my arousal. He lifts his finger and shows me how it glistens. “Looks like you lied to me.” He sticks it in his mouth and sucks it off. “Tastes like you did too.”
I bite back a moan at the sight of him tasting me. His eyes darken and I’m thrown over his shoulder in a matter of seconds as he takes me to his bedroom.
“Round two, wildcat, but this time, I’ll take it nice and slow because of you beingtiredand all.” He grins wickedly at me as he lowers me to the bed and slowly enters me, giving me just what he said he would. Except there is nothingjustniceabout it. It’s fucking mindblowing, just like it always is between us.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Travis
Max is bouncingin his booster seat, and I can’t help but laugh. He’s been so excited ever since I told him we were going out on jet skis today with Miss Lane. He’s never been out on them before, and you can tell by his face how much he’s looking forward to it.
I roll my window down in my truck and let the warm, salty air hit us as we drive to Sophia’s apartment.
“Miss Lane has been spending a lot of time with us lately. How do you feel about that, buddy?” I glance back in the rearview mirror at him and try to gauge his reaction. I know he loves her as his teacher, but I want to ease him into seeing her as something more to both of us.
“I love it. Miss Lane is the best.” He grins at me before looking out the window at the ocean as we drive alongside it.
“She is the best. Daddy really likes her, too.” I hesitate, unsure of what to say next. This is unfamiliar territory to me. Max has seen his grandparents hug and kiss numerous times, but my brothers and I have always kept Max out of our privatelives. The only one he ever met was Eve, and it took a while for him to quit asking about her after she left Ryder. She had been part of our family since they started dating in high school, and nobody thought twice that she could possibly leave when she met Max. She was like another aunt to him.
I clear my throat and search for the right words. “How do you feel about Daddy and Miss Lane being together as more than friends? Like hugging and kissing?” Is that even the right way to put it? I grip the steering wheel tighter as my palms start to sweat.
