Page 42 of Protected By the Convicts
Home. With Hannah. He knew exactly what she meant. He’d only known her a few months, but she was what had been missing in his life. The solid foundation on which to build a future. Being high, making a breakthrough in his research. . . nothing would ever compare to being with her. She was his salvation, his very own personal salvation.
“I worry about you, Sersie.”
“Because I’m unstable?”
“Unstable. . .” She chuckled, sounding more relaxed, more like herself. “You’re more stable than ninety-nine percent of the population here, Company personnel included. Especially Company personnel.”
“Has someone been bothering you, Hannah?”
She turned onto her side and caressed his cheek. “Never mind me, Sersie. I’m wallowing in self-pity and memories. Will you just hold me?”
“I’m already holding you.”
“I want to feel you, Sersie. Really feel you. I want you inside me, so it feels like nothing will happen to me, to any of us.”
He propped himself up on his elbow. “Something has happened.”
“I’ve just been thinking about when you leave here.”
“Where am I going?”
“When your time is up, I mean. When you return to Argus.”
He let himself fall back to the mattress. “That’ll never happen. Dresden’s going to keep Vaughn, Ren, and me here forever. But you and Ky’Li will be gone in ten years.”
Now she propped herself up. Dark green eyes stared down at him. “Either way, sooner or later, one or more of us will leave. I don’t want to lose you. Any of you.”
“I guess we’ll just have to make a point to obey Dresden’s rules, earn our way off this rock. He might be willing to combine our owed time and average it out, so we can all get released at the same time. I’ve seen it happen before.”
“That would work.”
He hated giving her false hope, but she seemed to need it. She’d learn the hard truth soon enough; Dresden never did anything unless there was something in it for him.
“But if you leave here, before me, I want you to start your life over. Find someone special to be with.”
“What the hell are you talking about, Hannah? Why would I do that? I can’t speak for the others, but I don’t want to find anyone else. And my guess is they don’t either.”
She stared up at the ceiling.
“One day at a time, Hannah? Okay?” he said as he played with her breast. He couldn’t resist the hard peak any longer. He flicked the rosy nipple before drawing it into his mouth and positioning himself over her.
Her hand sank into his hair and then slid down his back. Nails dragged lightly over his shoulders, exciting him as his hand drifted over her stomach to her folds.
“Wet for me, Hannah.”
“Of course,” she said with a playful lift to her brow.
He dragged his hard cock through her folds, loving how her wet heat surrounded him, welcomed him. He belonged here, with her. With his tongue, he teased her other nipple, seeking that seductive moan that always traveled straight to his cock. He glanced up. Dark green eyes watched him, but she’d lost the playfulness of earlier. His Hannah was definitely not herself.
Sersie rolled himself onto his back, pulling her with him. Beautifully expressive eyes widened with the unexpected maneuver. Her full breasts pressed against his chest muscles. Every soft part of her felt glorious against his flesh.
She pushed up into a sitting position, straddling his cock, a very hard cock that sensed the heat of her pussy. Her fingers danced over his chest muscles, weaving across the fine layer of hair. He loved the trust in her eyes when she looked at him. Every glance, whisper, and touch from her made him feel alive.
He hadn’t stopped thinking about yesterday. Taking her from behind in that forbidden place was empowering. He’d felt as if she truly belonged to him, especially with Ren and Vaughn there. He’d been an equal at that moment, and she’d been nothing but open and loving in his arms. But times like this, when it was just the two of them, when he could thoroughly let his guard down, and just be himself. . . These he treasured the most.
“Talk to me, babe.”
“About what?” she asked.
