Page 51 of Protected By the Convicts
“You’re always serious, Vaughn, which is part of what I love about you.” She pulled him down by the collar so she could kiss him. “I know with you around, everyone will stay focused on what they need to. You don’t let us get off track.”
“I’m not a leader.”
“So you keep saying,” she teased again, as she leaned in for another kiss.
Her hand landed on his hip as her tongue swept through his mouth. She made him feel so alive considering how dead he felt at the thought of returning to the med-center to oversee the systemic death of several miners.
He couldn’t kill those men. He just couldn’t.
Dresden would take him away. Vaughn would never see Hannah or the others again.
Vaughn plunged his tongue into Hannah. She stilled, likely surprised by his sudden and ravenous need to take control, to conquer her mouth and her body as she’d conquered his heart. She started moving again, trying to keep up with him. He needed to inhale her, consume everything she was. Goodness and light, and the only joy left in his life. He pressed her against the wall, pushing his hard cock against her belly as he fumbled for the button on her pants.
“We don’t have time,” she said as he shoved the flimsy fabric down.
He kicked her pants away as he unzipped his pants. He lifted her leg to hook around his back and slid into her wet pussy. Green eyes caught him, confused as he kept thrusting. Short strokes lengthened as her hands clasped onto his shoulders.
Her pussy sucked him in, each thrust taking him deeper until he bottomed out.
“I love you, Vaughn,” she whispered as her fingers danced over his shoulder blades and upper back.
“Don’t say that,” he said as he thrust harder. He didn’t like fucking her in anger, especially when he wasn’t mad at her. But he needed to get rid of the anger and she understood him better than anyone.
She opened her mouth to say something, likely intending to soothe him, but he didn’t want succor or understanding. He captured her mouth, trapping her words in a kiss as he brought his hand down between them and stroked her clit. Her moans intensified, shooting through him in a way that brought out the animalistic need to claim her. That’s all he wanted to hear right now. His woman getting off as he fucked her.
Her pussy gripped him. So tight, as if this were her first time. He’d take her in the ass next if he didn’t presently have the inexplicable need to watch her eyes reflect her need to be taken by him.
Another hard thrust and her walls seized his cock, drawing out his release. They stood there together as her pussy milked him and her hands sifted through his hair. Beautiful eyes, half-lidded with that sated look he loved on her, framed the smile that followed.
Utter perfection.
“Quick and thorough,” she said. “And not in the kitchen for once.”
He raised a brow at the idea.
“No,” she said. “We’ll both be late for first shift.”
“I can do quick. I thought I just proved that.” He lifted his brows. He could go for another round. In fact, the idea of bending her over and taking her again already had his cock rising. He moved her hand to his shaft.
“So silky smooth. You drive a hard bargain,” she said, gripping his cock.
“Kitchen now,” he ordered, as he opened the door. She was naked from the waist down still and her perfect ass stood in front of him, tantalizing him with each step.
She stopped in the doorway. “Ren’s in there.”
Hell, he wasn’t waiting for the kitchen. “Hands on the doorframe. Now.”
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HANNAH
Hannah wasn’t sure what was going through Vaughn’s head at the moment, though she was sure it had to do with the trials. He said he’d find a way to make NK171 look like a failure. Hopefully, that would convince Dresden to kick the drug back to Sersie for fine-tuning. How long could her guys bounce the drug back and forth between them?
“Hands on the doorframe. Now,” Vaughn ordered.
She was naked from the waist down, feeling rather exposed standing there in the doorway, especially since she could hear Ren moving around the kitchen. He didn’t have first shift today. Ky’Li and Sersie were already gone.
Talk about vantage points. If Ren leaned forward at the table, he’d see her standing in the doorway to her bedroom, half-naked.
