Page 35 of Hidden By the Convicts
As she rubbed against his cock, his eyes rolled back. It felt so fucking good. He’d forgotten what it meant to be with a woman, to have someone hold him intimately and make him feel alive again.
She stopped moving. “Are you okay, Bowen?”
He opened his eyes, let his hands skim over her shirt to her cheek. “Just trying to figure out if I’m still dreaming.”
That made her smile, and it was a glorious smile. She lifted her hips and slowly sank down onto his tip. Sheer bliss, but seeing her expression, her eyes grow wide as she took him deep, made him feel whole again. He now knew his purpose here on Narkos. Not to feed thousands of prisoners and guards, but to protect her, this beautiful woman who had such strength to her but didn’t know it.
Yet.
He didn’t care how long it took; he would see to it that she knew just how precious and strong she was.
When she lifted again and crashed down, he felt the need to move, to fuck, to take control, but he didn’t dare move, not with how she looked down at him, so trusting. And a little confused too.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Mmm. Good. Really good.”
The door opened just then, Harlis bounding in. Bowen reached up to grab Teagen and swing her between him and the wall to shield her, but the moment his arms gripped hers, her smile dimmed.
“I won’t hurt you,” Bowen reminded, as he fought his instinct to hide her from Harlis’s prying eyes. Instead of moving her behind him, he pushed her golden curls behind an ear. Her face eased, the hint of a smile there. It had been the right move, not dominating over her physically. “But Harlis is here, beautiful.”
She glanced over her shoulder, some surprise filling her face as if she was just noticing Harlis. She didn’t move to get off Bowen. Confusion filled her face.
“Hey, talk to me, Teagen,” Bowen urged, his hand stroking her arm, wishing she weren’t wearing that damn shirt still so he could soothe her better. But that shirt gave her confidence.
“Never mind me,” Harlis said, flopping onto the middle bed. “My brain’s fried. Need a catnap before third shift.”
“Leave,” Bowen ordered, without taking his eyes from Teagen.
“And miss this? Hell no.”
She laughed just then. Genuine and carefree. At that moment, Bowen knew he’d do whatever she wanted, whatever brought that smile to her face.
She started moving again, with more passion than before. Damn Harlis knew how to put her at ease.
Another thrust nearly made Bowen explode, but he wanted to last for her. “You’re killing me,” he said in good fun.
“Yeah, take it easy on him, princess,” Harlis said. “He’s old.”
“Fucking going to break his neck,” Bowen mumbled, but then her lips were on his and he forgot about everyone and everything except the beautiful woman on top of him.
Her muscles squeezed, and he couldn’t hold on any longer. His orgasm took over his brain and body, and she arched her back, her chin tipping up just as a sultry moan filled the room.
Even as she pushed against his chest for leverage, he couldn’t let go of her forearms. The need to touch her still so great.
When her body finally relaxed, his hands fell to her thighs, where he drew small circles. “Fucking fantastic.”
“Sure was,” Harlis said from his bed, where his dick was out of his pants.
Teagen glanced over at Harlis, laughed, and collapsed against Bowen’s chest. He wrapped his arms around her, his cock still inside of her as her head settled against him, fitting nicely under his chin. “I could stay like this forever,” he said.
“Me too.”
“Me three.”
“I’m fucking going to kill him,” Bowen swore, but this time when Teagen laughed, he joined her.
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