Page 106 of Twisted Trust
“Fuck!” she gasps hoarsely and her head falls back.
The ends of her hair tickle my forearms and with her throat exposed, I can’t resist sinking my teeth lightly around where her pulse flutters desperately beneath her skin.
“I’m gonna?—”
“Do it,” I command in a low voice, my own words just as breathless. “Come for me, Maeve. You’ve been so good. Come for me right now!”
A switch flips and she does exactly that.
Her body tenses like a board, her breath catches in her throat, and her hold on me becomes vise-like. Soft, short gasps escape her parted lips as her core clenches rhythmically around my cock and she finally finds her end. One of her legs grows rigid and falls away from me as the force of her orgasm forces her body to straighten out, then a flurry of frantic moans escapes her parted lips.
I throw her back down onto the bed, claim her mouth in a deep, possessive kiss, and fuck her in a frantic, powerful flurry until I find my own end deep inside her, exactly where I belong.
Her moans turn to screams, then to gasping pants and finally, we collapse together in a sweaty puddle in one another’s arms. The sheets have been kicked away long ago, so our body heat is the only source of immediate comfort.
“Wow,” Maeve groans against my chest, her cheek resting above my heart while I trail my fingers lazily over her bare shoulder. “Maybe I should get shot more often.”
“Let’s not put that to the test,” I murmur, tilting my head down and kissing her damp hairline. “I don’t need a reason to fuck you like this.”
“Really?” She lifts her head and shifts her hips against me until the searing heat of her core is pressed against my thigh. “If I wasn’t so exhausted, I would shit talk you into fucking me again.”
“I might need a moment.” Laughing softly, I continue mapping out invisible patterns along her upper arm. “My dick needs a second or two.”
“Wow, so the stud can’t go all night long?” Maeve groans and sits up, pouting dramatically. “Whatever will a girl do?”
“Hey!” My hand slides around her back as she sits up, so I caress around to her breast and sharply tweak her nipple, earning a gasp and a slap to my wrist. “I don’t need my dick tofuckyou, but it was integral to what I just did. If you don’t need anexactrepeat, then I can offer a suggestion…”
I sit up slowly and slide my hand around her neck, caressing her jaw, but before either of us can say anything else, Maeve’s stomach gurgles loudly between us. We both glance down and in a split second, we’re laughing so hard I almost have tears.
“Sorry,” Maeve gasps as she caresses her stomach. “Guess I could use a break.”
“Let me get some food.”
“You really are the perfect man,” Maeve teases softly.
After a kiss, I slide from the bed and use the phone to call down to the kitchen requesting an array of snacks that grows longer and longer as I realize just how hungry I’ve become too. With it all in order, I end the call and spot Maeve out past the double doors, standing on the balcony dressed in one of the silkrobes. Snatching another off the back of the chair, I drape it around my shoulders and head out to join her.
“Careful,” I murmur while sliding my arms around her waist from behind. “You’ll catch your death out here.”
Snow has well and truly come to New York. It started falling almost immediately when we landed a couple of days ago after rescuing Maeve from Antony. That was the last straw and she was clear. She never wanted to see Las Vegas ever again, so I brought her back to New York and into one of the penthouse apartment buildings I own. Below us, the city is covered in white like a gigantic winter wonderland playground and even now, snowflakes drift and spiral in the air around us.
“I like it,” Maeve murmurs as she holds out one hand to catch some of the flakes. “I need things to be different.”
“They will be.” I nuzzle gently into the top of her head. “I promise.”
“Does it scare you?” Maeve’s hand weaves back and forth through the snow-filled air. “Everything Antony did?”
“It scares me that he nearly took you from me. I’ve never felt fear like the moment you got shot.”
“Even though I was protected?”
“I had no guarantee he’d shoot you in the chest. Anywhere else and I…” I can’t think about it. Every time I do, my chest becomes an iron cage and I can’t even breathe. My arms tighten around her waist. “We don’t need to think about that now.”
“I can’t stop,” she whispers. “It’s okay when I’m with Scott or we’re fucking but any moment I’m not active, it’s all I think about.”
“Tell me, then.”
“I can’t believe he was following me all those years. That he knew nothing about me and decided I would be the perfect scapegoat for his plan, and then when it failed, I was just an insurance policy. Pretending to be my friend, to care about meand my son? I trusted him.” She slowly turns to face me and her hands rest on my arms. “I really trusted him.”
