Page 23 of Finding Denver
I sit up and slip my fingers out of her, and she whimpers at the loss until she feels the tip of my cock replace them. She glances down, pausing the toy.
“Did I say stop?” I ask, and she shakes her head, sliding the toy back inside herself just as I push my cock deeper.
Her eyes widen. “Ranger.”
“Yes?” I inch more of myself inside her.
“I … do you … can I take both?” She’s breathless and fucks herself faster, hypnotized as she watches my hips get closer to hers, her tight ass enveloping my cock. I pause and she breathes out, “Please don’t stop.”
My hand is around her throat again. “Do you want both or not?”
“Yes.” She nods slowly. I move deeper. “Yes, oh God, yes?—”
She’s never been so tight. So warm. So fucking delicious. Her ass stretches around me, and she buries the toy deep in her pussy.
“Fucking God,” I whisper. “This is the only way I’d everlet you feel this, Denver. If another man ever touched you like this?—”
“Tell me what you’d do,” she gasps.
“I’d kill him,” I say, fucking her ass slowly. She opens her eyes, dazed with lust. “If any man touched you like this, I’d slit his throat and reclaim you.”
I kneel up, gripping her thigh with one hand and the toy with the other, and I fuck her. My thoughts are a mess, my entire focus on her. How tight she is, how beautiful, how mine. I fuck her ass and keep the toy buried deep in her pussy, and she reaches down and plays with her clit.
“Reclaim me,” she whispers, her cheeks pink. “I’m yours.”
“Fucking mine,” I say breathlessly.
“Yours.” Her fingers move faster, and her eyes close. “Oh God, I’m yours?—”
Her orgasm is like a fist squeezing my cock. I curse, I groan, drop my head back and come inside her, the pleasure thick, heavy waves. Denver’s cries echo my moans, and as she slumps back against the bed, I pull out and fall next to her, my chest heaving.
We’re quiet while oxygen returns.
I go to the bathroom and switch off the shower, then return with a warm, wet washcloth and clean us both.
She moans softly. “That feels nice.” Once I’m finished, I drop the cloth and lean over her, kissing up her chest. Sometimes I think I might enjoy these moments as much as the sex—just us, coming down from a high only we can give each other.
Something I could lose.
The conversation about the McEwans forces its way through the bliss. If she’s considering buying other land, then she’ll discuss it with Samuel first. He’llbe on board because he wants this to work as much as Denver does and has the connections to make it happen. I may have stopped this deal, but I won’t be as lucky next time.
I have to do something and now.
I kiss up her neck. “Did you hear anything back from the mayor?”
She sighs. “No. Nothing. Can’t you get him to call me back? He’s under your thumb, isn’t he?”
Yes, he is. And he has called me in a wild panic at least twice this week because Samuel has been on his case.
“I tried.” I nibble her ear. “Someone else must be paying him. Or …”
“Or?”
I lift up so I can look down at her. “Are you sure you didn’t make a mistake?”
Her hurt barrels into me. “Ranger, I did everything by the book. I did everything right, I swear I did, I—” She chews her lip.
I dig deeper, searching for that doubt. “But something went wrong. Someone fucked up.”
