Page 40 of Tossed into the Mob
“You’re so good at this,” I moaned when he slid a hand over my leg. I tensed in anticipation as he gave me a come-hither grin and stroked my cock. My legs trembled and threatened to topple onto the bed. He pumped me, my eyes glazed over, and I begged for more.
Treyton released my dick and pulled the leg around his hip up to his chest to meet the other one. He gripped my knees, and his cock surged inside me. I braced myself against him as he pounded into me. Beads of sweat from the ends of his hairwhizzed through the air and settled on my skin, reminding me of rain drops.
My length bounced with each thrust, and I grabbed it and slid my palm over the shaft. I delighted in him pounding into me as a familiar tug in my belly signaled my climax was barreling toward me. Pleasure radiated over my body, into my dips and curves and as far as my fingers and toes.
I matched his rhythm as I pumped my cock. Even our breathing was in sync. A word popped into my head. Home. Treyton was my home. As if he could read my thoughts, he whispered, “I’ve got you, Brock. Always.”
Salty tears filled my eyes, and I cupped his cheek. I almost said the L word. But it was too soon.
Now we fucked. Hard and fast, and there was no pausing. We both understood we were close, and there were no words, just groans and whimpers, and I held on tight as if this man, this shifter, was my life.
I gripped him hard as he pounded inside me, and whispered I couldn’t hold on. He told me to let go, and it was glorious as heat spread over every part of me, and I yelled his name while waves of ecstasy claimed me.
His body arched and he shuddered, plowing into me one last time before he came.
Treyton held me as our breathing quietened and his knot claimed me.
“I love you,” he murmured against my shoulder.
“Love you right back.” Did I? I did, with my whole heart.
Treyton hadhis arm wrapped around me, and I had one leg thrown over his hip.
His scent which had niggled at me and taunted me since the night Flint told me Dad was alive, was still present, permeating everything in this small space, but it was less urgent and not frantically trying to get my attention. It kinda melded with mine, and if I didn’t want to discuss what having sex meant for us, I would have allowed the aroma to send me to sleep, like a lullaby.
How had I convinced myself that Treyton and I were just friends? It was ridiculous, but I’d been hiding behind those words. They were my armor.
“We need to talk,” we said in unison.
I sat up and fumbled with the lamp. Both of us wanting to have a serious discussion after sex didn’t bode well for a long-term relationship. His dark eyes and pinched mouth didn’t ease my fears, and I dragged the sheet up to my chest. Treyton pulled himself up beside me, but there was space between us. I needed us skin to skin.
“I didn’t tell you the whole truth.”
“Oh, shocker. More secrets.” Ouch! The hurt I was experiencing revealed itself in insults and sarcasm. Not good.
“When I spoke of mates, I talked about them in a general way, how shifters recognize their forever mate by smell… their scent.”
“Go on.”I fiddled with the quilt, wondering why Treyton covered himself in a floral pattern every night when he’d never shown an interest in flowers. But then when would he have? We’d been on the run before I killed a guy. It wasn’t wandering in a garden and discussing horticulture time.
“It’s instant, and there’s no mistaking the mating instinct.”
I gripped the sheet, fearing if I let go, something terrible would happen. We’d just had sex, said the L word, and the Treyton I knew was a good guy. He couldn’t be about to tell me he’d met his fated mate so we were a one-and-done.
I leaned over the bed and grabbed my plastic sword. Wielding it over my head, I yelled, “If this is goodbye because you’ve met your fated mate, me and my sword are going to leave you to the godsdamned zombies.” Whew, that was a lot.
“Oh no.” He quivered, and I turned up my nose at his fake terror. “Whatever shall I do?”
I harrumphed and tossed the sword away and folded my arms instead.
“I have, so there!” He grabbed me and pulled me close before placing his lips on my scalp. “And it’s you, silly.”
My head rested against his chest, and I picked up the change in his heartbeat. It sped up, perhaps because he was awaiting my answer.
“Fine. I’m your mate. No biggie.” Way to underplay one of the most significant events of my life.
Treyton chuckled. “No more tantrums? I rather liked you waving the sword around. Maybe we can role play a gallant knight saving the prince locked up in the tower.”
“You never said anything about us being mates.”
