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I devoured her like she was my first meal after a year of starvation. I teased her until she couldn’t stand it, smiling as I damn near drowned in her juices.
She breathed heavier.
Her hips moved faster.
And then a soft cry left her lips as her body shook with her orgasm, shuddering against my mouth even as she tried to put distance between my tongue and her sensitive pussy. But her hips bucked right into me, and I lapped her up, sucking her clit and showing her exactly what she needed. What she liked.
“Pike!” she squealed and then collapsed forward, breathing heavy and laughing. “Holy hell.”
I laughed but her sweet pussy was still right there, and I wasn’t satisfied. Not yet. I held her to me and sucked on her clit, sliding one finger into her until she surprised herself by coming again.
“My. God.”
I laughed, pressing a kiss to her pussy before she slid down my body and rested on top of me. “Yeah. That was fucking incredible.”
She pulled back and stared down at me. “Yeah?”
I nodded. “Hell yeah, I had to stop myself from holding your hair and fucking that sexy mouth of yours.”
Heat flared in her gaze. “Would you like that?”
My cock twitched between us, and she giggled. “Is that answer enough?”
She grinned again. “I might like it if, you know, you promised to stop if I needed to.”
I stroked her back without thinking, my fingers gliding up and down her spine, enjoying the way she shivered, and her eyes slid closed.Because of me.“It only feels good knowing that sucking me off is getting you off.”
“But I didn’t come from sucking you off.”
“True, but your pussy was so wet I know that sucking my cock turned you on.”
She shivered. “The sounds you made, they were, um… effective.” Her hips pushed against mine and she gasped at the solid rod she found between us. “Pike?”
“What can I say, having you ride my face also gets me off.”
She sat up and dragged her wet pussy across my cock with a low moan. Over and over she did that, throwing her head back as desire overcame her again. It was a gorgeous fucking sight. “Is this okay?”
I gripped her hips and held her against me, giving her more pressure. “Fuck, yes.”
It took seconds before Chloe came again, coating my cock in her honey. And like a goddamn teenager, I came again all over her thighs, her cunt, and my stomach. “Wow,” she breathed in my ear when she collapsed on top of me.
“If one of us doesn’t leave, I’m going to spend all day buried inside you.”
Chloe shivered. “That sounds so tempting.” Her body shook again. “Really tempting,” she groaned and rocked her hips one last time before she slid away. “Thank you. Just… thanks.” She turned and walked away, oblivious that my gaze was glued to her fine form as she climbed the stairs and disappeared from view.
Chapter Twenty-One
Chloe
Igot lost in the simple tasks associated with making lunch, kneading the bread for a crusty wheat loaf, chopping the vegetables for beef and lentil stew. Normally it was too warm for stew but here in the mountains with the lake just outside it was colder than normal, and it just felt right.
It felt right when it shouldn’t. It should’ve felt wrong. Should’ve left me off kilter.
It should’ve felt unsettling.
I was stuck in a cabin, literally in a very nice cabin prison with a man who hated me. Okay, he didn’thateme, not anymore. Still, it all should’ve felt wrong, but it didn’t, which made itfeelwrong. It had been two weeks since we started sleeping together, two blissful weeks—minus the ever present fear of the Ghost Riders, that is.
Why was I like that? The first bit of happiness in my life and rather than enjoy it I was trying to overanalyze everything. The food was good. The peace was even better. But the happiness? That lightness in my chest? It shouldn’t be there. Not when I was hiding out to save my life. To save my daughter’s life.
