Page 86 of Reclaim (Deadly Hearts 3)

“Thank fuck, because David told me I was on the no wet dick list…”

I let out a loud laugh. “No wet dick list! Love it.”

“He read it in a book…one of those paranormal romances he likes.”

“Well, you definitely were, but not anymore. Come here.”

It takes three of his giant strides to reach me and wrap his arms around me, lifting me off my feet as he kisses me deeply. He places me on the counter and steps back to pull off the sweats I'd changed into a while ago.

“Your sister,” I hiss at him.

“Don’t care, sorry, I need you.”

“Fucking hell,” I growl when he shoves my legs open and unzips his fly. “Please don’t wake up,” I mutter.

He gives me a sassy smile, drags me to the edge of the counter and drives his engorged cock straight into me without any messing about.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” he groans softly. “This time, I’m coming inside you if I have to hold you down while I do it.”

“It’s a good thing I love you or I would take massive offense to that, and you know what happens when I get mad…”

He pounds into me even harder, almost hurting me.

It’s the best hard and fast fuck I’ve ever had.

“I do. It’s a fucking turn on,” he pants. “Come for me, sweetheart. I need to feel you.”

I don’t make him wait long. My pussy clenches around his cock within seconds of his request. I grab his shirt and muffle my cry against his chest. In the next heartbeat, he thrusts so deep, I almost weep with the intensity it causes in my whole body, and then he grunts, shooting his load into me. I wrap my legs tight around him, holding him close.

“I love you,” I rasp.

“I love you more,” he whispers.

“Oh, my EYES!” Linda’s voice roars at us, having walked out of the bedroom and down the hallway, not unexpectedly.

Laughing, I grab the tea towel from the counter and hold it up around our joined parts so she can’t see us, but she has her hands over her eyes.

She hastily retreats, muttering about bleach, and then shouts back, “If I’m coming to work for you, there’ll be none of this, do you hear me!”

“Noted!” I call back.

“Work for you?” Layton asks, withdrawing his massive, wet cock and stuffing it back in his pants.

“Yeah. I offered her a job. I hope that’s okay. She’ll be safe, I promise.”

He nods slowly. “You did that for her?”

“She is an amazing woman. So strong. I will do what it takes to bring her back to the real world.”

“You are the sweetest, most violently aggressive woman I know, and I worship you,” he murmurs, kissing my forehead. “Thank you.”

Smiling into his chest, I feel warm and fuzzy inside, knowing that I’ve helped someone. Or helping is probably better. Linda, Tiff, and Beth all have a way to go before they trust again, and I just hope that I can be there to show them it can be done with the right man…or men, in my case.

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