Page 107 of Resolve (Brazen Bulls Birthright 3)

She played her fingers up and down his shaft, over his now weeping tip, down to riffle over his balls. Every now and then she wrapped her hand around him as if she meant to really go for it, and his hips came off the bed each time, but she always eased her grip before she gave him a couple feather-light pumps.

Occasionally, she looked up at his face, to make sure there was no grimace or other indication of pain he was trying to ignore, but all she saw was hunger.

When his cock was so hard it shook and the tip had swollen and reddened with unassuaged need, Lyra leaned over and put her lips to his tip, slipping her tongue out to take the salty bead that quivered there.

“My fuck,” he breathed. “My fuck, my fuck, fuckyes.” His hand came up to fist her hair, but he didn’t try to exert control.

Lyra opened her mouth and took him in as far as she could. His hips came up high, like he meant to thrust—but then he released and dropped back to the bed. Still letting her drive, despite the evident fierceness of his need. His whole body was tense now and trembling.

Taking his balls in her hand, Lyra sucked and eased her mouth back up his shaft, then down again. Once more back up, and she felt his balls tighten in her hold.

“Ly ... fuck ... I ...”

She sucked him down again, and that was it. He arched sharply up and came, filling her mouth with salty heat. He stayed bowed like that, his body rigid, for so long Lyra began to think something was wrong, but when she eased off to check in with him (and also to swallow), he relaxed. If he hadn’t already been stretched long on her bed, he’d have collapsed into a heap.

The first thing she did was take a look at his bandage. No apparent bleeding or seepage of any kind. Phew. Next, she scooted up and leaned over to get a good look at his face when he answered her question. “Are you okay?”

His eyes fluttered open, and he gave her a loopy grin. “I am better than okay. I think I’m healed. I think you just added fifty years to my life. I’d say somebody should bottle you and produce world peace, but I’m not fucking sharing you with anybody. I fuckin’loveyou.”

He tried to kiss her, but she set her hand on his chest and held him away. “And I fucking love you. But inside all that hyperbole, I didn’t hear an actual answer. Is yourbellyokay? Does it hurt any more than it did?”

His goofy expression settled, and he gave her more serious attention. His hands came up to frame her face. “I swear, babe. Other than a couple tiny twinges here and there, it didn’t hurt at all, and it sure as hell isn’t any worse now. Hand to God.”

Lyra relaxed into happy smugness. “Okay, good. Glad I could be of service.”

She settled into her favorite place on earth: lying on Zachary Randall Jessup’s firm chest, sheltered by his strong arm.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

As soon as Zach wasawake enough for his brain to shake off dreaming and lock into reality, he eased his arm from around Lyra’s sleeping body and carefully reached behind him to grab his phone off the dresser. Since he’d gotten the staples out a couple days earlier, it no longer hurt to twist like that, or to use his abdominal muscles in any way. He was basically healed.

He had a text from his mom, timestamped just past six a.m.—about forty minutes earlier.

Just pulling back onto the road. Pop says we’ll be

in Laughlin by 7 tonight. I’m going to check you

over very carefully first, and then, if you’re really

as okay as you say, I’m gonna squeeze you til

you pop.??

Excellent!he texted back.Can’t wait to see you??

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