Page 108 of Chosen Road

I grasped the bottom of her tunic and pulled it slowly over her head, tipping my head to watch as I revealed her torso inch by inch until only a scrap of lace covered her small breasts.

I palmed her ribs and pulled her up as I bent to roughly take her nipple through the lace.

She tunneled her hands into my hair and cried out, arching her back and pushing her hips toward me as she held my head to her breast.

With one hand supporting her back, I continued my assault on her breasts while flicking open the button of her jeans and plunging my hand inside to cup her pussy.

“Gus!” she gasped.

I released her breast, stared down into her heavy-lidded gaze, while I stroked and rolled.

Her legs began to quake. “Not yet, Gus,” she whimpered, but couldn’t pull away.

I slowly eased off then switched my attention to peeling her jeans away from her body. I ran my hands over her ass, pushing the jeans down to her thighs. “Open your legs.”

“I can’t. My jeans are still on,” she protested.

“Do it as best you can,” I demanded.

I looked down and groaned at the sight of her legs slightly parted, the waistband of her jeans binding her thighs. I wanted to fuck her like this, just like this, shallow, my cock sliding over her clit with every pass.

Her hands went to my belt. A hint of anxiety pierced my heart. I shook it off, focusing on her head bent to her task.

Suddenly she dropped to her knees, her hands at my fly, and without thinking I hauled her up from her armpits while she cried out in surprise as I hugged her to my chest.

“Not that, Amber. Not on your knees.”

“What? Why?” she demanded, then pushed me away.

Yanking her jeans back up over her hips, she walked away from me while I inwardly cursed myself.

She looked at me over her shoulder, her voice shaking. “That bitch put her foul whore mouth on my cock.”

I didn’t answer. Couldn’t. I wasn’t even sure, myself.

“Well?” She turned back to face me.

I met her eyes. “Evidence would suggest that, yes.” I saw the moment it hit her.

“That’s the flash.” She paced away from me, then back. “That’s the flash? Her on her fucking knees?”

“That’s the flash,” I confirmed, shame dogging me.

She spun away and her hands went up to grasp her hair as she roared, “Motherfucker!” Her chest heaved as she pulled in breath, her body shaking as her rage took hold.

“Amber, honey-”

She held up a hand and shot me a dark look. “Give me a fucking minute, Gus.” Breathing deeply and evenly, she worked to calm herself, while I cursed myself for my reaction. For giving away information she didn’t need.

She rolled her shoulders like a boxer. “Okay, okay, okay,” she chanted as she paced. “Okay, okay, okay.”

I knew better than to get in her way when she was like this. She would crack soon and then I could step in.

She stepped up into my space, her eyes blazing. With her finger stabbing the air, she yelled in my face, “That is MY cock.”

I kept my hands loose on my hips, my face neutral. “Yes, sweet baby. It’s yours.”

Her eyes filled with tears, her face crumpled, and she reached for me as her legs buckled. The sounds coming from her throat ripped my soul in half.

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