Page 64 of Eight Years (The Trident Trilogy 1)

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Mason

Washington, D.C.

2019

I wake up with my body so tightly wrapped around her that I’m surprised she’s still breathing. I had that dream again where someone is trying to take her from me—trying to pull her out of my arms. I can tell that I tightened my grip on her while I was sleeping. We’re in the most aggressive spooning position possible. I lean over her head carefully and see her hair rising and falling with her breath, so I know I haven’t squeezed her to death. This is actually comforting to me because that dream is too fucking real. I don’t know who the people are trying to take her, but they’re not going to win.

I’m getting upset again just thinking about it, so before I start trying to boa constrict her to my body again, I get up to go get some coffee. When I get back with two mugs, she’s sitting up on the side of the bed, completely naked, with her sexy-ass back turned toward me. My mind jumps back to last night when I was running my hands over the muscles in her back while I was inside her, and it makes me hungry again. She sees me looking and quickly wraps the blanket around herself.

“You know, Mills, I saw all of your body last night. Alllll of it. All night. You don’t have to hide it from me now,” I say, smiling.

She turns her head slightly to look at me with her back still facing me. I’m buck-ass naked, standing in the doorway with two cups of coffee.

“I know what you saw, Mason. But, it doesn’t mean you get to see it again.” She smiles a little shyly. She definitely wasn’t shy last night, but it’s so fucking adorable this morning.

“Yeah, it probably does. I think your body kind of likes me.” I put the coffee down on the table and crawl in the bed behind her. I start tugging at the blanket that’s covering her—hand over hand, reeling her to me. She finally relents and lets the blanket fall, crawling up on my chest.

“Much better,” I whisper in her ear as I stroke her hair.

There’s something about running my fingers through her hair that turns me on. I’m getting hard again. I take her hand off my chest, and start to move it down my body. She takes over halfway down, and keeps moving her hand until she’s holding me. She gets on top of me and starts licking my chest. She keeps pushing herself down my body, licking and kissing. She’s at my stomach when I grab her head and tilt it up so I can see her eyes.

“Babe, you don’t have to do that,” I growl softly. I want her to go down on me so badly, but I know not all women like to do that, and I don’t want her to do anything she doesn’t want to do.

She smiles a little devilishly at me, and keeps moving her head downward. “I know I don’t have to do it, Mason. But I want to. That’s why I’m offering.”

Using my own words against me. It’s so fucking sexy.

“Fuck,” I groan as she takes me in her mouth. I literally could come in a second, but I hold on. Her hands start playing with my balls as she’s licks and kisses her way up and down.

I’ve finally had enough. I’m about to explode. I reach under her arms and pull her up swiftly, flipping her so I’m on top of her. I slide myself inside her quickly, pumping myself in and out until she starts groaning, and then I let out a loud moan that I’m sure woke up half of the neighborhood.

“Fuuuuuck, Millie. Fuck. What are you doing to me?” I’m breathing so hard that I think I might need oxygen. Damn, no one has ever been able to manipulate my body like this. I’m always in control, but with her, damn, I don’t know what’s happening.

“Did I hurt you? Are you going to be okay?” She’s smiling that sweet, mischievous way that makes her eyes sparkle.

“I think I’m going to make it, but I’m definitely going to need to stop for a reload.”

“Babe, seriously, I surrender,” she says, collapsing on top of my chest again.

That’s the first time she’s called me that. “Babe, huh?”

“Does that bother you?”

I lift her head up, so I can look her directly in the eyes. “Not at all.”

In honesty, it sounds fucking magical coming out of her mouth.

“Millie, I have to go back this morning. I really shouldn’t be this far from base at all.”

“I know,” she whispers, and snuggles a little closer to my chest.

“I don’t want to leave.”

“I know. I don’t want you to leave, but I know.”

“Can I take you out again?”

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