“Please,” I beg.
He moves, pulls back, fills me again. “Fuck, kitten, you’re so perfect. Tight. Too good.”
He reaches between us and thumbs my clit. He’s made me come before, but this is different. More sensation. Just more.
He moves and circles me. I lift up to meet him and we find a rhythm. We’re not good at this, but it feels amazing. He clenches my hip with his large hand.
“Can you come?” His voice is rough.
I nod and wrap my legs around him, hooking my heels.
“Harder.”
He listens and is soon pounding into me. It’s too much. I cry out, clenching around him.
“Avery!” He thrusts deep and holds still.
I feel him fill me. Know I’m now his.
2
CHANCE
She stares at the stable behind her, gaze unfocused, as if she’s thinking of something. I wonder if her thoughts match mine.
Of us, together, that first—and last—time.
I clear my throat and she blinks. Stiffens.
Blushes.
Yeah, the same thoughts. I remember her beneath me, the look on her face as I filled her for the first time. Claimed her, inside and out.
Her arms go over her chest. “I’ll be around along with two other agents. We’ll be heading to where the body was found, but that’ll be a quick trip. The rest of the time we’ll be digging through phone logs, bank records. Everything of your father’s.”
I nod.
“And yours,” she adds.
“You can’t—” I begin.
I don’t want to start this entire insanity over again. Didn’t Peterson already search through all the files?
Peterson. I have to admit, knowing that fucker was one-upped feels good.
She raises a hand. “Warrants and all the legal paperwork needed to learn about everything except your last colonoscopy is with your lawyer. Shankle, I think his name is.”
Well fuck.
I nod.
She spins and turns the way she came, out the open stable door. “See you around.”
“Kitten, wait,” I call.
Fuck. I didn’t mean for her pet name to slip out. I can’t even remember why I began calling her that all those years ago.
She freezes and looks at me over her shoulder. “I’m not your kitten. I never was.”