Page 39 of Hell on Wheels

He slapped my right cheek, kneading the flesh as he continued to ride me into the mattress.

“Fuck. This ass. So goddamn perfect.”

“Flint,” I managed to reply.

His finger brushed the tight muscle, using the cream I leaked to lubricate the area. Moaning, I felt him breach my ass and insert a second finger, stretching me to the point it almost burned. I never wanted anyone to do that before now.

“I want to fuck you here, baby. Someday soon.”

His fingers gently stroked in the same rhythm as his cock, hurling me over the edge as I began coming again.

“Fuck. You’re soaking the sheets. Hot as fuck.”

He drove into me harder, faster as I fisted the fabric beneath me, losing my resistance and letting him burrow deep into my heart. Letting him in was dangerous, but I couldn’t stop it. He owned me and touched more than my body. Flint pushed through all my barriers. He made me want more.

His grunt of satisfaction filled the air while his hips pinned me to the mattress, pistoning as he came, jerking with the intense climax. My name left his lips with reverence. He pulled free from my body, curling around me from behind as he breathed hard, rolling us to the side.

I never met a man who liked to cuddle like he did, especially after sex. Maybe that was why it endeared him to me. His genuine affection made me feel treasured, wanted, and beautiful. Things I’d never felt with a sexual partner before meeting him.

As I drifted asleep, I wondered if his feelings had become as strong as mine.

Running water woke me an hour later. The shower steamed the bathroom, and I heard Flint bumping into the tiled wall. A naughty thought entered my head as I slid from the bed, deciding to give him a morning he’d remember.

He needed it . . . after Kane.

With a sigh, I pushed away the sorrow I felt for his dog, focusing on the present. I’d become skilled at deflecting and shoving all my shit into neat little boxes. Too late to stop doing it now.

When I slid the glass door open and stepped inside, pressing my naked body against his, Flint growled. His mouth crashed down on mine as he deepened the kiss, gripping my bottom with two hands as he lifted me.

“Sore, little dove?”

“A little,” I admitted, “but I want you again.”

A dark chuckle followed. “Then I can’t disappoint.”

And he didn’t. I came twice.

Afterward, his forehead lowered to mine as he held me. “I think I’m addicted.”

“To my winning personality?” I teased.

“To your pussy, your sexy mouth, that thick ass,” he emphasized as he squeezed, “andyou, Lark. Every beautiful inch of you.”

I leaned back, staring into those blue eyes with a ring of brown around the edge that slightly reminded me of a dog. Like Kane. How odd. I didn’t remember noticing that before today.

Regardless, Flint’s sincerity and adoration were hard to deny.

“I’m a total keeper,” I joked with a wide smile.

“And I’m not letting you go,” he declared.

Slightly freaked out by his possessive tone, I lifted my head to receive his kiss. His mouth lingered on mine, savoring the connection that continued to grow between us.

“I know that scares you. Wanna tell me why?”

I shrugged. “Maybe it’s all the shit in my past.”

He nodded, understanding I meant Fred. It was more than the man who touched me when he shouldn’t have, who forced a girl to live through experiences a grown woman would have found hard to endure. It was the revolving door of men I couldn’t commit to and the assholes I let treat me like a worthless whore because that was what I believed for years.

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