Page 54 of I Promise You
Another harsh slap on my ass as he goes in deeper.
“God can’t hear you, little angel. My name is the only one you will ever cry out for.”
His pace races with greedy speed, followed by a loud monstrosity of a groan.
He squeezes my thighs to the point another moan escapes me. My hands go to his, tightening around his wrist, scratching his skin as he thrusts like he can’t get enough. He inflicted havoc on me like a built-up craving and I was his release.
He’s filling me up with his come again, fierce and never-ending voracity. He’s making sure I take it all in. I enjoy every second of this devastatingly amazing dark reunion.
He pulls out of me, and everything slowly falls past my inner thighs.
He’s watching everything flow on my skin, dripping down, and he hums with satisfaction, pushing some of the fluid back inside me. He licks his lips, then reaches for his pants.
“You know I’m on birth control,” I breathe. “I’m on the pill,” I admit, trying to recover from my bliss.
“For now,” he replies, pulling his pants up.
Heat swirls into my chest. Does this mean what I think it means?
Would he be open to the thought of being a dad again?
He grabs me, turning me around gently. I’m no longer bent over. Instead, I’m standing as tall as my short frame allows me to. I tip-toe when I realize he’s changed his demeanor. He’s smoother, careful, and slow—the complete opposite of moments ago.
He kisses me with so much passion it sends butterflies through my stomach.
Best birthday ever.
My front door swings open, cold winds blow through and it causes me to shiver. Danny hesitates at the door.
What is it about this man in a military uniform with camo paint on that has me disoriented with lust?
It feels like the time he left me in Iraq. When he went on his mission for Damon and it took me back. I don’t want him to leave.
The familiar dreadful emotion of worry and anxiety swirls in my stomach.
The devastating reminder he could end up in a casket like Paul haunts me. It will forever haunt me. I don’t like watching him leave because then I’ll be sleeping alone to deal with the Grim Reaper visiting me when I sleep, and the constant worry of my boyfriend’s safe return.
I can’t tell him about Kane now. He needs a clear headspace. I don’t need Danny and Kane to get into disagreements when they work on the same team. The thought of his confession hindering their friendship and work… I don’t want to imagine them fighting, or worse, while they’re out on a mission.
“I’ll make it up to you when I get back.” Danny stands in the doorway, tucking a knife into his vest. He’s in the uniform he uses for his missions with a substantial tan-colored bag slung over his shoulder.
“I hate this,” I complain, hugging my velvet, silk sleeping gown to my body to keep warm. I have the heater on, yet I’m still shivering from the cold weather.
“I know.”
“Sometimes, I wish I could change my past so my future wouldn’t be so hard to live in.” I don’t know why I said it. It was an intrusive thought. I look up at Danny, my eyes bleeding for comfort. “Are there things you would change about your past?”
He shakes his head.
“I wouldn’t…because my past led me to you.”
Fuck, I could melt. His past held a lot of darkness, and he still wouldn’t change it?
I lean on one side of my hip, biting the inside of my cheek.
“Danny?”
“Yes?”
