Page 78 of No Mistake

THE SMELL OF SOPHIE’S arousal filled his nostrils as he swallowed her cum, loving the taste of her. The smell of her. The feel of her. As her orgasm slowed, he licked her clean, lifting his head to see her looking at him biting her lip. He lowered her down so she was sitting on his lap. His cock screamed at him for release, and the feel of her wet pussy was like an electric shock.

She was still biting her lip, a nervous look on her face.

“Honey? You OK?”

“I... that was just so...” She didn’t finish, looking at him nervously. He leaned up, cupping her face.

“It was fucking hot and sexy and beautiful, that’s what it was.” He meant every damn word. He was rewarded with a small smile. Mark might have shattered her confidence, but Ryan wanted her to know how fucking amazing she was. What she did to him.

“Do you want to stop?”

He sure as hell didn't want to but he had to ask. If it was too much, he would slow down. It might kill him, but he’d do it.

Sophie shook her head, and he grinned. “Thank fuck for that.”

She laughed. He loved hearing that sound. He wanted to hear more of it. He wanted to learn more about what made her laugh, what she liked, what she didn’t like.

Ryan kissed her tenderly, taking his time. His cock had other ideas. She rubbed against him and he thought he was going to explode. Lifting her up he went to position himself then cursed.

“Fuck. Condom.”

Her hands covered his, holding him still. “I’m on the pill and I’m clean. I am a doctor.” The last part she said with sarcasm and he chuckled.

“I’m clean. I always use one and, as you well know, we get checked regularly.”

She giggled. “Yes, I do know.”

“And just so you know.” His tone more serious. “There hasn't been anyone in a couple of months.” Ever since his eyes had been opened to Sophie, he’d had no interest in any other women.

“Well then, what are you waiting for?” She smiled at him, and he thought his heart might burst. He slid up into her slowly, reveling in the feel of her against his cock. Jesus, he was going to lose it any second. This is what dreams were fucking made of. Right here, right now, he did not want this moment to end. Sophie lifted up and he looked deep into those aquamarine eyes as she took control and rode him. Uncertainty filled her features as she searched his eyes, clearly looking for reassurance she was doing it right.

“Honey, you’re driving me crazy,” he said encouragingly. She smiled and picked up the pace. He let her have the control, loving seeing her bounce on top of him. Their gazes locked on each other. Finally, he gripped her hips. Unable to stand it anymore, he thrust harder. She gasped and threw her head back. The sight of her like that took his breath away. His heart squeezed and his feelings almost choked him.

“You’re amazing, Sophie. I love being inside you.” He thrust harder, flesh slapping as he got closer and closer. He moved one hand, teasing her clit. She whimpered and her body shook.

“Come for me again, baby. One more time.”

They rode each other hard and fast, both chasing the release. Ryan fought to hold himself back, wanting to see her come again. He didn’t have to wait long. Her back arched, her insides clenched his cock.

‘Ryan!”

Hearing her scream his name sent him flying as he poured himself into her.

Chapter 14

The next twenty-four hours went by in a blur. They split their time between the hospital, the Farm, and bed. Sophie spent time with Chloe while Ryan checked in at the Farm with the team.

Tracer had not contacted them again, but Sam was giving him the forty-eight hours he had asked for. Ryan wasn’t too sure if the powers above Sam’s head knew what was going on, but it wasn’t his place to ask. They were all hoping Tracer would come through and deliver what he promised. If he didn’t, Sam would order them to bring him in together with Perez and Vitelli. The team had mixed feelings about that. Knowing about Tracer’s sister, they understood what was driving him.

In the meantime, Raven were researching the Vitelli Cartel, learning everything about them. Where they lived, ate, drank. Chloe had been debriefed. Sanchez had sent Ray over to share the FBI’s intel. Kelly was digging back over Reborn, their connections in the US, and where the weapons might be going. If Tracer did not provide the information, they would find the weapons themselves. Ryan sat opposite Tyler, the team’s medic was still helping Mira with looking into Tracer and any connection to CIA.

“Thanks for the help.” Mira smiled at Tyler.

“Anytime.” Tyler winked.

Ryan arched an eyebrow at him, but Tyler was too absorbed in the woman beside him. Mira was former CIA, but Sam had persuaded her to join Onyx’s intel team. Her contacts in the CIA were invaluable.

“I’m probably going to be at this all night,” Mira said, and she winked back.

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