by A Parker
Then he smiled and winked. “Nobody fills you up like I do, huh?”
I pushed at his chest and rolled my eyes. “I walked right into that one, didn’t I? Can’t you be serious for two minutes?”
“Can’t you lighten up for two minutes?”
“Don’t turn things around on me.”
He wedged a knee between my thighs. “I know how to lighten you up. Or should I say, loosen you up.”
I giggled as he descended upon me. “Tex!”
“Don’t play coy.”
I tried to escape him, but he was too strong, and his kisses were too sweet. I let him run his lips all over me and he worked his way down the length of my stomach to settle between my legs. There, he held me down by my hips and swirled his tongue over me, tasting me, teasing me, torturing me.
I rolled my hips and ran my fingers through his hair as he worked.
His tongue set my veins on fire.
In the back of my mind, I knew that we still had a hell of a fight ahead of us. This thing with Bates wasn’t over, and Tex and I would have our part in the fight soon enough. Maybe we’d get lucky again. Maybe not.
Either way, having him for however long I was able to? It would be worth it. I had to believe that. When the fight came, we’d rise to it.
Until then, we’d kiss, fuck, and kiss some more. We’d fall deeper into each other. I’d learn all the things about him I didn’t already know, and I’d share all the parts of myself I’d never shared with anyone before. I’d let him in.
All the way in.
Tex eased two fingers inside me. My back arched and I cooed his name to the ceiling. He sealed his lips over my clit and suckled, pulling me into his lips and rolling his tongue over me. I was so sensitive. I whimpered and writhed until I couldn’t stand it anymore, and I came for him.
He leaned over me and I twisted around, reaching for the condom drawer. He chuckled as I passed it to him. I watched, hungry and empty, as he rolled it on his cock.
He dropped his hips to mine and pressed into me. I moaned.
“Fuck,” he growled. “So fucking tight baby.”
I clung to him. Pleaded for him to fuck me. To take me. To use me. Devour me.
He did. He fucked me mercilessly and then tenderly, stealing my breath before breathing it back into me. Cradling me and then pinning me down. He flipped me over and took me from behind, slapping my ass, pulling my hair, and whispering in my ear all the dirty things he wanted to do to me later.
“One of these nights, I’m going to take your ass,” he breathed, his breath hot against my neck, his fingers knotted in my hair.
I strained against the pleasure as he thrust inside me, deep and slow. “Take whatever you want. I’m yours.”
Tex ran a hand across my throat. “Anticipation is half the fun.”
I shuddered beneath him.
He left kisses on my neck where his hand had been and moved his lips to my ear. “I love you, baby.”
I smiled. “I love you too.”
He bucked hard, his cock filling me up. I cried out in pleasure as I broke, and his orgasm followed seconds behind mine. We both fell apart, panting and smiling, and stared up at the ceiling. I wondered if he had the same worries as me or if the constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop lifestyle had become normal for him.
I felt his eyes on me.
“Yes?” I asked.
“What are you thinking about?”
I licked my lips. Did he want the real answer?
I was thinking about how much time we had left and how it would all end. I was thinking about Sam and Jackson and the secret baby in her belly that hardly a soul knew about. I was thinking about the eye in my dream and the real-life man it belonged to, somewhere out there in the world, wishing me dead.
I rolled over to face Tex and smiled. “How lucky I am to be yours.”
He pulled me to him for sweet kisses that left me tingling and wanting him all over again. “I’m the lucky one. You’re sure that’s all?”
I nodded and ran a hand down his chest. “Well, there’s one other thing.”
“Yes?”
“Do you think Jackson will let me ride with the MC?”
Tex rolled onto his back and laughed at the ceiling. “Don’t push your luck, Hart.”
I savored his laughter as it rolled through me and let it replace the echo of Bates’s voice.
You should have killed him.
I nodded toward the hall. “Join me in the shower?”
Tex grabbed my ass. “After I smoke.”
“Ah, of course. I’ll start the water. Don’t take too long.” I rolled out of bed and strode naked out of the room. “I need you.”
***
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