me, filled me. I had to shift and twist against him to make room, to let him work in all the way. I jerked my hips forward to show him how much I liked being full of him, being pinned there between his cock and a hard place, a wicked smile on my lips as I gasped for breath. Billy dragged his long cock out of me inch by inch, then thrust back into me all the way, taking my breath, making me shudder around him. I was so wet for him, soaking wet and loving this, kissing his mouth, biting at his lips.
“Yes,” I whispered into his mouth, “give it to me. Make me take all of it. You said—you said I’m all yours. Make me believe it.” I managed. He growled at my words, bit down on the spot where my shoulder met my neck. I could taste the sweat on his skin as I kissed his stubble-roughened cheek.
“Baby, you’re mine. You’re all mine. You feel that? Nobody else could fill you up like this, nobody else knows how to touch you, how to make you go off so fast,” he said, punctuating his dirty talk by putting his fingers between my legs, stroking my outer lips even as he thrust in and out, powerful and steady, holding out with sheer force of his will as my wet, tender flesh gripped him.
“Oh God, Morgan,” he ground out, “you’re so fucking wet for me. I love it. I love fighting with you and I love that you’re game for anything, for calling me out in front of my brothers, for sneaking off to fuck. I’m so deep in you. Do you feel that? It’s like paradise, baby. It’s like nothing I ever felt. You’re gonna make me—"
I wound my arms around his neck and kissed his mouth, putting every ounce of passion I felt into the stroke of my tongue against his. He went off right then, a guttural groan and the quick jerk of his hips pumping into me as he spilled his hot seed into my body, bare and lush. I cried out too, starting to come from the sheer force of his climax inside me, from him filling me so full, when he reached between us and ratcheted everything up about ten notched by rubbing my clit hard and relentless until I saw stars and sparks climbed up my body. I screamed, clung to him. His mouth covered mine and he kissed me through it until I came back down to earth. He lowered me so I could stand, and then scooped me up in his arms. He sat down on one of extra chairs and held me in his lap, kissing my face and neck and lips.
“God, you’re amazing,” he said. “All mine. Did I convince you?”
“I don’t know. Did I convince you?” I said archly.
“That you own me, body and soul?” he asked, his eyes flashing dark and dangerous. “Maybe.”
“Should we plan on a rematch then? Fight it out and then have makeup sex again?” I offered.
“Yes. We should.”
“You owe me a frozen lemonade if this whole place doesn’t blow away in the storm.”
“It’s not funny, Morgan,” he said gravely. “We all make it out alive. That’s the plan. But you’re the mission. You and I make it out and meet up on the other side.”
“The other side of the storm or like—the afterlife? Because that had a weird after death sound to it.”
“Don’t joke about that. You don’t know this yet. SEALS are elite fighters, and we can extract hostages and locate targets. But we’re superstitious as hell because there’s so much on the line and so much that can go wrong. Nothing is allowed to go wrong on this. I’m not losing you.”
“You’re pretty serious about this. That’s strange because I thought you were 100% flirt all the time,” I said.
“Now you know. I’m steel at the core just like the rest of them. I just know how to have a good time. Like this,” he said, gathering me closer to him and kissing me. “This is a good time.”
“I’m going to be right by your side in this,” I said. “I’m not going.”
“You are so stubborn,” he said, but he said it fondly.
Chapter 22
Billy
Morgan frustrated the living hell out of me. Nothing, not even what was practically a declaration that I had strong feelings for her, nothing could convince her to just go with the women. I wanted to scream or