The Deputy and His Enforcer (Kincaid Pack #3) - Kiki Clark Page 0,91

still surprised when Robson murmured, “Keep breathing, cariño,” and suddenly his knuckles were right there.

He realized he had stopped breathing when Robson growled out his name and stopped pressing forward. Sucking in a breath, he tried to bear down as best he could.

For a moment, it felt like he wouldn’t be able to take it, that his body simply wouldn’t expand far enough, and a sob caught in the back of his throat. He wanted this so much, wanted to feel like his body had been so thoroughly claimed by his mate that he could never question their mating ever again.

And then Robson’s knuckles pushed past his rim, and the rest of his hand slid in so much easier.

Marcus couldn’t catch his breath. It felt amazing and terrifying at the same time, and he was worried he’d never get to feel this way again.

“You okay, cariño?” Robson’s voice was soft and husky, full of… something. He pressed a soft kiss to one of Marcus’s ass cheeks, then nipped playfully when Marcus didn’t respond right away.

Jolting at the sting, he released a hoarse cry, tears slipping from behind his squeezed-shut eyes. It wasn’t from pain; everything just felt so big, so intimate. “Yes. It feels… It’s so…”

“It’s good, huh? How’s it feel when I move it?” Robson turned his hand slowly, and Marcus bit back a scream, that one small movement somehow lighting up his whole body. “Oh yeah, that’s good too.”

“Robson,” Marcus panted out, fingers scrambling for purchase on the sheets. “Please.”

“Right here. I’ve got you.”

And then Robson slowly made a fist inside Marcus, and that was it, that was all his body could handle. Crying out, he came all over the pillow beneath him, his body contracting so hard on Robson’s hand that it became a little painful.

He must have blacked out after he orgasmed but only for a few moments. When he came to, Robson was whispering to him how gorgeous he was and how proud Robson was that Marcus could take his whole fist. As Robson continued lavishing praise on him, he slowly and carefully started pulling back out.

The sensations were overwhelming for Marcus’s spun-out body, riding the edge of pain by the time Robson was done. He zoned out afterward, marveling at how he felt like he was gaping open and wondering how often they could do that.

The water ran in the bathroom for a little while, and then Robson came back and gently cleaned Marcus’s backside before easing him over and wiping down his front. Boneless and nearly asleep, Marcus barely heard Robson stripping the pillowcases off the ones Marcus had covered in semen, but he hummed happily when he was pulled into a warm, firm chest.

“Feel okay?” Robson whispered, running a hand up and down Marcus’s back.

“Amazing. Can we do that every day?”

Robson chuckled softly. “Kind of a lot of work for every day, but I could be convinced to pencil in fisting once or twice a week.”

When Marcus giggled, he realized he was more out of it than he’d thought. He sort of felt like someone had popped a bottle of champagne inside his belly and it was bubbling up into his chest. Nuzzling into the little bit of hair on Robson’s chest, Marcus let sleep take him, feeling like nothing bad could ever happen as long as he was with his mate.

Chapter Twenty-Three

“This was a terrible idea,” Marcus muttered out of the corner of his mouth, thumb tapping on his thigh but face impassive as ever.

Robson caught his brother Teo trying to suppress a smile on the other side of Marcus as he sipped from a plastic cup. Narrowing his eyes, Robson said, “That better not be beer. You aren’t—”

The rest of the table erupted in laughter, but Robson ignored them and kept his eyes on his brother, who just rolled his own and took another sip.

Marcus looked absently between them, his gaze only briefly leaving the front of the room where Robson’s mom, tias, and baby sisters were finishing setting up. Robson’s mouth had been watering for days with the amazing smells permeating the farmhouse. He couldn’t wait to get up there and fill a plate full of food. He knew there were roasters of pasteles, platters of crunchy tostones served with his Tia Priscilla’s famous garlic sauce, and two huge bowls full of arroz con gandules.

Marcus inhaled toward Teo before returning his focus to the women currently terrifying him. “It’s Coke.”

Teo threw him a weird look, then looked at Robson.