Hennessey's Handler (Protect and Serve #4) - Pandora Pine Page 0,63

warmed quickly in my hand. I knew it was going to feel divine sliding into my ass.

After Hennessey was ready to rock and roll, I pulled my chair out from the table and set my left foot on it. Leaning over the table, I rubbed the remaining lube against my hole. I wanted Hennessey to pick up the job of getting me prepped for his invasion, but his sharp intake of breath told me he was enjoying the show. I could work with that.

I slowly slid my middle finger inside myself, gasping at the twin sensations of penetration and heat. Truth be told, I’d done a little prep work before Hennessey arrived. It had been a long time since I’d been with another man, and I didn’t want tonight to be filled with pain or Hennessey seeing to the needs of my sore hole. My body responded. Muscle memory kicked in and before too long, I was ready for him.

“Jesus Christ, you’re the most magnificent thing I’ve ever seen,” Hennessey muttered, taking his dick in his hand.

I watched in breathless anticipation as he approached me, his dick out in front like a spear. When the heated tip touched my ass, I surrendered to Hennessey. His left hand gripped my hip as his dick invaded my ass in one long push. I let out a tortured moan when he scraped past my prostate. I grabbed the base of my dick, not wanting to shoot off before Hennessey had done more than settled himself in for the ride. He hadn’t done so much as move the seat or adjust the mirrors, I couldn’t let my engine sputter and die before he had a chance to shift into first gear.

“So fucking tight,” he whispered, his beard tickling against the back of my neck. “Find something to hold onto,” he cautioned.

I only had seconds to grip the back of my chair before Hennessey started to move. Slow at first, but quickly building momentum. His skin slapped against mine in a rhythm as old as time. I gave myself over to the sensations coursing through my body.

Hennessey’s hand gripped my left hip harder while his right hand slid around our joined bodies to wrap around my dick. I cried out with the sweet relief of having his hand on me while his cock drove me faster and harder to the end.

“I don’t want to come,” Hennessey whispered. “I never want this moment to end.”

Neither did I, but I was past the point of voicing those thoughts. There would be time to think about what Hennessey’s words meant, but for now, his body was pushing mine to our crescendo. I moaned in concert with him, shoving back against his thrusts.

“Fuck, coming!” Hennessey roared. He shouted my name as his cock emptied.

His release triggered my own. My come ripped from my slit in a rush, splattering against my stomach. I watched helplessly as a second and third blast coated Hennessey’s hand.

“Wow,” Hennessey whispered, resting his face against the side of my neck.

Wow was right. I didn’t have a ton of past experiences to draw on, but I did know that I’d never experienced anything like this in my life. Was this how it was supposed to feel with a man I needed more than my next breath? I was too tired to answer that question and the dozens of others bombarding my post-orgasm brain.

There would be time to think about the ramifications later. Right now, I wanted to hold tight to this moment and to Hennessey.

23

Hennessey

I’d heard how sex could be life-changing for some people and how it strengthened the bond between others, but, to be honest, until last night with Morrison, I’d thought those sentiments were pure bullshit. Tropes played up by Hallmark movies, greeting card companies, and Valentine’s Day chocolate peddlers.

Nope. One hundred percent not bullshit. Who the hell knew?

My brothers, presumably, which is why I was pulling into the parking lot of the fire station for a Code Red family meeting. Hopping out of the truck, I could see Quentin’s truck and Kennedy’s Gloucester P.D. SUV. The gang was all here.

I should have brought donuts or bagels or something, My mom taught me better than that, but the scent of bacon wafting through the firehouse told me my brothers had me covered.

“Someone got lucky!” Dallas called out when I reached the top of the stairs.

“Yup! He’s got a hitch in his giddy-up!” Kennedy laughed.

“It’s about damn time,” Ozzy agreed from the stove, where he