Obsessed (The Protectors #13) - Sloane Kennedy Page 0,14

by pleasure. And to know that I'd given that to him…

I settled my mouth over Sam's in an effort to drink down his cries of relief. Shot after shot of hot cum hit parts of my arm and then coated my fingers as I continued to pump my hand up and down his still-hard flesh. I was so caught up in his release that I actually forgot about my own. I couldn't remember a time that had ever happened. I was doubtful it ever had.

By the time Sam had calmed enough that his body was no longer jerking beyond his control, my own need had become an uncomfortable thing within me, but I didn't even consider following through on it. For some reason that I didn't want to explore too thoroughly, all I wanted to do was experience every single one of Sam's reactions as he came back to himself. Tears were coasting down his cheeks and he was panting like he'd run a marathon at breakneck speed. Little aftershocks kept rocking his body, causing him to groan each time.

It took Sam several long beats to finally open his eyes, but when he did, he looked directly at me. I waited until I was absolutely sure that he was cognizant of what I was doing before I did the one thing I'd been thinking about from the moment I’d felt his semen heating my skin. I gently released Sam's softening dick and slowly raised my hand. When Sam's dazed eyes shifted to my fingers, the ones that were covered in sticky white fluid, they widened and he sucked in a breath. I actually saw him open his mouth in anticipation.

But it wasn't his mouth that I lifted my fingers to.

Chapter 6

Sam

He wasn’t…

He couldn’t…

He shouldn’t…

He did.

With my knees still threatening to buckle as little aftershocks from my orgasm continued to assail me, I stood transfixed as I watched Matias’s lips close around his own finger. I wasn’t sure what was more erotic… the sight of Matias slowly pulling his finger back out of his mouth while his eyes shone with fire or the knowledge that my juices lingered on his tongue. I couldn’t stop the little whimper of need that bubbled up from my throat when he swallowed.

And all the while, his eyes never once left mine.

If I hadn’t been so wrung out from my orgasm, I most certainly would have come on the spot.

I hung there, waiting to see what he’d do next. When he leaned down and sealed his mouth over mine, I cried out in relief. I should have hated tasting myself on his tongue, but I eagerly drank down every bit of the unique flavor. While I knew what semen tasted like, I’d never tasted my own and most certainly not while it was combined with the sweetness of Matias’s lush mouth. Mac hadn’t enjoyed performing oral sex on me, so…

My thoughts hit a brick wall.

Mac.

Oh God, what had I done?

I shoved Matias away.

Hard.

Even before he fully released me, I was turning away from him and pressing my body face-first against the wall. A violent wave of nausea hit me, and it was all I could do not to throw up then and there.

“Mac,” I whispered in despair as I choked back a sob. I’d always believed Mac was in heaven watching over me. That thought had brought me comfort in the past but now it served only to horrify me. Even if I could get past the feeling that I’d cheated on the man who’d essentially been my husband, how was I supposed to explain away the fact that I’d let a complete stranger jerk me off?

And in my nine-year-old son’s bedroom, no less.

“Hey—” Matias began, but that was all I let him get out.

“Leave,” I demanded, though I couldn’t bring myself to look at him. I sank to my ass and drew my knees up to my chest. “I’m sorry, my love,” I murmured as I brought up a picture of Mac in my head. God, it was so hard to remember him these days. I looked at his picture every night—the one I kept in the drawer of my nightstand—but outside that one image of him, I couldn’t really “see” him any other way. I’d get fleeting reminders of things like his laugh or his touch, but I struggled to get his face just right.

Forgetting his face was one thing, but betraying what he’d meant to me… comparing him to someone who couldn’t hold