pull it to the edge. Dipping a finger in her one more time, I slide it down to her puckered hole.
She gasps.
I grip the back of her thigh to lift it high and wide.
I suck on her clit.
And dip my finger into her ass.
“Bloody … oh, fuck.”
I’d agree, if my lips and tongue weren’t busy.
Instead, I suck harder and pump my finger.
She smacks the table with an open palm before her body starts to quiver and her neck arches.
When she comes against my mouth, my world balances. And my cock turns painfully hard. He feels like he’s been thrown into solitary for bad behavior. I let go of her leg, rip my shorts open, and free him as I milk the last of her orgasm before coming up for air.
I give my cock a pump as I slide my finger out of her and put a hand flat to the table. I enjoy the fruits of my labor as she lays before me like a soggy, British biscuit. Her eyes close and she has to work at catching her breath.
“Bella.”
She drags her lids open and her gaze immediately falls to my cock. She watches as I stroke him twice.
Taking in a big breath, she rocks my world. “I love you.”
All of a sudden, I forget about my selfish cock. I drop and take her mouth. Her fingers dip into my hair and her legs wrap around my back. All it takes is the underside of my cock to rub against her slick pussy once and I can’t wait another second.
I slide inside.
And every problem swirling around us in tornadic fashion evaporates on the spot.
Her pussy hugs my cock like she was made for me.
What the hell am I saying? She was made for me—body, mind, and soul.
I slide an arm under her to cushion her still-healing body because I am not going slow or taking it easy. I gave her every chance for a condom and she turned them all down.
“Harder,” she pleads and lifts her knees higher up my sides.
“So fucking perfect,” I growl into her hair and give her what she wants.
Her fingernails bite into my skin and she presses her face into my neck. Her pussy convulses and every muscle in her body contracts around me.
I groan and pump into her three more times until I plant myself so deep, I’d happily be lost forever. And for the first time, I come inside Bella with nothing between us.
It’s fucking amazing and I could stay here forever.
My cock isn’t anxious to move from where he’s landed, either.
She starts to run her fingers through my hair as our hearts return to a normal rhythm.
“Cole?”
I drag air into my lungs. “Hmm?”
“I had a moment with Red. I think he’s accepted me.”
I feel my lips tip and I pull away from her enough to look into her eyes. “Yeah?”
She nods.
I kiss her nose. “Told you.”
“You’re not always right about everything, you know.”
I press my cock into her and enjoy the flare of her eyes when she feels it. “The effects of your orgasm wore off fast.”
She tries to hide her smile but fails. “And what effect is that?”
“The one where I trick you into believing I’m the end-all-be-all … that I rule over the kingdom you get to live in and am overly generous with the sex you get to enjoy.”
She slaps my bare bicep. “How did I fall for such a cheeky man who’s so full of himself?”
I shrug. “All I can say is you’re one lucky woman who gets to practice making babies with me.”
“Take me to bed, Cole,” she demands. “Between the drama, the wine, and the orgasms, I could sleep for a week.”
As I pull out, something catches my eye on the new big screens.
“What the fuck?” I growl.
I stand and bring her with me. As naked as the day she was born, she presses herself to me and frowns as she takes in my expression before twisting in my arms and gasps.
Flames billow, lighting up the night sky like a burning star.
My fucking house is on fire.
Chapter 26
Flirting Sperm
Bella
It’s amazing how a four-alarm fire can burn off a buzz and ruin your postcoital, mellow mood.
Cole grabbed my cell and called Asa right before nine-one-one. Asa called everyone else. I wanted to go, however there is still the little tidbit of the intelligence community looking for me and my showing up in the presence of law enforcement would not be ideal.