Shot in the Dark (Blackbridge Security #2) - Marie James Page 0,96
handle things.
I’m depraved as I rail into her, the sight of her pale skin only visible in the holes I’ve made in her clothing. I want to nip and bite every exposed inch, but that would make my hips slow, and release is the single most important thing to me right now.
“I’m going to fuck you raw, and maybe then you’ll reconsider the next time you think defying me is a good idea.”
“Oh God! Why are you doing this to me?” she whimpers, the sound muffled by her face in the couch cushion.
“Jesus, Whitney. You drive me nuts. Fuck, baby. Why do you make me do these things to you? I’m going to come.”
“No!” This scream makes me pause, but only for a second, not even long enough to cause a stutter in my hips. “Not inside of me. I’m not on birth control.”
“I own this pussy. I decide where my cum goes. Shut the fuck up and take it.” I drive into her even harder, my balls like rocks against my body.
The second the words are out of my mouth, she fucking clenches my cock like a vice. Her orgasm nearly leaves me breathless, the pulsing enough to make me moan, and then I explode, filling her with every drop my body can manage.
I pull her up without pulling from her body, desperate to see her face. I pull the scarf from her face to find her eyes closed, eyelashes fluttering against flushed cheeks.
“Clean my cock,” I hiss, pressing on her shoulders until she’s on her knees.
My cock hasn’t flagged at all, and I hiss when her lips touch the tip. This is fucking torture. I’m too sensitive for the attention, but I clench my hands at my side, and let her go to work.
Her eyes open, taking me in as I watch her, and once she’s done, once my dick isn’t covered with our combined orgasms, I force her to her feet and crash my mouth against hers. We moan in unison, hands holding each other, hearts pounding out the very same rhythm.
“Did I just get you pregnant?” I whisper against her lips.
She smiles, and my fucking heart stops.
“No, you idiot.” She steps back and slaps me hard against the chest. “I’m on fucking birth control.”
“That was fun,” I tell her, my hand caressing down the side of her face. “Did you enjoy it?”
“I loved it,” she answers, her cheeks still flushed from our afternoon adventures.
“I love you.”
Her eyes shine as she watches my face, her head tilting to lean into my touch, and fuck if it isn’t enough for me. Just the way she’s looking at me will keep me the happiest man for the rest of my life.
“I love you, too.”
Maybe I was wrong. Now I’m the happiest man in the world.
Chapter 38
Whitney
I pull the phone away from my ear and smile.
Wren’s laughter finds me even though my cell is eight inches from my face.
“What’s so funny?”
“Flynn,” Wren snorts. “I’m going through footage from last night, and this girl just gave him the slip again.”
It’s been several weeks since we got back from California and every second has been filled with smiles, laughter, and love.
I never would’ve imagined my stalker would turn into the love of my life, but here I am, walking down the street to meet two friends and listening to him cackle like a hyena with a wide smile on my face.
“Again?” I grin wider. “How many times is that now?”
“I’ve lost count. You’d think a trained former FBI agent could keep an eye on this girl, but she’s making it impossible for him.”
I chuckle as I step to the side to let another couple in love pass by.
“Where are you? It’s noisy.”
“I have that lunch date with Pam and Anna, remember?”
“That’s right,” he says, but his laughter fades away.
“What’s wrong?”
“Trying to find her on the next camera.”
“And it’s just that easy to follow her in the city?”
“New York has tons of cameras.”
“That you’re accessing legally, correct?”
His laugh tells his answers. His lips lie. “Of course.”
We don’t really talk about work, but sometimes he lets it slip when he’s telling stories about his friends.
“Oh shit. Deacon isn’t going to be happy about this.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Hey, babe, have fun, but I gotta go.” There’s a crackle on the line. “Hey, Ignacio. Don’t we have a rule about kissing clients?” The phone goes dead, and I’m still plastered to the wall of a flower shop.
“There you are!” Anna wraps her arms around me for a