his bodyguard had holsters with firearms? He didn’t seem to. I already knew War was a force to be reckoned with, but he went up several additional notches after that exchange.
“Here we are.” War gestured to the bedroom, and I gulped.
The bed seemed nice, at least. There wasn’t a comforter, but I could smell detergent, and the sheets appeared to be clean, but the room wasn’t. The carpet was stained. The furniture was beaten to hell and covered in a shiny film.
“Come here, Lacey,” War said low, crooking his fingers from where he stood beneath the one light bulb dangling from a wire in the ceiling.
With my chin held high and my hips swaying, I went to him. It was War. I loved him. I owed him this.
War devoured me with his eyes. “Been dying to untie these strings.”
As he began unthreading the laces, I stared at his bowed head, telling myself this was good, this was what I wanted.
Once the laces were loosened, cool air rushed over my skin and my breasts. I wore no bra underneath the dress. It seemed pointless. I knew what War wanted from me tonight.
“Your tits are amazing.” He lifted his head. “You are.”
It was a nice compliment. It just wasn’t one from the person I wanted. Still. Despite the fact that he didn’t want me.
My eyes on War’s, I swallowed, blinking back emotion. I had to put Bryan out of my mind. War was my choice.
Repeating the mantra in my mind, I eliminated the space between us and removed his bandanna. Tossing it aside, I ran my fingers through his silky hair and pressed my mouth to his.
I made my choice.
Spearing his tongue into my mouth, War took over. Kissing me deeply, he walked me to the bed. His hands rushed over me as fast as the air had. He groaned into my mouth. Breaking the kiss, he gripped my shoulders, urging me onto the bed.
“My shoes,” I said, resisting.
“Keep them on. They’re sexy.” Snagging the hem of my dress, he lifted it over my head and swept his gaze over me. “Fucking hell.”
“You’ve seen me naked before.”
“Never gets old. Gets better. Love those panties.” His gaze lifted, capturing me. His eyes were blazing and dark.
As I hooked my thumbs in the scrap of lace and shimmied out of it, he gave me another sweeping glance.
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “Lay on the bed.”
I did as he demanded, my heart thrumming like a bird’s, trapped in the canopy above the jungle floor.
A hungry predator, War shucked his white T-shirt, boots, and socks, his eyes gleaming. He unbuckled his belt and lowered his jeans, revealing lean muscle and smooth skin. A condom packet in his grip, he slapped it onto the mattress beside my head as he climbed into the bed with me.
“War,” I said, reaching for him as he reached for me.
His ringed fingers plunged into my hair, and his lips crashed against mine. His tongue inside my mouth, he thrust deeply with urgency as he relentlessly ground his erection against me. My eyes squeezed tightly closed, I wiggled beneath him as his earthy scent enveloped me. His hardness provided friction where I needed it. I didn’t think; I just surrendered to the heat and him.
He broke the kiss and removed his boxers. “I can’t wait, Lace. I know this is your first time, but—”
“It’s okay.” I grabbed the condom and ripped the packet open, then rolled it on him. I was familiar with his dick. I knew what he liked.
Cupping my breasts, I lifted them. He lowered his head, sucking and nipping the nipples, almost too hard, but not quite. Familiar with my tits as an erogenous zone, he knew what I liked.
“War . . .” I moaned out his name.
“Lacey, I’ll give you what you need. I’m right here.”
And he was right there. After positioning himself, he drove the entire length of his dick inside me. It was different with War than with Bryan. The thought surfaced almost immediately, but I banished it.
Hot, heated, and fast, War fucked me. His rings were cold against my skin. Holding my ass cheeks in his hands, he gripped me hard, lifting me into each powerful stroke.
There weren’t many.
The first one made me gasp. I was close.
On the second, I moaned low and long as it rushed up to take me, my scalp and my toes tingling.
On the third stroke, he groaned. The piercing depth of his dick and the vibrations of his