come with him buried between my legs, growling, his tongue striking deep and hot and wild. He lashes my body into line with feral licks, bringing order to my chaos, dragging me back with falling kisses when I stop convulsing and remember how to breathe again.
Oh. My. God.
“You’re in good shape,” he grunts, standing again, kissing me with my own slick cream on his lips like he wants me to taste what he’s done. God. “Nothing wrong down there. Your pussy still tastes sweet as pie. Fucking love it.”
Just hearing him say that brings my desire up a notch.
I reach between his legs, rubbing the bulge under his boxers. “You’re a lucky man because I like this, too. Maybe we’d better check you for damage...”
“Oh, fuck,” he growls. “Yeah, find out if I can still make you scream for me in sixty seconds.”
Just like that, he picks me up, carries me to bed, and puts me down on my knees. There’s a snap of an elastic waistband behind me as he peels off his boxers. Then he folds his hands gently around my wrists, bends me over, slides his thick cock into me, and—
It’s not even sex.
The word doesn’t fit. Not for the way he alternates between savage strokes and tender, slower thrusts. Not for how he whispers sweet nothings in my ear, calls me baby, tells me I’m going to come so good for him I’ll be ruined.
And I do.
Several shameless times.
Definitely not a fit for the wicked, exhilarating end of round one, when he’s slamming into me so hard I might break, and I’ve got my face pushed deep into the pillow to muffle my screams, and my pussy tightens on his frolicking cock so sweetly I think it just drags the truth out of him.
“Gonna fucking marry you, Valerie. Marry you for real,” he snarls, his thumb flicking over the black pearl on my finger. “Gonna live to see this shit in family photos. Gonna make this family a whole lot bigger with you.”
I don’t even have a prayer.
I’m thrashing back against his tight abs, ass charging into him, love, love, loving how he pins me down so hard as his cock swells and pours its heat into me.
I think Flint Calum comes out half his soul with a roar that could rend the sky in two.
I know I do, gasping and rubbing, exploding from the inside out, locked in this sweaty, seething mess with the man, the hero, the husband I want in my life forever.
“Fucking aye,” he gasps, falling down on the bed beside me after he pulls out. “That was damn near deadly.”
“Not quite. We found out you’re still built like a steel pipe wrapped in velvet. I wouldn’t call that deadly,” I say, kissing him deeply, grabbing his cock and rubbing gently as he groans. “That was living. And if you meant half the stuff you said, I’m yours.”
22
String of Pearls (Flint)
Living.
That’s exactly what I’ve been doing since the day Cash brought Val to my house several months ago. I didn’t have a clue I was about to get whacked upside the head in the best damn way.
She’s already given me and Bryce ten times what we give her back, but I want more.
I want forever.
Just like I told her that night our glad-we-didn’t-die monkey sex pulled it out of me.
Val wants it, too.
I sincerely hope she does, judging by the fact that she’s never taken off the ring I gave her while we played pretend. But I’m old enough to know there’s only one way to get an answer out of a woman.
Ask.
For the first time in my life, I have butterflies—fucking butterflies—in my stomach.
Yeah, that’s a hell of a thing for a former SEAL to admit.
Good thing I’ve fessed up and made peace with plenty of other things since Val.
Truth is, honesty feels just as good.
“Everything’s loaded up in the truck, Dad!” Bryce says, closing the garage door. “Where’s Valerie?”
“Putting on her swimsuit.” I grab my keys off the counter. “Did you pack sunscreen?”
“Sure, but you know Grandma. She’ll be handing it out by the gallon.” He grins and walks over to the kitchen, glances down the hall, then turns back to me and whispers, “Don’t worry. She’s gonna say yes. I just know it!”
I lean down, giving his shoulder a manly squeeze. We had the heart-to-heart talk last week, when I told him my intentions. My boy not only gave me his stamp of approval, he gave me an idea