form coherent sentences.
My climax hits like a lightning strike, a force that splits my psyche and bends muscles I didn’t know I had, releasing white-hot pleasure.
I’m coming for fucking ages.
My eyes pinch shut and my balls rear up, hurling raw fire into her. Her pussy wrings out half my soul, clenching every inch of me, pressed so deep and tight.
We become so close, so one in our rapture, it’s almost frigging mystical.
By the end of it, I think I’m hallucinating.
Before I even pull out of her, I can’t stop the uncanny sense I just had the best sex of my life with the only woman who’ll ever be worthy of wearing my ring.
Flopped down on the bed, I quietly reach around my back and push my thumb against one of my scars. Yep, still there.
It’s my only proof I haven’t just died and gone to seventh heaven.
The only way to certify Val isn’t some kind of broken angel, sent down to save me from myself.
I have to lie there for a while, savoring the most intense sex I’ve ever had in my life, before I can get up and deal with the rubber.
When I come out of the bathroom, she’s still on the bed, lying on her side, watching me with her chin propped up on her palm.
Now it’s time to make a choice.
My colder, rational side tells me I shouldn’t mess her up any more than I have. I should zip it, put on my clothes, act like what I just experienced wasn’t the most earth-shattering fuck of my life, but hell.
I don’t want to.
So I climb into bed instead and slide an arm beneath her. She snuggles close, throwing a leg over mine, tangling us together.
“I think you were right,” she whispers.
“Yeah? About what?”
“Um, well...we probably shouldn’t have done that.” Her voice is just a whisper.
Oh, shit.
My heart stops in my chest.
“You’re having regrets?” It’s all I can think to say. I can’t dream of regretting what just happened.
“No, we’ve just...we’ve got a bigger problem. Now, we’re going to want to keep doing it again and again and again,” she says. “Like every chance we get.”
I feel her smile more than I see it, and I hug her closer, giving her ass a playful swat.
“You’re probably right.”
“Probably,” she echoes playfully, and lets out a soft, sweet sigh.
We lie there for some time before I realize she’s sleeping. No wonder.
I’m sure she didn’t fall back asleep easy last night. I didn’t.
I laid there fighting my animal side until the sun came up.
Now, the fight only gets harder.
She’s too right. We’ll want round two, round four, round twenty of what just happened, and it’s sure to complicate everything. Not just with her and her family, but with mine.
As gorgeous as she is, she’s a walking dilemma. This chick could destroy a big heaping piece of me.
I’m not about to drag a strange woman into Bryce’s life, just to have her disappear, which is precisely what’ll happen after I’ve managed to fix up her life.
15
Under Wing (Valerie)
I’m ready for my applause.
Having decided my old life sucked, I just made my new one as complicated as possible.
Awesome.
I roll over, staring at the ceiling. Flint isn’t in bed. I have no idea how long he’s been gone or how long I’ve been asleep. Not that it matters. What’s done is done.
There’s no taking back what just happened. I don’t think I’d forget that even if I suffered ten more blows to the head.
I’ve had sex before, a few times back in art school. Nothing like the soaking wet, screaming, sexy freaking sex I had with him, and it’s not just because the boys were too soft, too immature, too bland.
Because my heart was never in it. It was this time.
It is this time.
Present tense.
That scares me worse than any bad memory.
I can’t fall in love with Flint Calum. Can’t afford to fall in love with anyone.
Not now. Maybe not ever.
My family has so much baggage, I couldn’t do that to anyone. Especially not a man who’s already had to wade through the muck of my life neck-deep.
I throw my legs over the bed, sitting up straight, releasing a heavy sigh.
Here we go again.
Damned if I do and damned if I don’t.
This quiet, hot anger builds inside me. I’m so sick of it. So exhausted with not being able to live.
I climb off the bed, gathering up my clothes. I see Flint swimming in the ocean. He’s just as gorgeous as he was naked,