Insatiable (Steel Brothers Saga #12) - Helen Hardt Page 0,44
be so easy…
My eyes closed of their own accord.
Marj. Baby. Honey.
His voice? Or my imagination? I didn’t know at this point.
“Marj. Baby. Honey.”
I opened my eyes. “Hmm?”
“I love you so much. That was so hot.”
“Mmm,” was all I could muster.
“Here,” he said. “Let me move you over so you’re comfortable.”
“Perfectly comfortable,” I murmured, closing my eyes again.
Still, he gently moved me so that my body was cradled by the silky sheet and the soft mattress. I held my arms out to him.
He smiled above me, his eyes heavy-lidded. “I can wait.”
No. I needed him to release, to experience the miracle I’d experienced. “Please,” I said softly. “Make love to me. Please.”
He smiled again, his chin and cheeks glistening with my wetness. Then he slowly pushed his cock into me.
“God. So tight.”
Yeah, I was tight. Tight as a drum after that plentiful orgasm. His big cock tunneled into me, burning through and making me want to come again. I wasn’t sure I could after that amazing climax, but damn, that slow burn…
“Can’t. Need to fuck you.”
Bryce increased his pace, thrusting…thrusting…thrusting…
The burn turned to flames within me, and the pressure built, until—
“God, honey.” He plunged into me balls deep.
And I shattered with him.
A glorious climax in tandem. Nothing like the last one, but no less spectacular.
We flew together, our bodies joined in the ultimate clasp, our sweat mingling, his lips pressed to my neck.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
The words swirled around us, sometimes in his voice, sometimes in mine. Sometimes simply vibrating in the air between us.
Whole. Complete. Never alone again.
Never.
Never alone again.
Morning came sooner than I wanted it to. I woke next to Bryce when the alarm on his phone went off at seven a.m. I stretched my arms languidly above my head, letting the sunlight stream from the window onto my still naked body.
Bryce opened his eyes and fumbled for the phone. “Sorry about that.”
“It’s okay. We’ve both got to get up anyway.”
He smiled. “Last night was amazing.”
“It was perfect,” I said.
He sighed. “But now back to reality.”
“Afraid so.” I kissed his lips lightly. “Unless you’ve got time for another round?”
He pulled me into his embrace. “I always have time for that.” He pushed my long hair out of my eyes. “I’ve never been so afraid in my life as I was when you were missing. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you, Marjorie.”
I kissed him again. “You won’t lose me.”
“I can’t.” He inhaled and let it out slowly. “I want you to go to Paris.”
“We’ve been through this. I’m not leaving until Jade has the baby. And right now, I can’t leave. Not until all this is settled.”
“I miss Henry like crazy,” he said, “but at least I know he’s safe. I text my mom hourly. I’m sure she thinks I’m nuts.”
“She thinks you love your son, and you do.” I kissed his forehead, his hair tickling my lips.
“I’ll miss you like crazy too, and I’ll text you all the time. I just can’t go through not knowing where you are again, what’s happening to you.”
“Nothing happened to me. Nothing horrible, anyway.”
“But it could have. What if it hadn’t been Dominic who took you? What if it had been that psycho brother of his?”
“It wasn’t. He was busy trying to take on you and Joe. How do you think I feel? You got pepper-sprayed, but something much worse could have happened.”
He shook his head. “We were ready for him to be armed. We took care of that.”
“But you weren’t ready for the pepper spray.”
“How could we be? It’s a pro move. We’re lucky it wasn’t something lethal.”
“It didn’t have to be. It took you out for the time required for him to get away.”
He chuckled. “I’d like to say you were wrong, but—”
“You can’t,” I finished for him.
“Fucker had his office booby trapped. It’s not a bad idea, actually.”
“Don’t you start booby-trapping your office. Or this house. I don’t want to live that way, Bryce.”
“We won’t,” he promised. “But I have to figure out this whole thing first. Cade Booker and Ted Morse and how they all tie in to Justin Valente and my father. I need to talk to Joe.”
“Yeah, we all do. He’s busy with the new baby.”
“I know. I hate to bother him, but he knows Booker better than the rest of us.”
“He does?”
“Yeah. I can’t say how, but he does.”
“You can’t keep secrets from me, Bryce.”
“I don’t want to, but this is Joe’s story to tell, not mine.