“No. Fuck no.” Guess the love triangle theory my lawyer warned me about reached my father’s insulated bubble of indifference to pop culture.
“Just what the news guy said.”
“It’s bullshit.” Is it though? Andrew’s always been way too interested in Mallory for my taste. Then again, I pretty much want to murder any man who looks at her for more than two seconds. Still, I can’t deny his interest in her is more than his usual disgusting admiration of the general female population. None of that matters since I’m not the one who shot Andrew. And we haven’t fought over Mallory. Not yet, anyway.
By the time we end our call, Mallory’s softly snoring behind me. I toss my towel on the chair in the corner and shift Mallory into the center of the big king bed, then crawl in next to her.
“How’s your dad?” she murmurs.
I pull her into my arms and kiss her temple. “He’s fine.”
“Are you—”
“Shh, go back to sleep. I wanna cuddle with you.”
Sleepy laughter. “Cuddle, huh?”
The last twenty-four hours punch me in the face as soon as I settle down next to her and close my eyes.
Mallory
The air conditioning clicks on and a cool breeze tickles over my shoulder.
I blink my eyes open and stare into the shadowy room. Hotel room.
Everything rushes back and I flip over, seeking Chaser. Scared getting him out of jail was just a dream.
But he’s safe. Sound asleep. On his back. One arm flung to the side, the other resting on his chest.
My gaze travels lower.
No wonder I was cold.
The sheet’s functioning as a tent instead of a cover.
Reaching over, I wrap my fingers around Chaser’s erection, quickly glancing up to see if he’s awake. His chest continues to rise and fall.
Two different impulses strike me. To softly stroke and run my tongue along his length. Or to straddle his hips and lower myself onto his waiting cock.
Taste wins. I drag my tongue down his shaft, from crown to base and back before closing my mouth over the tip.
He awakens with a gasp and groan. The rough pad of his thumb strokes my cheek, encouraging me to run my hand up and down before taking him as deep as possible.
“Ohhh, fuck. This is the best way to wake up.” He lifts his hips and his head falls back against the pillow.
His cock hits the back of my throat and he groans. “Fuck, yeah. Like that.”
I run my hands over his thighs, lightly scratching my nails against his skin and he shivers.
“Baby, come here,” he urges. “I want to come in your snug little pussy.”
I release him with a pop of my lips but continue stroking my hand up and down his length. “I know for a fact you’re capable of doing both.”
“I need to be buried inside you.” He curls his fingers around mine and urges me up.
I lift my hips, positioning him and sink down, taking him inch by inch. He gives me a few seconds to adjust before curling his big hands around my waist. I wrap my fingers around his arms, leaning in and working him in and out. Hitting the perfect spot. My legs tremble. Tension builds inside me, ready to snap.
“That’s it,” he encourages.
“Oh,” I gasp. “I’m—”
He lifts his hips. “Yeah, you are.”
Pleasure fires through me and I dig my fingers into his arms.
He takes over, rocking my hips back and forth, helping me ride it out. “That’s my girl,” he whispers, dragging me down for a kiss.
When I finally open my eyes, he flashes a wicked grin. “My turn.”
Holding me tight, he rolls us, raising himself on one arm. “Can you take more?”
“Anything you want to give me.”
“Careful, little dove. What if it’s everything?”
I wiggle my hips in desperation. “All of you. Please.”
“What’s your hurry? Got somewhere to be?”
Even as he teases me with playful words, he slides his hand under my ass, tilting me for a better angle to meet each slow, tortuous thrust.
Stroke after stroke, he steals my breath and words. Sweet pressure builds inside me again. Long and slow until I’m afraid I’ll burst into flames.
Another thrust and pleasure rushes through every nerve ending.
“That’s it,” he whispers, watching but never slowing his hips. Panting and slick with sweat, he curses and empties himself inside me.
In awe of how I have the power to leave this strong, beautiful man weak and trembling, I can’t stop touching him everywhere. Running my hands up and down his back,