Page 56 of Relinquish

I tremble with pleasure. Holy fuck. My pussy tightens and shudders as the first ripples of orgasm nears, and my eyes roll back into my head. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” The world spins in all directions. I would give anything to spend every day wrapped in his arms.

“I can feel your insides clenching around my dick. I’m not going to last long. I’ve got to slow down,” he grinds out against my lips and swoops down to capture my mouth with his.

Our tongues dance to the tempo of our lovemaking as each sharp plunge of his dick strikes my depths, filling me with ripples of pleasure. As he withdraws, the crown of his cock hits my G spot, and back inside he goes. I feel like a ragdoll being shaken toward a climax.

A rattling sound breaks through the overwhelming ecstasy. What was that? I dig my nails into his shoulders and moan as the door beside us shakes from our frantic lovemaking. Shit. Who the fuck cares? I couldn’t stop if the police came knocking on the door.

When I wiggle my bottom down to his base, his body jerks, and laughter bubbles out of my mouth. The man prides himself on his ironclad restraint, and I can break it. I relish the power that it brings. As I gyrate against him, changing my tempo back to a more frenetic pace, I groan. The joke is on me. I’m not going to last.

“Wench.”

I shiver at the untamed look in his eyes. All thoughts of control fly out of my head as he increases the intensity of his strokes. “Fu-u-u-uck, ye-s-s-s.” I bite his shoulder to keep from breaking a window as the orgasm tears through me, dragging me deep into bliss until my vision is filled with stars.

“Fuck. Your pussy is so sweet.” His body shakes from shoulder to thigh as he comes deep inside me.

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Cade

She stretches next to me and places her hand over her mouth to stifle a yawn. Did she fall asleep? Jetlag is catching up with both of us, and tomorrow won’t be any less stressful as we’ll be meeting with Maitland. It’s well past two o’clock, and the rumble of departing vehicles has slowed over the last thirty minutes. I’m sure the party continues below us, but the crowd is thinning.

As I run my fingers lazily down her sheet-covered side, her brilliant blue eyes pop open. “Tell me about the scars.”

I’m not surprised by her question. She had undoubtedly noticed the markings that crisscrossed my upper back and along my thighs. My right side received the most damage during the explosion. I take a deep breath. “It’s kind of a long story.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

I smile at her, drinking everything in at once. I haven’t said the words, but she must know how I feel about her. “I guess I’ll start at the beginning. When my mother was in the beginning stages of her illness, I used to roam the streets after school, looking for odd jobs.” That was when I went to school, which wasn’t often. That’s a conversation for another time.

“One day, I saw this scrawny kid being followed by a group of bullies. They were knocking his backpack off his shoulder. Hitting his cap off his head. That type of thing. He was a lot smaller than them and ran into an alley to get away. I was familiar with the area and knew it was a dead-end, so I followed them. They had him surrounded, knocked off his glasses, and his lip was bleeding. Before I could talk myself out of the stupid idea, I went charging in.”

“Were you hurt?” She rests her head on her hand, elbow propped on the pillow.

I shrug. “A little, but not as much as they were.”

“How many were there?” She shivers.

“Four.” I grab the blanket and cover her up.

“You took on four boys. With no help?” Her eyes are round as saucers. “How’d you learn to fight like that?”

“Luck, I guess. At the time, I had no training. Eventually, Tyrone got in a couple of hits to help.”

“Sarah’s fiancé?”

“The one and only.”

“Why were they after him?”

“Stella was planning to adopt him. The other kids were in the boy’s home where she worked and were furious that she picked him over the others. From that day on, he and his younger brother, Daniel, followed me around everywhere. As annoying as they were, they were my entourage. In a roundabout way, through them, I met Stella. After my mom passed, I went to live with them.” I run my fingers through her hair.

“What about the military and your Medal of Honor?”

I brace my shoulders for the tough conversation. The first part of the story was easy. “After I graduated from high school, I joined the Navy. I hated imposing on Stella and wanted to pay her back.” One corner of my mouth raises. “And I wanted to save the world.”

“I’m sure you were not a bother to her.”

“I realize that now, but tell that to the eighteen-year-old version of me. I’m not complaining. I loved the Navy. I was good at it.” I’ll never forget the first days after I joined and discovered I’d found where I belonged.

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