Page 26 of Sniper

Sniper. I was naked and his body—also naked—was molded against mine. “Sorry,” I mumbled as everything came back to me. The sex, the mind-blowing sex that had shaken me to my core. He bent me over the bed and fucked me from behind so good that tears leaked from my eyes. Then after warning me we weren’t done talking about the bounty on his head, he dragged me to the shower and fucked two more orgasms out of me.

I fell into a deep sleep, deeper than any sleep I’d had since before medical school. So deep, I’d found it impossible to wake myself from the ongoing nightmare of Ethan’s torment.

“Sorry?” He laughed.

“Yeah, I’m sorry for waking you.”

He laughed harder, his body shook behind me. “Don’t go getting all nice on me now.”

I rolled my eyes and bit back the smile his words created. “I didn’t know where I was or who was holding me.”

Sniper reached around and grabbed my chin, turning my head until my eyes met his. “You’ve been whimpering and crying and the only thing that seemed to help was holding you.”

Oh shit.“Um, well thank you?”

He laughed again. “Are they always this bad?”

I nodded and turned away. It was easier to talk about this when I wasn’t looking at him. “I guess. I wouldn’t know since I haven’t shared a bed with anyone since this nightmare began.” I wasn’t ready to risk trusting another man with my body or my life.

“That explains why you’re so fucking tight.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at his inappropriate comment. “You’re a lot bigger than Ethan so it would’ve been the same.”

He barked out another laugh. “Now you’re just trying to butter me up.”

“Me? I would never.” The truth was my nightmares had started even before I left Ethan. “Do you ever feel, I don’t know, haunted by the things you’ve seen and done?”

“Sometimes maybe.”

I nodded. It wasn’t the same though. “Ethan’s MC was into a lot of shit.” His other friends were into even worse shit, but I hadn’t told Sniper about that yet. “It was really bad, and I didn’t sleep well even then if I’m being honest.”

“Worse than the shit you saw in the ER?”

I nodded. “Much worse. Auto and workplace accidents happen but even the human-inflicted injuries were just the aftermath. I didn’t have toseethem happen.” I shook my head and turned to bury my face in his strong chest, the shorter hairs slightly rough against my cheek. “I hate that he still lives in my head.”

“He doesn’t,” Sniper said. “Not with me here with you.” His big hand rubbed my back in soothing circles.

Oh how I wished that was true. Ethan lived in my head, and he probably would for a long damn time. I’d learned some really tough lessons being with him, lessons I wouldn’t be able to forget even if I tried. I hated it and I hated him, and I wished I could just forget him. “Sniper,” I whispered.

“What is it?”

I reached between us and gripped his cock, long and thick and beautifully formed, and stroked him. “I want to forget him. I need to forget him. Sniper, make me forget.”

His stare was hard as his green eyes darkened. I didn’t know if he would turn over and go back to sleep or laugh in my face, but he’d be well within his rights to do either. The sex earlier, while earth shattering, was a mistake. I shouldn’t want him again now. Shouldn’t need him again either.

But I did.

Sniper looked like he wanted to say something, and I held my breath but then his mouth snapped shut.

My body sank deeper into the mattress, but I kept my expression blank. The last thing he needed was for me to make him feel guilty for rejecting me. “Right. Yeah, forget about it.”

“Fuck,” he growled a second before his mouth slammed down on mine. His tongue was masterful as it moved along my lips and then against my tongue. He kissed me like I was the air he breathed, his tongue plunged deep and explored every inch of my mouth until his name was tattooed on every inch before he moved lower. His mouth left a trail of heat as it danced along my flesh, down my neck where he licked the flames of fire across my collarbone. Down my chest to the spot between my breasts, and then lower and lower still until his broad shoulders pushed my thighs apart.

“I’ll make you forget, Katey. I’ll make you forget your fuckin’ name,” he said, his voice hoarse with lust as he spread me wide, indecently so, while his tongue teased my clit and my opening.

“Oh, fuck!” My back arched on its own and my heels dug into the hard muscles of his shoulder blades, urging him to keep doing that wonderfully wicked thing he was doing to my pussy. “Yes!”

Sniper devoured me and he did it making the filthiest sounds. He sucked my clit, slurped my juices and flicked his tongue over where I was wet, swollen, and pulsating hungrily. He growled against my flesh, the sensation reverberated through me and I felt my body tightening until I finally snapped when the first flicker of orgasm hit me.

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