Page 91 of Taking Denver

“I’m fine,” I say, kissing her. “Why was Colt calling you?”

She swallows, her body trembling. “He wasn’t. I changed Cal’s contact to Colt’s name and told him to call me.”

Clever fucking girl. I kiss her again and lift her into my arms. She wraps her legs around my waist, and the quick kiss becomes more. She relaxes in my hold, and my hand snakes up the back of her t-shirt, her skin hot against my palm. Her trembling ceases, and fire ignites in my blood as her tongue finds mine.

“Is everyone—” Cal pauses at the door. “Is this really the time to do this?”

I reluctantly end the kiss. “Where’s Wilder?”

“He scampered away, but JJ is on his tail,” Cal says.

Fucker. “I need men for the grounds, double the usual number. When you find Wilder, take him to one of the warehouses.” Denver stares down at me with flushed cheeks, eyes wild with heat. “But first, get everyone out of my house.”

Cal sighs. “Thank you, Cal. I appreciate you leaving a date, coming here, and saving our lives, Cal. You two don’t appreciate me.” Denver smiles as Cal walks away, still mumbling to himself.

“Why are you sending everyone away?” she asks.

“Because I plan on fucking you in every room in this house,” I say. “And I don’t need an audience for that.”

Chapter 30

Ranger

I’ve replayed the night Wyatt died countless times. Not him, not the bullet that took his life—her. When she’d lowered the gun, and I took her to bed. The sounds she made, how she tasted, smelled, and felt beneath my hands. She was unbreakable, wild, un-fucking-tamable, and right now, she’s no different.

She kisses me, her tongue frantically circling mine, her legs tightening around my waist. Years of want, of resistance, crumble around us, and I sit her on the desk.

We’re surrounded by bodies, blood, and casings, and she pulls at my belt. Heat rushes to my cock, and it strains against my zipper, but I need more than just the physical. I cup her chin and lock eyes with her.

“How do you feel, Denver?”

“Powerful,” she whispers.

Feral heat ignites in the dark of her eyes, and I run my palms up her thighs. I grip her underwear, snapping it in one clean, quick motion, and open her legs. I sink to my knees, warm blood seeping into my suit.

“Ranger.” She gapes down at me. “You were shot. Shouldn’t we?—”

I grip her thighs and pull her to the edge of the desk. “No.” Her next words are swallowed by a moan as I run my tongue across her clit. She whispers my name, and it’s like prayers across my skin—all I’ve needed since the last time I had her. I suck on her gently, savoring her taste, her smell, the warmth of her against my tongue and lips.

“Ranger—” She cries out as I slip my tongue inside her, circling her entrance with slow, deliberate movements.

“You taste like fucking heaven,” I growl against her warmth. I tug her closer to me, and she rests her legs on my shoulders as I feast on her. Her fingers entwine in my hair, and she grinds against my mouth, her heels digging into my back as her moans get louder.

I close my mouth around her, my tongue flicking against her clit, circling, pushing her close to the edge. I sink two fingers inside her. She bucks her hips against the feeling, and she squeezes me, her pussy clenching as I move slowly in and out of her. I move faster. Faster. My tongue and fingers find a rhythm until she falls quiet, and when I look up, she’s watching me with hunger in her gaze. My cock is painfully hard, knowing that she’s admiring every moment. Her lips are parted as she watches every move I make, and when I curl my fingers, her eyes widen.

“Yes, just like that, oh fuck—” A desperate cry leaves her throat, and she comes. The waves squeeze my fingers, and I remove them, my tongue finding her entrance to feel every pulse of her orgasm, drinking down everything she gives me.

Her fingers relax in my hair, and I stand, licking my lips, savoring every taste.

“Denver,” I say quietly. She looks at me with half-lidded eyes, and I tug gently on the bottom of her t-shirt, a silent request for her to lift her arms. She does, and I pull off the item of clothing and toss it onto one of the bodies at our feet. Her cheek is warm as I press my palm to it. “You’re mine now. That means I’m goingto fuck you, I’m going to come inside you, and you’ll do as I say. If I tell you to get on your knees, you do it. If I tell you to suck my cock, you’ll obey. Do you understand?” She nods quietly, her expression glazed with desire. “But that also means I’m yours.” I brush her hair back, and her cheeks flush. “You own me as much as I own you. In the bedroom, I have control, but you have the final say. Always. Do you understand?”

She nods. “Yes.”

I kiss her cheek. “You are my partner.” I kiss her chin. “You are safe with me.” I kiss her lips. “And now I’m going to fuck you.”

She wets her lips, casting a glance at the bodies. “Here?”

I grin. “Everywhere, my love. If that’s what you want.”

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