Page 41 of Avery's Hero

I’ve never masturbated with a woman in my arms before, never knew how mind blowing it would be.

“Brock, more, more. Now.” She twists against me, grinding her pussy against my hand.

I add another finger, and rasp against her ear, “Ride my fingers, Angel. That’s it. Chase it.”

Three strokes later, she stiffens against me.“Ahhhhh!”Her mouth drops open, her head drops back onto my chest. Her lids flicker like she’s dreaming. Water splashes off her peaked nipples as she raggedly breathes.

A flaming arrow of heat lances upward from my sack to the tip of my cock. The ferocity steals my breath, just likeI’ve been kicked. Because I have, by one little woman, right in the fucking heart.

I swallow. Try to get my vocal cords back online but almost fail because I’m so deep in the pleasure zone, nothing but my hand and my cock are working.

“God, Angel,that’s hot as fuck,” I manage to grunt as I clench my cock hard. Fisting the rock hard shaft, my shout echoes against the shower walls. It’s a guttural, unrecognizable sound that tears out of me as every cell in my body contracts.

Burst after burst of my hot load shoots out of me, coating Avery’s back.

I plant my shaking hand against the tile wall. My chest heaves like I’ve sprinted up the side of a ten story building. The room spins. My cock violently throbs. Shit, I’ve got to get my head on straight, fast.

Avery sags against my arm, and I let her gently down to the bench.

“Yeah, I feel you,” I murmur as I wait for the room to stop spinning. For a second, I wonder if it’s because my world has gotten knocked off its axis.

I laugh, shake my head. “I came so hard I almost snapped my spine in half.”

She giggles, blushes hard, and covers her face with her hands. “Well, I almost melted into a puddle and slid down the shower drain. The only thing that kept me upright was your arm.”

I reach for her, push her hands aside and cup her cheek in my palm. When I tip her face up, our gazes collide. Everything goes still.

This isn’t supposed to be happening.

But it is.

Here we are.

Seriously, I say, “I had you.”

Blinking up at me, her eyes give me a window to her emotions. It’s all there. The ghosts. Her hope. Her need to trust me. The uncertainty. The understanding of how fucked up this all is.

Avery knows how dangerous this game is that we’re playing. More than jobs are on the line.

Neither of us says it aloud, but barriers are falling, and castles without their walls are easy targets for carnage.

Before my head gets too wrecked, I grab Avery’s hand and pull her to her feet. “Let’s finish showering. Then we need to take a bullet train to the fire station.”

We soap each other up quickly. Shaking her head, she says, “You drive like a madman, by the way.”

I laugh as I run my fingers through her hair. “You like it. I saw it in your eyes last night.”

Her grin is telling. “Maybe a little.”

I tilt her head back and rinse the shampoo out, careful to make sure I get it all. “Thrill seeker.”

“Look who’s talking, Mr. Bomb Squad.”

“I like dealing with things that might explode.”

“Thus our current predicament,” she replies before she turns pensive.

Clenching my jaw, I try to take a steadying breath and fail completely.

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