Page 39 of The Cold Ride

I’d not done it well. Not when it felt as if the last decade had been a bad dream and this was my real life, here with her and Amelia.

“More, James,” she begged with a throaty moan.

Releasing her neck, I rose to my full height and gripped her hips tight. And I cut loose. I held nothing back, power driving inside her heat with hammered thrusts. She clamped down on my dick. Bolts of lightning sizzled along my spine.

I loved fucking this woman.

She gripped the bedding and moaned, tilting her hips and thrusting back. She was lost in her need. And I was right there with her. No one else had ever made me feel this way, made desire grab me by the fucking throat and not release me until every ounce of pleasure was spent.

And I didn’t know if being with Rory was the right call. I had no idea if walking down this path was going to blow up in our faces. All I knew was that I couldn’t walk away from her. It was messed up.

I still didn’t forgive her.

But I’d never stopped wanting her. I ghosted my thumb over her back channel entrance, and she bucked, writhing for me. Oh yeah, before I headed back to base, I was taking her ass.

Going on instinct, I drew some of her cream up to that tiny rosette, coating it, and slipped my thumb inside.

Rory went wild. “Please let me come. Oh god, that feels so good. Don’t stop.”

“Ever have a man in your ass, babe?” I asked, thrusting my thumb in and out, imagining it was my dick her ass was squeezing tight.

“No. Never,” she gasped and groaned into the bedding.

“I’m going to fuck it. Not tonight, but soon.”

She whimpered. “Yes. Whatever you want. Just don’t stop, please.”

And her desire sent me into overdrive. I peppered her pussy with ferocious thrusts that moved the mattress. That had her clutching at the covers and moaning loudly into them. That even made my fucking toes curl at the intensity of pleasure swarming me.

Rory jerked against me, her legs flailing, and then she wailed, “James.”

Her pussy nearly flattened my dick as she came. My balls drew up. Her spasms launched me over the edge into ecstasy that stole the breath from my lungs. My knees trembled as my climax struck. I worked myself inside her until every drop had been expelled from my balls.

Lowering my torso until it met her back, I gathered her in my arms.

When we hit the road to bring her Evan’s letter, I never imagined we’d be back here again. That either of us would be willing to open that doorway again. But Wyatt’s comment resurfaced.

I had a ready-made family here, just waiting for me.

But could I trust her? Could I forgive her?

I didn’t have an answer to those questions. But I wanted to forgive her. Being with Rory again felt right. Over the past ten years, I’d been rather cavalier with women, never committing to anyone because none of them compared to Rory.

Turning her face, I gently claimed her lips. Twisted up inside, my feelings were in a riot. But for now, I wasn’t going to make a decision. I’d enjoy having her in my arms again while getting to know our daughter.

It had to be enough for now.

And then I withdrew and hefted her into my arms, depositing her on the bed.

“James! What are you doing?” She laughed as she scrambled to sit up.

I followed her into bed. My cock jolted. I had years of pent-up frustrations because no woman had ever measured up.

“I’m not done with you tonight.” I gathered her close, ready for the next round. Ready to show her what it was really like when a woman took a Navy SEAL to bed.

“Well, don’t let me stop you.” She wriggled beneath me.

“Just hold on to me, babe.” I claimed her lips, dragging her back down into the pleasure-infused abyss with me. Surrendering to the fire that had always burned between us.

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