Page 114 of The Convict Gets His Girl

She gasped, tossing her head and squeezing him again. "Fuck, I think I found your kink."

She huffed. "Whatever, don't be an ass. Are you going to fuck me or?—"

He pulled out and speared inside, not stopping this time but rocking into her with hard, rough strokes that made the stars burst in his mind. Every push inside was a welcome home, her slick pussy the only prison he ever wanted to be in.

He set up a frantic, raw rhythm, and she matched him stroke for stroke. Her gasps, the way she tossed her head and buried it in the bed, the arch of her back as she gripped the blanket—it all coalesced into a pinpoint of need where their bodies joined.

His hands gripped her hips, using them for leverage as he rode her hard. She pushed back against him, her body demanding more as he murmured praise on her.

"Yes, take that dick, my Jewel. I love the way you feel, the way you squeeze me so tight. I love?—"

He groaned as she gasped, tipping over the edge and thrashing beneath him. Her body shook and her pussy clamped on him like a vise, writhing and quivering.

Hands on hips, he held still, soaking up the feel of her orgasm and trying to hold off his own. The need to explode built within him with each squeeze of her pussy. His balls tightened, and when she thrashed again, her spasm sent him over the edge. He exploded within her, flooding her and claiming her with a need so violent, it left him gasping, hunched over her back.

He stayed inside, letting her body milk him, paralyzed by the pleasure that only she had ever given him. Fuck, he'd almost admitted he loved her. Thank God, she'd orgasmed when she did.

ChapterForty-Two

"Y'all made dinner?" Jewel asked in surprise as she kicked off her boots at the door after a long day at work, the smell of sizzling fajitas filling the air.

"We're in here," Chase called. She followed his voice and the smell into the kitchen where Chase sat at the table with his laptop while Raul stirred veggies in a skillet.

"There you are. You're home earlier than I expected," Chase said with a smile, his split lip already turning purple.

She'd been afraid to leave Chase at home, thinking he'd overextend himself when he should be recovering, but Raul had promised to take care of him.

The word home echoed in the room, and she swallowed past what it meant. "I was worried about you when you stopped texting."

Chase waved to the computer. "I just got sucked into work."

Raul snorted and turned, setting the steaming food on the table. "He's got tunnel vision, I swear. Just completely ignored me talking about dinner."

Chase winced and rubbed the back of his neck, his one eye turning to Raul. "Sorry, man, I didn't mean to ignore you."

Raul shrugged. "No skin off my back. I'm still trying to figure out how to have a normal conversation without watching my back."

Chase nodded as Jewel washed up, saying, "You should come to therapy with me tomorrow. It's a group just for convicts."

Her phone vibrated, and she reached for it, swiping on Destini's picture to start the video chat.

"Hey, sweetie, how was school today?" Jewel asked as she went around the table to sit down next to Chase.

"It was fine, but bittersweet, knowing this is my last week with my friends. I—wait, oh my God, what happened to you?" Destini gasped, sinking onto the couch at Liz and Joe's as she peered closer into the phone.

Chase winced, and Jewel handed him the phone. "Got in a fight at the barn party last night."

"Geez, what kind of party was it?"

Jewel laughed and handed Chase his meds and a drink, coming into view of the camera. She explained about the wedding, which made Destini grow quiet, and then about the fight and what Andre had said.

"He was arrested? What does that mean for your record?" Destini asked, way too insightful for her age.

Chase shrugged. "Don't know yet. My lawyer is working on it as well as my brother, Gunner. He's the sheriff."

Destini frowned, and Jewel heard Liz call for dinner in the background.

"I gotta go. Mom, can you come get me this week or do you have to wait 'til the weekend?"

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