Page 104 of Renegade Rift

I’m not prepared.

If I were, I'd be embarrassed by the way my thighs clench around Ford's head, pulsing with every contraction of my pussy. Or the way my hand tangles in his hair, holding his face against me as I fully give into my depravity and ride his lips with reckless abandon.

But I’m too far gone to care about any of that.

Ford hums his constant approval against my overstimulated clit, and as much as I want to pull away, my legs are a shaking mess, and I’m helpless to do anything but writhe against his ministrations. They turn to lazy strokes, and I watch as he laps up every drop of my arousal.

“Mmm.” He pulls back and grins, his lips glistening. “Did you know you taste sweeter right before you come?”

Heat fills my already crimson cheeks. “I’ll add that to the list of things to my dating resume.”

He growls and unhooks his hands from the bedframe and releases them from the belt, proving his respect for my boundaries was all him and not a result of the circumstances. His arms wrap around my waist, and he lifts me in one fluid stroke so I’m sitting beside him. It only lasts for a moment, though before he rolls onto his side and tugs me down into his arms. He curls around me, my back pressed to his chest.

He nestles his nose into the crook of my neck. “I’m going to need you to refrain from mentioning the fact you’ll be going on any other dates in the future. Especially while my lips are coated in your cum.”

“Does it make you jealous?” I’m not sure why I poke the bear, but it seems at the moment there aren’t any walls between us, and I need to know.

His arms tighten around me, and I feel the rumble that accompanies his words. “I’ve never been the jealous type, but when it comes to you, I just might be.”

When it comes to him, I just might be too.

I scoot back into his chest, getting comfortable so I don’t have to think about how, right now, everything about Ford lives in that space of maybe and might be.

That is until I feel the unmistakable hardness nestled perfectly against my ass.

“Do you want me to?—”

“No.” He cuts me off and presses a kiss right behind my ear. “Tonight is about you, and claiming your kingdom.”

I don’t like it, but I play along. “And did I?”

Ford chuckles. “I’ll forever be your loyal subject.”

“But—”

“Relax, Juliet. Next time, you can take care of me.”

I let loose a yawn, suddenly overcome by all the night’s excitement and that earth shattering orgasm. “Promise?”

“It might be the death of me, but yes.”

“I’m going to hold you to it.” My words slur as my eyes flutter shut and relax into the warmth of his embrace.

And I swear, just before sleep takes me, I hear him whisper, “I’ll die a happy man.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

FORD: Good morning, asshole. When were you going to tell us you were in town a few weeks ago?

SOPHIA: What?

FORD: Mercer was in New York and didn’t tell us. I had to find out from Dax.

SOPHIA: WTF Mercer?

FORD: You can’t ignore us forever. Willow told me you’ll be here for the hearing and I’m pretty sure we’re still going to be on the same team.

MERCER: Yes, I’ll be there.

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