Page 12 of Savage Truth

His corded muscles flexed and bulged beneath my fingers as I trailed them over his chest, shoulders, and back. I gasped when he slid a hand down my stomach to dip between my folds and tease the sensitive bundle of nerves there. My stomach clenched hard, and desire pooled low in my gut. It didn’t take long until I cried out from sensations exploding inside me as my knees buckled. He swept me up in his arms, depositing me on his bed before he followed, his towel in a heap on the floor. He made me feel small, delicate, and cherished.

I welcomed his weight then my head swam with need as his lips slanted over mine. His hand slid up the side of my body and over my stomach to cup my breast. With a gentle squeeze, my nipple stiffened. His lips left mine, trailing down my neck. When he sucked my nipple into his mouth, I arched against him, all nerve endings firing at once.

His moan vibrated against my skin, and he slid his fingers between my legs to tease my clit then dip inside. It was too much, and my body squeezed around his.

He paused to put on a condom then covered me with his weight. I felt completely alive with him, wanton and needy. When he pressed against my entrance, I gasped. He eased in slowly, letting me become accustomed to him. There was a slight resistance, and he paused, holding still as he devoured my lips, making me dizzy with need.

When he broke the kiss, I met his heated gaze, taking note of the strain on his face as he held still. He held himself in place inside me, seeming to read what he felt there to make sure I was ready, and my heart swelled. I felt safe in his arms, along with something else.Trust. Shock rippled through me at the realization just as he pushed deeper, and I tensed from the sharp sting of pain.

He didn’t move but tensed, his muscles flexing beneath my palms. Instinctively, I knew when I was ready and tilted my hips up, craving the friction and fullness.

He buried his face in my neck, inhaled my scent, and whispered my name, his attentiveness increasing my desire for him. Every movement stirred my need for him until I writhed beneath him, urging him on, meeting his rhythm with my hips and arching my back so that his body hit my clit. Each powerful thrust brought sensations cresting in waves until stars burst behind my eyelids, and I convulsed around him so hard that I almost lost consciousness.

His moan vibrated against my skin, and it wasn’t long before he chased my climax. We didn’t speak as he shifted to the side, withdrawing from my body. He pulled me into him, and I relaxed into his warmth as we regained our breath.

My lips curved into a satisfied smile, and I couldn’t help but think that my maid duties were officially done. What we had just done canceled the agreement.

I tilted my head against his arm, taking in his mussed dark hair that begged my fingers to run through it. Intense emotion burned in his eyes, and I wondered if they mirrored mine.

Something clicked inside me:this is where I’m supposed to be, in the arms of the only guy who makes me feel more than what’s comfortable.I relaxed, enveloped in his embrace, and tangled my legs with his. It wasn’t long before I dozed.

CHAPTER SIX

COLE

My blaring alarm pulled me from the best sleep, and I opened my eyes just enough to see my phone. I slapped the button, stopping the noise. I turned to my side, reaching for Riley, but the sheets were cool to the touch where she’d been.

I buried my face in her pillow, inhaling her sexy lilac-and-honey scent, and my body reacted instantly. So much for getting her out of my system. It took another minute to adjust to her absence. Another round this morning would have been nice.

I shoved off the covers then dropped my feet to the floor, resigned to how addicted I was to her.What the hell am I going to do about that?

She wasn’t staying, and the faster I got her out of my system, the better. She was a grifter, and by the time I got all the information I needed and took it to my dad, she would be gone. That was what I wanted—at least it should have been. I needed to get my head on straight.

I stood then went into my bathroom to shower. As the water heated, I replayed every moment with Riley. She was wild and fiery, and I couldn’t get over how she felt or moved beneath me. Everything about her was a fantasy.I’m her first. She gave herself to me freely and more than once because she wanted to, but she also took control of her own pleasure, which turned me on even more. She had been completely genuine and so damn sexy.

I took a quick shower and got dressed with her on my mind the entire time. Maybe, I thought, we could strike a deal and enjoy each other at night, putting all conflicts aside with a truce once we were in bed together. The rest of the time would be fair game.

Maid duty was over. I had a better way to occupy her time.

The more I thought about that idea, the more I liked the sound of it. Decision made, I tried to put her out of my mind.

It was Sunday, but I still had to get a workout in and determine who was going for a run with me. Phoenix was always game, and we would drag our brothers along, even though they preferred to sleep late. Leaving my room, I glanced across the hall to find Riley’s door open and her bed made. Maybe she was getting breakfast.

I went downstairs and into the kitchen, phone in hand, and shot a text to Phoenix, intent on grabbing some water and a piece of toast.

“Good morning, Cole.”

I stopped short at Raelyn’s voice. She sat at the table, a mug of coffee in front of her, dressed casually in yoga pants and a T-shirt, her hair in a messy bun like Riley wore. I saw the appeal that my dad had fallen for—and he had, hard. It was unusual. Dad had delivered the threat about not messing with Riley with an intensity I hadn’t seen in a while. Then there was the way he looked at Raelyn and how he watched her when she wasn’t looking. Not that I was around them much, but I’d still taken notice. Not once had he been that way with Mom.

I grunted in response before grabbing a glass and filling it with water, my appetite gone. After chugging it, I put the cup in the dishwasher and turned toward the garage. I would just meet Phoenix. A text to my brother was the best I could do right now. He would join us or not. That was on him.

She took a sip of her coffee, observing me over the rim before setting it on the table. “Do you want breakfast?”

I paused in the doorway. She seemed like she wanted to talk, and I had questions. I leaned against the doorjamb. “No, thanks. I’m going for a run. Where’re Dad and Riley this morning?”

“Your father had to go to the office for a few hours.” Then she smiled, and the sheer happiness of it hit me hard. “Riley is at diving practice.” She blinked a few times, a sheen of mist coating her eyes.

Why is this such a big deal?“On Sunday?”

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