Page 40 of Ghost's Obsession

I reach for him, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Yes, start slow. And when I get used to that ginormous cock of yours, don’t hold back.”

That’s all it takes for him to notch his cock at my entrance and push forward. Even slow, his thick cock burns going in. Pressure that burns and fills at the same time. I gasp, my hands clutching his back, legs tightening as my body stretches to take him. Inch by inch, he sinks deeper, and it’s so much, but I love it. Better than good. It’s overwhelming in the way I’ve been craving.

“Fuck,” he growls. “You’re tight. So goddamn perfect.”

When he bottoms out, I feel stuffed full of him. He stays still, just breathing hard, giving me a second to catch up.

“Okay?” he asks, voice rough.

“Yes,” I whisper. “Move. Please.”

His hips roll slow at first, thick cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside me. My body responds instantly, rising to meet every thrust. The rhythm builds, each stroke deeper, harder, until my moans turn into gasps and gasps into curses.

“Look at me,” he says, voice tight. “Wanna see how much you like my cock.”

Unable to resist the tone of his voice in the moment, I look into his eyes. That’s when I see it. He’s not just fucking me. He’s making love to me.

Pleasure builds, tightening low and sharp. His thumb finds my clit, circles it just right, and my whole body tenses.

I scream his name as I come. My whole world fractures into a wave after wave of pleasure as he pounds into me.

He groans, hips slamming deep, and with a final thrust, he follows me into the bliss. He’s shuddering, breath ragged, holding me like he never wants to let go.

We stay tangled together, his cock planted deep inside me. Neither of us moves because we’re both just trying to catch our breath.

His weight is heavy on me, but it’s more comforting than crushing. It makes me feel safe in a way I hadn’t known I needed. His forehead rests against mine, both of us winded like we’ve just been through something we’ll never forget.

Eventually, he pulls out with a soft groan and disposes of the condom. I shiver at the loss of him, but before I can miss it for too long, he pulls me close again, wrapping his arm tight around my waist and tucking me against his chest.

“Still with me?” he asks, voice low, warm against my temple.

“Yeah,” I whisper. “Still here.”

His thumb brushes over my hip, slow and lazy. “You okay?”

“More than okay, I say against his chest.

There’s a pause. He kisses the top of my head.

“You don’t owe me anything just because we had sex,” he says. “Not explanations, promises, or any damn thing else.”

“I know,” I murmur. “But I think I might be falling in love with you.”

That earns the smallest smile I’ve ever seen on him. It’s barely there, but it’s so sweet that it melts me. I close my eyes, listening to the beat of his heart. And for once, I fall asleep knowing I’m exactly where I’m meant to be.

Chapter 14

Ghost

When I wake up the next morning, the bed is quiet behind me. After a few minutes, I hear her shift once. She makes a barely audible sound and then settles down again. She’s still sleeping. Good. She deserves to sleep a bit after last night. After the week she’s had. Hell, the life she’s had over the last few years. I crawl out of bed, use one of the guest bathrooms, and get dressed.

Since I’ve promised everyone breakfast, I get right on that bright and early. I like to make the biscuits first and get them in the oven along with the bacon. I’m still gearing up with a cup of coffee when the oven dings that it’s preheated. Moving through the kitchen barefoot, I’ve got coffee in one hand, a pan of bacon in the other. I shove the bacon in the oven with the biscuits, take a sip of coffee, and start cracking eggs into a metal bowl. I can already smell the biscuits slowly rising in the oven.

I’m not a chef, but being a prospect has taught me how to feed my club brothers. And last night, they pulled a cold, quiet watch outside this house just to make sure no one got close. Just to make sure Heather and her unborn child could rest easy. They earned a hearty breakfast.

I’m halfway through flipping sausage when I feel her behind me.

“Do you always cook like this after sex?” she asks, voice still drowsy.

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