Page 89 of The Alpha's Second Chance Mate

She giggled as she flipped onto her belly and parted her knees for me. My eyes locked on the glistening pink flesh between her legs, and a deep, throaty growl rippled through my chest.

“I told you what that sound does to me,” Avery said, raising her ass, pressing her pussy toward me.

“Fuck,” I hissed.

Straddling her, I grasped the base of my cock and pressed the head at her opening, then moved it back and forth, up and down. Across her clit, over her pussy, then up and across her asshole, then back down, the head of my dick growing wetter with each stroke.

“Put it in, Cole,” Avery whined. “I want your cock in me.”

A contented sigh fell from my lips as I slid into her. Hot, wet flesh embraced me. Avery cried out, clutching at the sheets until I was fully inside her. Fuck, she felt so good.

I lay down, my chest to her back, and slid my left hand beneath her, rubbing her clit as I began to rock against her, plunging my cock deep with each thrust. My lips were right next to her ear, my breath puffing her hair as I breathed deeply.

“Does that feel good?” I whispered.

“Uh-huh,” she grunted, face pressed into the sheets.

“Are you gonna come for me?”

“Uh-huh,” she moaned again, pushing herself up to meet my dick with each movement.

“Good girl.”

Picking up the pace, I crashed into her, Avery’s ass slapping against my stomach. Beneath me, Avery tensed, nearly dragging the comforter off the bed. I couldn’t help but smile as I watched her mouth drop open in a silent scream, veins standing out onher neck, breathless and descending into a dark, glorious well of pleasure.

Spurred on by her reaction, I fucked her harder. When her first orgasm ebbed, she sucked in a breath, and another slammed into her. I grabbed her ass, a cheek in each hand, and rammed in deep. Avery cried my name out in ecstasy as waves of pleasure washed over her.

A pressure, delicious in its insistence, built at the base of my cock and deep in my balls.

“I’m gonna come,” I cried as I thrust deeper, grunting as I came.

With slow and languid strokes, I rode out the orgasm, enjoying the slick, soft clench of her body on my cock. At last, I collapsed next to her, breathing heavily.

“Holy shit,” Avery said, her voice still muffled by the sheets. “That was fucking good.”

“Same,” I agreed, running a loving hand up her back and then down to her ass. “Let’s go to sleep.”

“That sounds like a great idea, but that means I’ve got to move.”

“I could lift you, if you want?”

“No. I’ll make it work.”

She groaned and sat up, using a towel I handed her to clean up. A sudden and intense exhaustion struck me, and I was sure Avery felt the same. We didn’t even bother with pajamas, simply falling into bed once we’d brushed our teeth and sleeping the sleep of the dead.

The next morning, I woke before Avery. She was curled up beside me, snoring softly. Not wanting to wake her, I eased from the bed and dressed as quietly as I could before checking my phone. To my relief, I had an email from Trent confirming that the cash had been transferred and would be waiting at the bank. He’d added the address and the account number. It was a few minutes after nine, so the bank would be open. I could get everything done quickly, then spend the day with Avery.

After scribbling a note to Avery on hotel stationery, telling her I was taking care of the money and would be back soon, I placed it on my pillow in case she woke up. That taken care of, I snuck out of the room and let the door close with a faintclick.

The whole thing was surprisingly easy. Lots of paperwork and showing my ID, and then the bank president came out to meet me. It appeared that even in Atlanta, most people didn’t usually make withdrawals this big.

The entire time it was going on, I had a weird feeling. More thoughts and doubts crept in. This thing with Kyle had to be about more than money.

By bank procedure, a security guard had to escort me to my truck. It was a little bizarre and gave me the impression that it was, in fact, drawing more attention to me than if I’d left by myself, but who was I to complain?

At the car, I nodded my thanks to the guard. “All set. You’re good to go.”

He grunted some response and departed. Once he was around the corner, I tucked the bag into a hidden compartment belowthe backseat of the truck. I mostly used it for tools, but it would work as a sort of safety deposit box until I could give it to Kyle.

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