Page 24 of Devil's Due: Sarge

I sigh and smile, feeling like I finally got one over on him. I should know better.

He bends down to kiss me. Passion –and tongues. When he pulls back, he warns me, “This time. The next round, we go slow and I don’t care how much you cry about it.”

“Deal,” I whisper because at this point, I’d agree to just about anything.

Before the word even finishes leaving my mouth, he tugs me from the back, positioning me on my knees at the headboard facing the wall, both of our bodies now gloriously naked. With one tatted arm, he holds me around the waist, with the other, he links our fingers together, covering my small hand with his much larger one. He presses my palm to the wall, and he enters me. My head falls back against his chest from the sheer euphoria of feeling his massive, thickened hardness impaling me. I begin to move first, tilting my pelvis toward the headboard and then sliding slowly back along his shaft. Sarge begins to move with me, pulling back and then pressing forward, meeting me in the middle. He nuzzles my neck and kisses my jaw while whispering soft nothings in my ear. His breath tickles.

I thought thenext roundis the round that’s supposed to go slow, and if that’s the case, then I’m in major trouble because the way he has me positioned right now, trapped between the headboard and his rock-hard body, is positively maddening from the pace he’s slowed us down to. Every time I try to move faster, he tightens his arm to stop me until I’ve learned to just let him do this as he wants to do this. I’m a fast learner. That’s the only thing fast happening in the bed.

With my capitulation, he reaches one hand around front to play with my nipples, pulling on each one and twisting gently. Using the other hand, he repeats those same teasing actions, only down lower… where it really counts.

My eyes close as I reach for it, that beautiful release, feeling him stroke in and out, filling me, stretching me completely each time. But is that enough for him? —no. Not for Sarge. He throws in a twist and shifts his pelvis up, catching me completely off guard. While he sucks the skin of my neck into his mouth, chuckling probably from the way I’m writhing in front of him, begging now for the beautiful torture to stop, my entire body seizes up. I think my heart and lungs even momentarily cease working, bracing for the mother of all orgasms.

He won’t let it happen, meticulously controlling his actions to keep me from tipping over that edge. “Say my name, baby,” he whispers in my ear. “You know it now—I want you to say my name when you come for me this time. Tell the world who’s making you come this hard…” He sucks hard on the skin of my shoulder. “Tell the world who’s marking you.”

Then, he gives one last thrust, one last twist, one more time shifting his pelvis up while using his hands on me and I shatter, screaming his name, neighbors be damned. “Dustin!”

Oh my god! He explodes his release inside me, as violent as it is beautiful, too. I’m in awe of a man who can do this to my body. Make me feel all he’s made me feel. He’s everything. Everything.

I slump back against him, spent in every possible way. He helps me down to rest my head on the pillow, then gathers me into his arms.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“Do I look hurt?”

“No.” He chuckles out the word. “But I’m pretty sure we’re about to get a visit from security just to make sure.”

“That’s all on you, buddy,” I say with more cheek than my body is currently giving me permission to use. He’s wrung me out.

“No, baby. The way you went wild for me—that’s all on you.”

I smile at him, shaking my head, too spent to argue. “Whatever,” I say. “Shut up and kiss me.”

Then he does.

10

Sarge

Ilook over at the clock, and it reads: 3:24

In the morning.

A time when I should be out, drifted into blissful oblivion like the woman by my side. Greer’s been out for about an hour now. She fell asleep in my arms, her body pressed up next to mine. She fits. God, does she fit. Everything about her is made just for me, which makes it impossible to sleep beside her. Impossible because I know how lucky I am that she’s here, and how much I don’t deserve her.

What kind of man gets this twice in his life? I’ve done nothing to earn it, especially not with how things ended with Claire.

She stretches, snuggling down into me more, and she makes a soft little mewling noise like a kitten. I bend in, pressing a kiss to her head, knowing that I have to keep her safe—but what we’re going into is such an unknown state of affairs. I don’t have a good feeling about it. My brothers will show when I call, that’s a given, but however soon they show, it won’t be soon enough.

Greer moves, brushing her bent knee against my dick, making it twitch. And I need her again. Fuck, I really am an ass because I remember wanting Claire with everything in me, but I don’t remember everneedingher the way I need Greer now. It feels like I’ll expire if I don’t have her. Gently, I raise my index finger to stroke the sensitive spot on her neck and wait for her eyes to slowly blink open.

She smiles up at me. “Hey…”

“Hi.”

“Everything all right?” Greer lifts her head to search my eyes, but she doesn’t know that’s a direct route to my heart.

“Need you again, baby.”

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