Page 57 of Power Play
"See, baby? We're still us. This feels just as right as it did all those years ago, doesn't it?"
She tilts her head up to look at me again and I watch as the sad, shy Lacey, morphs into the sexy hell cat I know she can be. She swivelsher hips again in a circle, causing my eyes to flutter shut and a soft groan to escape me.
Lacey loves my bedroom noises and I'm more than happy to supply them. Her hot pussy clenches around me in appreciation.
Suddenly, a panic sweeps through me as I can feel my balls ache with need to release.
I grip her shorts and undies at the top of her ass in my large hand, wrenching some kind of control from her with my good arm.
"Baby, this is going to be over too quickly if you keep playing with me like that..."
The grin that splits her face is wicked. But brilliant. And I fall even more in love with her. My Lacey should always be happy and confident and a little wicked. Scott brought out that side of her in the bedroom, and fuck, I'm ready to bask in the glow of Vixen Lacey.
I dip my head down, still gripping her shorts, and gently bite her nipple again, bringing my bad arm down so I could strum her clit. My shoulder aches at the movement, but fuck I needed to get her there. Now.
I lift her by her shorts just an inch before pumping my hips and thrusting into her at a brutal pace I know she loves.
Her hands thread through my hair, gripping it with tight fists as she swallows her cries. She finds my rhythm and slams herself down as I thrust up. Fuck, she feels like heaven.
"Come baby, come for me. Now." I growl against her chest and pinch her clit. My good girl obeys and seizes, grinding down on me in three, final, punishing thrusts as she milks my orgasm from me. I hold her to me as tightly as I can as we both catch our breaths.
When she sits up and looks at me again, there's a lust-drunk smile on her face. I brush some hair off of her forehead and return the smile.
"You'll see, baby. Everything is going to be even more amazing than you could have ever hoped for. Two beautiful babies..." I say, resting my hand on her rounded belly. "A beautiful, safe home. And three men who adore you. We might not be perfect, but we're perfectly yours."
She smiles again, looking deep in my eyes for something. For honesty? For sincerity? I'm not sure, but she gives me a tiny nod before lifting enough that I slide out of her.
She screws up her face and closes her eyes for a moment.
I'm about to ask what's wrong, but then she says, "I'm going to go clean up."
I smile at the mental image of my cum leaking down her thigh.
As she walks away a little tenderly, I can't help but stare at her ass.
Yeah, I'm going to need to see that in person. And soon.
Chapter thirty-two
Garrett
The squeak of my door wakes me, and I sit up on a gasp. Ready for fight or flight. I'm not sure which. I can barely make out Lacey's outline against the moonlight coming from the hall.
"Lace? You okay?"
"I had a nightmare, can I come sleep with you?" Her voice is foreign to me. It's small and shaky.
"Shit. Yeah, of course." I scoot to a side and raise the comforter, inviting her in. Instead of curling away from me and settling in as the little spoon, she wraps her arms around my waist and buries her face in my chest.
Oh, shit. I don't do emotions. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do. I rub her back a little, hoping it's comforting. Every few seconds a tremor rolls through her entire body. I run my fingers through her hair, holding her closer to me.
"Want to talk about it?" That's what a good boyfriend would say, right?
"Something was chasing me, I don't know what, but right before it was going to kill me I fell down a hill and slit my own throat. Except I was upside down so the blood was flowing up my face." She shivers. "It was so fucking real; I could feel the warmth of the blood on my skin."
Jesus.
The image she's painted for me has even my heart racing and a shudder rolling through me. I hold her tighter. "Just a dream, baby. You're safe."
