Page 56 of The Disputed Legacy
She came again, on the tails of the last orgasm she’d been riding. Quivering and gasping, she cried out in a scream that every goddamn neighbor in this building could hear. It was a good thing Oscar wasn’t here because she was free to let loose. And she did. Screaming her bliss, she clutched me close as I followed right behind her.
The glove of her inner walls was too much to resist. The slick juice of her arousal aided me to keep going.
“Fuck.” I gritted my teeth as I finally surrendered. I let myself come, and with spurt after spurt of my cum flooding her womb, I roared out my satisfaction at pleasing her.
And proving that not every game of speculatingwhat ifhad to end badly.
Limp and sated, I collapsed over her. Long moments later, once we’d caught our breath, I relished the gentle strokes of delicate fingers up and down my back as she held me and caressed me… enticing me to fall asleep with her.
23
WILLOW
Waking up in Saul’s arms was a blessing and a torture mixed into one.
I couldn’t think of very many occasions when I’d ever felt this secure. Protected. Safe. And desired. He clutched me against his naked body with such a fierce neediness that I smiled each time I registered how snug we were.
After so long of wanting to stay alone for Oscar’s sake and being forced to act like a hermit from society because of how I’d become pregnant in the first place, this newfound connection proved how much I’d been missing out on.
It was also torture, though, because it was that addicting. Nature called and I had to go to the bathroom, but I was resisting my bladder just so I could stay put with him. Sooner or later, it would get closer to Oscar’s time to come home, and we certainly couldn’t be together like this then.
For now, though, I stretched out the bliss of being in his arms and sighed. A deep, soulful cycle of an inhale and exhale moved me, and I relished this sense of serenity.
“Am I squishing you?” he asked.
I smiled widely, amused and enchanted by how this dirty-talking, rough bad boy could also sound so cutely sexy with that sleepy, sluggish voice. It came out more as a rumbled murmur, as if he, too, didn’t welcome the idea of moving at all.
“No. You’re not squishing me,” I replied.
Regardless, he worried about it because he slowly urged me to roll with him. Instead of him lying more on top of me like he’d settled upon after he got up to clean himself, then came back with a rag to clean me, he shifted us so we were on our sides. Facing him like this, with his big hand possessively holding my butt cheek to press me flush to him, we were still close. Still snug.
And I still had to go pee.
“When did you wake up?” he asked as he blinked the sleep away from his eyes. We’d both crashed and napped hard, but that didn’t surprise me. He’d kept me up last night. Then the intense way we’d played “what if” earlier made me come so hard that I could’ve dozed for even longer.
“Just a few minutes ago.”
He kissed me, short and sweet, and cozied me against him again. I never would’ve taken him to be a cuddler, but I was enjoying it. Having his steely arms locked around me was a new form of heaven for me to embrace.
Yet… I had to get up.
“I’ve got to run to the bathroom,” I said, wincing as I hurried to extract myself.
He chuckled, releasing me, but I hated it the second I got up.
After I dealt with the bathroom business, I stopped to grab my robe and sling it on. He must have had the same idea because when I came back out to the living room, he was on his feet, finishing pulling his pants all the way back on.
“How is your arm?” I asked as I yawned and approached him. His breakfast had been hearty enough, but we were latefor any kind of lunch. Thinking about something as simple and common as what to eat for a meal was weird when we had so many other things to discuss. Bigger, important things. Like why he was the only one shot. Why he shied away from cops. And just what his job could be that it fit into the ambiguous sectors of consultation-slash-security.
“You know what?” He grinned at me. “I’ve been so distracted that I forgot all about this.” Looking at the bandage, he flexed his arm.
Oh, boy.I rolled my eyes at his charming silliness. He hadn’t been that distracted. I’d been preoccupied too, but he’d been shot. It wasn’t forgotten.
“Would any ice help with the swelling and inflammation?” I asked. It was impossible to turn off this need to nurture and care. To nurse and help. I’d always had a bleeding heart like this, hating when anyone was wounded or in pain. Motherhood hadn’t shaped me into that habit. It was just who I was.
“No. But thank you.” He caught my hand when I made to move past him.
Letting him pull me closer, I lowered my lids as he dipped to kiss me tenderly.
