Page 18 of Viper's Single Mom
And he did. Kept that steady, devastating rhythm until I was mindless with need, until my whole world narrowed to where we were joined, to the friction and fullness and the way he looked at me like I was everything.
"That's it," he encouraged when I started to tighten around him. "Come for me again. Let me feel it."
His free hand found where we were joined, thumb circling, and that was all it took. The third orgasm destroyed me, so intense I might have blacked out for a second. He followed immediately, my name rough in his throat as he came.
We stayed tangled together, both breathing hard, sweat cooling on our skin. His weight on me felt perfect, grounding, safe.
"You okay?" He lifted his head to study my face.
"Better than okay." I traced the edge of a tattoo on his chest. "Though I might need a nap before Izzy gets home."
"Mmm." He rolled us sideways, keeping me close. "Twenty minutes. Then round two."
"Round two?"
"Sweetheart, we have three hours." His hand curved over my hip possessively. "I plan to use every minute."
He did.
By the time Izzy's bus rumbled down the street, I was thoroughly debauched, deliciously sore, and wearing the biggestsmile of my life. Viper had replaced his clothes but his hair was still messed from my hands, and there was a bite mark on his throat that his collar couldn't quite hide.
"Mama!" Izzy bounced through the door, then stopped. "Mr. Viper! Are you staying for dinner?"
"If that's okay with your mom."
She looked between us, six-year-old intuition picking up something. "Are you Mama's boyfriend now?"
Viper glanced at me, eyebrow raised, leaving the answer to me.
"Yeah, baby. He is."
Her squeal could probably be heard three counties over. "Does this mean we get to ride on your motorcycle more?"
"Anytime you want, princess."
As I watched my daughter chatter excitedly about motorcycles while Viper helped her with her backpack, something settled in my chest. This morning I'd been terrified. This afternoon I'd watched my ex-husband get what he deserved. And now...
Now I was free. Really, truly free.
Harrison was handled. The papers would be signed. The threat was over.
And I had this—a man who'd fight the world for us, a daughter who felt safe enough to trust again, and a future that finally looked bright.
CHAPTER 6
VIPER
Morning light filtered through Tara's bedroom curtains, painting gold stripes across her bare shoulder. She lay curled against me, one hand splayed across my chest, breathing deep and even. Peaceful. No more jumping at shadows, no more planning escape routes.
Yesterday I'd broken her ex-husband's nose and probably two ribs. Today she woke up free.
My phone buzzed on the nightstand. Wraith's text was short:Papers signed. Full custody to Tara. Harrison's plane left Milwaukee for Miami. Won't be back.
I set the phone down carefully, not wanting to wake her yet. Let her have a few more minutes of peace before the world came rushing back.
She stirred anyway, those warm eyes blinking open. The smile that spread across her face when she saw me—fuck, I'd burn down cities to keep that smile there.
"Morning." Her voice was rough with sleep and last night's activities. After dinner, after Izzy was asleep, I'd taken my time showing her exactly how a man should worship the woman he loved.
