Page 29 of Love and Forgiveness
The position couldn’t get more intimate as I feel herample tits and pebbled nipples rubbing against my hard chest. Every time she slides down over me, my thick cock is completely seated in her tight, throbbing pussy, making me feel like we share one body. I squeeze her waist with my hands, using the strength of my arms to guide her slowly away and then back to me, feeling every inch of her velvety heat suck me in.
She wraps her legs around my back, opening herself even more to me. I take everything she gives without hesitation, greedily. Pressing her as tightly as possible against me, I make sure that every time she rolls over my chest and abs, the base of my cock stimulates her clit. The sensations make her a crazy, panting, screaming mess, and I love it. The feel of her swollen G spot on my engorged cock and the musky smell of her cum nearly push me over the edge. But fuck if I’m giving up that quickly. She’s going to damn well come again before I’m through with her. I won’t accept any less.
My mouth finds her round tits, and I suck her perfect rosy nipples in my mouth one at a time as she arches into me. My right hand finds her swollen, slick pearl, and my thumb circles her mercilessly. Her pussy spasms and tightens around me again. Fuck, yes.
Looking into the face of the angel riding me, I say, “I’ve got to get another baby in you. Damn, Izzie, we’re going to end up with ten kids if we keep this drinking game up.”
Her face beams at me. She’s always wanted a big family, like the one she grew up in. And I’m from a huge foster family myself, but we never got past two, thanks to my overseas work. That’s about to change in a big way.
Her nails claw into my back as she lets go, throbbing and tightening around me again, strangling my cock with her orgasm. I finally come, pulsing my heat into her as her pussy milks me dry.
I don’t know if she’s on birth control. But if she’s not, I’mpretty damn sure I just put another kid in her. The thought makes me feel like a fucking savage, and I love it. It also fills me with the kind of brazen love that would make me take another bullet for her in a heartbeat. I love her to the fucking point of madness.
My eyes lock with her gorgeous blue ones.How do I explain my feelings to her?They’re well beyond the reach of words.My voice is thick with emotion, and I tear up as I say, “I love you more than I ever thought possible, Izzie. You’re my forever, and that’s never gonna change.”
She cups my cheeks in her hands, staring into my face and saying, “I love you, Wolfe, and I’m never leaving you again. You’re my forever, too.”
Every touch, every word from her heals my heart, reviving long-buried emotions. I rest my head on her breasts savoring the exquisite moment. Wrapped in her warm arms and hot pussy, listening to her heartbeat beneath my ear and her breathing return to normal, I become the man she needs me to be all over again. The man who will go to any lengths to protect her and our family, sacrifice everything to keep them safe forever. I feel like my soul is no longer my own and that hers is a part of me, too. I know I’ll do whatever it takes to make that promise of forever a reality. Every. Damn. Day.
Chapter Sixteen
WOLFE
Iawaken with a start on the living room floor. Izzie’s body lies draped over me, her legs and arms tangled with mine beneath a blanket. I’m drowsy as fuck, which isn’t usual for me. But between the wine and all-night lovemaking, I’m exhausted and still a little buzzed.
I hear it again. A cell phone vibrating. I untangle myself from Izzie, barely disturbing her deep sleep. She rolls to her side, pulling the covers around her as I stand up searching for my underwear and then the source of the vibration. After getting my boxer briefs on, I find my olive drab phone case and see Rutger’s number lighting up the screen. It’s four forty-three in the morning. I head outside, sliding the glass door quietly, even though there’s really no need for so much care. My wife can sleep through anything.
Rutger’s called three times and left a couple of texts to call him back. He’s never this persistent, so I know something big must’ve happened.
He picks up on the first ring, “Boss, you good?”
I run my hand over my face, trying to clear my head. “Yep, what’s the word?”
“We caught them redhanded. Right in the middle of trying to remove artifacts from the museum and with two car trunkfuls of stuff to boot.”
None of this surprises me. It’s far from the first trap I’ve baited. But I need more details. “Are they in your custody? Have you gotten the Ophir City PD or my brother involved yet?” My brother, Christian, is the Gold County Sheriff, and like Hollister, Ophir City is in Gold County.
“The Ophir City PD has Roger and Duncan in custody.”
“What about Dick?”
“You mean the professor? He never showed.”
Dammit. I growl into the phone, “He’s only the most dangerous of the bunch.”
“Most dangerous? He’s a cowardly, pencil-pushing dweeb. Besides, he’s only worked at the museum for three months.”
“I’d wager he’s doing the same thing at museums all over this area, and he’s got ties to the fucking Bratva. He infiltrated the museum, hooked up with two shady individuals already involved in small beans stealing from the historical society, and turned it into a much bigger artifact laundering operation with organized crime ties. Don’t underestimate him, especially when he’s got nothing to lose.”
“I know you think he’s involved. But are you sure? He never came to the museum.”
“Yeah, I’m fucking sure. What happened to his tail?”
“Still on the street in front of his hotel room. Never saw anything suspicious after Dick turned in last night.”
“Keep eyes on him, and keep me posted?—“
I’m interrupted by Izzie’s frantic scream inside the house.
