Page 37 of Body Checking
“I.” Thrust
“Am.”
“Am.” Dive.
“Perfect.”
“Per-fect,” she breaths as I roll my hips, grinding my pubic bone against her clit.
“And I belong to Cade.”
“And I belong,” her lids fly open and her eyes shine bright blue. “To you.”
The sweet sound of those words falling from her lips sends me soaring, and I lose restraint and impale her over and over again, not wanting to slow down until I hear her reach her peak.
She whines, the sultry sound the most beautiful song to reach my ears, and I speed up. Her hand clamps onto my shoulder and her nails begin digging into my hard muscle and I feel her walls clench around me. Sliding my arm under one leg behind her knee, and I pull it free from around my waist. I hold her leg wide, opening her to me more, and I use my new leverage to pound even harder.
The pictures on the wall shake and her back collides with a thump. I feel like a beast trying to consume every drop of my prey now that I’ve caught it.
“Cade. Oh my god. Oh my ga–” Her words are cut short as the air is stolen from her lungs.
I work her hard through her orgasm, heaving from the excursion. Sweat beads on my forehead and I can already feel my back is coated. I hear Maren take a deep inhale and bury my head in her neck and let go.
I roar as cum pours from me and into her. Maren’s body begins to sag against mine as her orgasm drains the last of her energy, but still I power on. I can’t stop. It’s like all of the frustration and worry that was pent up is finally releasing.
My dick swells one last time and the beating in my ears starts to subside. I slowly place Maren’s leg on the floor and she keeps her hold on me as her body continues to quake with aftershocks. The sound of our pants create a rhythmic chorus.
Her other foot lands with a thud and she flattens her hands flat against the wall and I brace my hands on either side of her face. I stare deep into her eyes and they shine with peace and elation. Dipping my chin, I tenderly kiss her swollen lips and her nails find their way into my beard and scratch my skin.
I pull away and whisper, “I am totally falling for you, Maren Thompson.”
Her eyes flutter open and a radiant smile graces her face. She doesn’t need to speak. The look on her face says it all.
WE LAY in bed after our romp against the wall and a little snack. I was utterly exhausted and I think she was too after that thrilling session. We crawled into bed, me completely nude because one, I don’t wear underwear and two, in my rush to get to Maren I left my luggage for Santos to take care of.
Maren snores softly against my chest and I play with her hair. As tired as my body is, my brain won’t let me sleep. All I keep hearing is Bryn telling me what those women said to and about Maren. Then I remember that one of those bitches is dating her ex douche bag boyfriend. I run various names through my head until it hits me.
Walker.
I have nothing else but a first name and no idea of how to find him. I want to track this fucker down and rip every limb from his body and beat him with them. I wonder if I can make friends with an investigator or police officer who’d be willing to help me find this guy.
I make a list of ways to find him and then, like lighting flashing in a dark sky, an idea lights me up. My plan will have to wait until tomorrow, so I go to sleep with a smile on my face and my girl in my arms.
“I need to stop by Santos’ house to grab my suitcase and then hustle my ass to the arena. You’re coming tonight, right?” I ask Maren while I wrap my arms around her back and squeeze her to my chest as she makes us coffee in our matching mugs.
“Yes. I’ll be there. I have a lot to catch up on because I kind of let my work go over the past few days while I was playing pouty baby and feeling sorry for myself.”
She mixes in a few pumps of hazelnut syrup in her cup and then pours one packet of sweetener into mine. The creamer she uses that is somehow made from oats gets poured into her mug.
“Give me a little of that.” I point my chin at the creamer in her hand and she tips the bottle over, adding a smidge of it. “I don’t want to see or hear anymore nonsense from you. Got it?”
I push her hair aside and kiss her neck, and she tenses and giggles.
“Got it.” She hands me my mug and I take a tentative sip of the scolding liquid and moan.
“You know,” I tell her and pull her to the couch where she sits, her legs tucked underneath her and me right by her side. “Maybe you should give me Sasha’s number. I just about had a heart attack when I couldn’t reach you. All I wanted to know was that you were okay. Even if you didn’t want to talk to me, I just needed some reassurance that you were safe and healthy.”
She looks at me with an apology in her eyes. I know she feels bad for how she handled things, but to an extent I understand.
