Page 112 of The Mech Who Loved Me
"I don't—" She gasped. "—know.Maybe.Yes."
"Do you trust me, Ava?" he whispered, breaching her again and waiting, waiting for her tosayit.
"Yes," she whispered, and he felt her body surrender, felt her quiver at this new sensation as he slowly finger-fucked his way inside her. Everything in her body tightened. Everything. But she cried out softly, and he knew it wasn't indenial.
"Good," he rasped, and thrust a little harder, sheathing both cock and finger inside her. He felt a little wild tonight. As though seeing her lost in the swarm of Nighthawks had unleashed something wild and primitive within him. He wanted to mark her, to fuck her hard enough she'd feel this possession on the morrow, and blush inremembrance.
Ava cried out, her inner passage milking him. "Oh, God.Please...."
And then the shockwave of pleasure vibrated through her, gripping him tight. Heat flashed through his balls, and he ground his teeth together, trying to last long enough to extend her pleasure, trying not to.... Too late. He came with a hard thrust, spilling within her and folding over the topofher.
Harsh breaths shuddered through them. Kincaid drew back, dragging her back into his arms. His hips were aching, the muscles protesting so much strenuous action. He'd probably pushed his body too fartoday.
But it wasworthit.
"I could stay here forever," he murmured, kissing the top of her head, and enjoying the sensation of having her inhisarms.
Green eyes flashed to his, and he realized he'd used thefword. But she nodded, and rested her head on his chest, her fingers toying with hisshoulder.
"So could I," Avawhispered.
* * *
Malloryn sent word.He was aware of what happened, thanks to Lynch, and would be with them sometime thatafternoon.
Ava contacted the guild for news on Garrett, but as yet, there was no reply and she couldn't afford to miss Malloryn. She spent the morning pacing, before voices echoed downstairs. There were two very familiar faces in the hallway when she hurried to the top of thestairs.
"Byrnes! Ingrid!" Ava said delightedly, hurrying down the stairs and giving Byrnes a swift hug, before turning to where Ingrid was stripping off her coat. Ava kissed her verwulfen friend on the cheek, squeezing Ingrid for long seconds. "What are you both doing here? I thought you were enjoying some time off for yourhoneymoon?"
"We were." Byrnes looked cold and focused, which meant his mind was on some task. The paleness of his hair was still a shock to her. "We heard what happened, and stopped by to see how Garrett isrecovering."
"Is he all right?" Avablurted.
"He'll heal," Ingrid said quietly, watching her husband's expression, and easing a hand over his forearm. "He's a little shocked to lose the arm though, and Perry's hovering over him fiercely." A warm smile softened Ingrid's face. "How have you been, Ava? Garrett was worried about you, he said you saw ithappen."
A lump of sadness clogged her throat. Of course Garrett would worry about her, when he was the one who'd lost his arm. "I'm fine. I was a little rattled yesterday, but Kincaid took care ofmeand—"
"Kincaid?" Byrnes arched a pale brow. "Big, angry mech with a rather strong dislike for blue bloods? Would probably prefer to see the Nighthawks burn, rather than helping them? Are we speaking of the samefellow?"
"He's not like that," she said sharply, and Byrnes blinked in surprise. "He's been working with me since the two of you went away, and he's been very protective. He's brave, and gentle when he's alone with me.... He even saved Garrett's life! Without him...." She couldn't say it. Coming so close to losing Garrett was stillpainful.
"Ava—"
"Prejudice works both ways, Byrnes," shesnapped.
There was silence in thehallway.
Ava realized she'd raised her voice, and she never dared to do so around the Nighthawks. "Oh, I'm sosorry."
"Don't be," Ingrid said, and the smile she gave Ava had a knowing edge to it, before she shot her husband an arched brow. "Byrnes needs to mind his own business. Kincaid helped rescueyou, my love, and you're aNighthawk."
Byrnes held both hands up in surrender. "I spoke out of turn, Ava. I'm sorry." But he gave her the queerest sortoflook.
"Someone say my name?" Kincaid said loudly, appearing at the top of thestairs.
Oh, no. How long had he beenthere?
Long enough, clearly, for he gave Byrnes a cool look as he used the bannister to ease down the stairs. "You've both been gone. You missed a great many changes around here. I'm willing to concede blue bloods aren't all that bad. Present company excluded, of course." He coughed under his breath. "Asshole."
