Page 53 of Married to Murder
Chapter Eighteen
Tanner
I wouldn’t have thought sex with Seth could get any better, but when we stumbled back to his shop and got in bed together, everything felt different—heightened. Special.
I ran my hands over his muscled chest and abs, kissing a trail down his skin, inhaling the familiar scent of him. It was weird to love him. To love any man. I’d never felt so connected to another human, but something about Seth wiggled deep into my soul. I wanted to protect him and make him happy. I couldn’t imagine my future without him in it now.
When I covered his body with mine, he groaned and held my gaze with an openness he’d never shown before. We kissed as if we couldn’t get enough of each other, and when I nudged his thighs open and entered him, I almost felt like crying. Our bodies and souls were joined in that moment, and it was overwhelming. To need someone like I needed him was terrifying, but I couldn’t picture it any other way.
“Tanner,” he whispered, wrapping his legs around my thighs. “Oh, God, Tanner.”
I flexed my hips, sinking deeper and groaning at how good it felt inside him. We kissed, his silky tongue stroking against mine. The feel of Seth stretched wide around me made me feel territorial. He was mine. Only mine. Fake marriage my ass—Seth was my husband, and only I got to be inside him. I pulled out and surged back in, and Seth cried out and dug his fingers into my back. Pulsing my hips back and forth, Seth met my thrusts, grunting and moaning.
I held his gaze, gritting my teeth and trying to stave off my climax. The glide of my cock inside his tight heat was almost too much. I needed him to know how much I loved him, and every stroke into him was me trying to show that. Sweat streaked down my back as I pumped into him, and his lips parted. His eyes were dark with lust and his breaths quick pants. He was on the edge, and I loved watching his orgasm gather behind his pupils.
“I love you,” I said hoarsely. “No matter what. I’ll love you.”
His eyes glittered. “Me too. Me too.” He pulled my head down for another kiss. He sucked on my tongue, while pushing down harder on my cock.
My lust ramped even higher, and I started to pound into him, the sound of slapping flesh and desperate breaths filling the small room. I was so close, but I wanted him to come first. I was relieved and even more turned on when he arched his back and came with a hoarse cry. His body shuddered and quivered as his hot release spread between our bodies.
The pulsing of his cock against my stomach, the tight squeeze of his ass, and the beautiful expression on his face sent me over the edge. My dick jerked deep inside him, filling the condom in long, pleasurable pulses. My muscles clenched throughout my body, and I groaned, shivering as my cock emptied inside him. We held each other as our shaking calmed, kissing softly.
“Jesus, Mr. Trenton.” Seth grinned, looking flushed and relaxed. “You fuck like a wild man.” He looked like the first day I’d seen him, content and open. He’d been so stressed out about the wedding, I hadn’t glimpsed this happy-go-lucky side of him in a while.
“I need to keep my husband happy, or he might ditch me.”
He frowned, tightening his arms around me. “No.”
“Better not.” At the back of my mind was an unsettling worry because of the ongoing investigation into my dad’s murder. Detective Pole was definitely focusing on Seth way more than I wanted. I pulled out of him carefully and tugged him against me, kissing his sweaty temple.
He sighed and nuzzled my chest, smoothing his hand over my abs. “I love your body,” he said softly.
I smiled. “Yeah?”
“That first day we met, it was hard not to stare at you. I felt guilty because I couldn’t stop sneaking peeks at your ass.”
“Same. I was sure you could tell I was into you.”
“Not really. Not until the end of the lesson. Then I sensed attraction.”
I exhaled and fluttered my hand over his hip. “Our story has certainly been unorthodox.”
“You can say that again.”
“What do you think of Detective Pole?” I asked hesitantly.
He didn’t answer immediately, but finally he said, “I want to trust that he will really look for the actual murderer and not just come after me because it’s easier.”
I tightened my arms around him. “He will. I think he’s a good detective.”
“The problem is I don’t know that he has any other leads.”
“He has the texts from that Crater guy.”
He glanced up at me, a line between his light brows. “Who?”
“He didn’t mention the texts to you?”
