Page 41 of Freeing Denver
Her cry is a symphony as I bury myself deep with a quick, fluid thrust of my hips. She’s hot and wet, strangling my dick, fluttering around me, and I grip her hips, steadying my breathing as I savor the feeling of her.
And true to my word, I’m not gentle. I ravage her. Fuck her. The room is filled with sounds of filth and raw, potent desire—skin against skin, wet against wet, Denver’s breathy moans and my groans.
“Listen to how wet you are,” I say against her ear. “My cock just slides into you because of how greedy your pussy is.” She whimpers, leaning her head back, and I dip my hand into her blouse and bra, playing with her nipple. “I expect you to be like this all the time, Del. Soaked and ready to be fucked and filled. Will you do that for me?”
“Yes. I’ll always be like this for you. Forever.” She moans so loud it sends more jolts of ecstasy through me. “I’m yours.”
Someone knocks on the door. Alistair says, “Colt, we’re waiting.”
“We’re coming,” Denver says, and I cover her mouth, laughing into her shoulder as I drill into her harder.
“I fucking hate you two,” he snaps, his footsteps leading away from the door.
I slap Denver’s ass. “You’re a brat.”
“I live to tease—” Her words morph into a cry as I up my speed, slamming into her. “Oh, fuck, Colt!”
She comes, her nails pressed into the wall, and her pulsing pussy has me coming, too. I do as promised and fill her up, dropping my head to her back as I slow my movements and eventually stop.
I pull out of her. “Don’t lose a drop, Denver.”
She bites her lip, and I get to my knees, gliding her underwear back up her legs. I pull her skirt back down and turn her to face me.
She’s flushed, her smile satisfied, and I kiss her nose. “You look thoroughly fucked.”
She grins, showing me all her teeth. “Because I am.”
I laugh, kissing her again, wishing I could take another day for us. Ironic, given how eager I was for this meeting to happen. “Game face on, Del.”
“Easy for you to say.” She adjusts her skirt. “You’re not filled with cum.” I smack her ass and she squeals out a laugh as she opens the bedroom door, and we join the people waiting downstairs.
The dining room is busy, but the conversation is quiet. The room is filled with my friends and men I trust, some who haven’t seen me since before the coma. They shake my hand and say they’re happy to see me up and about; others ask about Ronan, and I don’t tell them that he’s still unresponsive. I say he’s getting better. I say things are looking hopeful.
A necessary lie.
The chair at the head of the table has been removed so everyone can see me standing at the end, and the other seats are filled. Alistair is seated closest to me, his laptop open, working quietly. Taf is beside him.
Keto, JJ and Charlie are all making Lewis laugh. Beside him is Lucas, someone I recruited from prison two years ago. Alexei Volkov had spent a few days behind bars after a less-than-thought-out shoot-up at a local bar, where so much evidence was stacked against him even his connections struggled to get him out. While he was there, he met Lucas, a nineteen-year-old who was arrested for stealing a car. The truth was, he’d broken into the car to sleep in it, not realizing it had been stolen hours before. He’d been on the streets for close to a year at that pointand told Alexei he planned on staying inside if it meant a roof over his head and three meals a day. When Alexei was released, he got Lucas out, too, and dropped him off on my doorstep.
“I’ve got enough kids,”Alexei had said, lighting a cigarette and half shoving Lucas into the brownstone.“You can have this one.”
I took him in. He’s a quiet kid, even now, but he’s loyal. He’s smart, too, and drinks in most of what Alistair tells him about how the business runs. He will likely be Alistair’s second once he takes over and I’m gone.
Alexei is here, too. Of all the family heads, I trust him most. He was more than happy to let me know what was discussed at his meeting with Ranger, and claimed he was tempted by the offers of power but would rather die a man with morals than more money than he needed. He’s at the back of the room, examining his fingernails like he’s bored, when I know for a fact he loves the drama.
There are others, too. Men who are the first I call when I need more than just hired muscle. Everyone is talking among themselves, waiting for the meeting to officially start.
Denver is by my side, and I lean close and kiss her neck. “How wet are your panties right now?”
She barely holds back a smile as she types on her phone. “You need to control yourself.”
“Would you like me to control myself?”
“Not even a little bit. I like you undone. Undone, and a little bit stabby.” I laugh and she bites her lip, her eyes sparkling as she shows me her phone screen. “Should we get Holly a dog?”
I look at a photo of a golden retriever on Denver’s phone. The rescue site says he’s three months old, abandoned, and in need of a good home.
“Apparently having a pet teaches kids responsibility.” Denver returns her attention to her phone. “And she deserves something nice.”
