Page 131 of The Boss
He and O begin talking through technical specs. We’ll need bunks, gear, lights, ropes, weights, a ton of crap. And Allie agrees that I’ll want a set of iPads and some screens, maybe even simulation pods to run scenarios with recruits. Van will train their bodies. I’ll train their minds.
“Robbie will begin the orders and shipments for all the equipment and Zander will help with overnight installation as needed,” Allie finally says after sending some messages on her iPad. “Well, since we already covered your losses, the needs for the house rebuild, your demands, and the latest Remnant intelligence, I think you’re dismissed,” Allie says.
“And Mia?” I ask.
“We’ll schedule an all-hands with Mark and Ellie. In a few days. You all need a few days rest,” She says.
“Right, until then, well done. I look forward to seeing you rebuild the CAVE, Mr. and Mrs. Quinn,” O says over his shoulder as the couple heads toward the elevator. I swear, I can feel the air change around me. By the time Van turns to face me and the elevator door closes, his eyes are dark and heavy. Hungry.
I smirk at him, and wag my eyebrows to tease him.
He shrugs, “It just sounds really fucking good,Mrs. Quinn.”
“Yes, it does, Mr. Quinn,” I squeak, jumping up into his arms. “They went for it! We get to train and recruit, to really build something. Together.” I squeeze my thighs, arching to him for a kiss. He kisses me back quickly but pulls away.
He frowns down at me, “You’re still healing,Lasa.”
I glare back, “We’ve both done a lot worse while bleeding out. It’s been almost forty-eight hours,husband,”I say reaching my hand down to squeeze his massive dick through his pants.
He shudders and then growls out, “Tell me.”
“You can trust me,” I finally say, meaning it. He starts walking toward the bedroom. He kisses me once, a quick tease.
“And?”
“And I’m staying,” I say. I get another sloppy, happy kiss as he almost loses track of where he’s going and bumps into the wall. He stops at said wall to kiss the shit out of me. Each stroke of his tongue is claiming me and owning me but also loving me too. Needing me.
Finally he pulls away to focus on the last few steps between us and the bed. I toe off my shoes as we go, beyond ready to finally have sex again. I pepper his neck with kisses. Sucking, licking, doing whatever the hell I want to his warm, rough skin.
He lays me down on the bed and stands, towering over me, he’s smirking, but his eyes are soft, almost like he’s still unsure. “And?”
“And I love you, Van.”
“Fuck,” he almost collapses down onto the mattress to kiss me again, like he can’t wait. I arch into him and kiss him back with all that I have, gripping his bicep with one hand and fisting his shirt in another. I pull, wanting the shirt out of my way. He sits back to take it off. I lean up to take off my top and bra in one motion. Van hisses a string of curses as he watches me.
“Your pants too,” I say before lifting my ass and slipping off my joggers and panties.
“No,” he says. “Not yet. I need to do this right this time.”
“It felt pretty right the first time,” I say, batting my lashes.
His mouth twitches but he doesn’t grin. He’s staring at me, eyes roaming everywhere, like he can’t choose what to look at. Like my slight frame and small boobs and newly-scarred skin are the sexiest things he’s ever seen. It’s a heady feeling.
“It did, because you’re made for me,” he says, “but I can do a hell of a lot better,” he starts to spread my thighs, like he’s done so many times before, but he pauses and looks at my hip. I spread for him, ignoring the sting in my wounds. He stares at my center and licks his lips. I swear I can feel the motion deep in my body. I know what his mouth is about to do to me. I tremble at the thought and he grins.
“So wet for me already,” he teases my entrance with one finger, and I expect the teasing, the torture, but instead he curses and dives down to my pussy like a man gone insane. “VAN!” I say as his tongue assaults me, somehow hitting deeper than seems possible. I grip his hair and watch as his neck and shoulders shift and bulge. I can just see the start of his ink on his back as he moves, groaning.
Damn, he’s hot. I ride the sensations, growing almost delirious as he adds his fingers and moves his mouth to my clit. Then he looks up at me, his eyes black as coal. That’s it, one look from under those scarred brows and I’m coming on his face.
“Van!” I say again and again.
“Yes, baby,” he says into my sensitive skin. He licks me slowly through the tremors but when I tug on his thick, dark hair, hoping to tug him to me he just says, “Again,”
“Van,” I’m pleading now. But he ignores me. He uses his hands more this time, opening me up. He watches with fascination as he thrusts his thick fingers in and out. In and out.
“I wantyou,”I say, desperate for more.
“One more for me,” he says, still watching.
