Page 57 of Honk if You Love Real Men (Tempting SEALs 1)

She began to sob. He released her hands, turned her around . . . and held her.

She’d done it. She’d had an orgasm.

She held him, too, crying out all her emotions: relief, joy, bitterness. Bitter because it’d taken so damn much to get her to this point, joy because she knew John had lost his power over her. She had Trent now. Just Trent.

She looked up at him. He had tears in his eyes too.

“You okay?” he asked gently.

“I think I am,” she said, wiping her eyes. “I think I’m going to be.”

“Good,” he said, his hands moving to frame her face. “Because I wouldn’t do this for just any woman.”

“I know.” Her smile became misty then, misty and full of joy. He bent and kissed her, Bree realizing then that he still had an erection. And why wouldn’t he—the man was a stallion, one who knew how to hold back so he wouldn’t come. She reached down and tugged off the condom, then pulled him down onto the bed with her.

“Make love to me,” she told him. “Make love to me, Trent, and show me how much you care.”

“I do care, Bree,” he said softly. “I do.”

And then he kissed her. Bree spread her legs for him, loving how huge he felt when he entered her. He filled her up completely, her legs wrapping around his waist as he began to thrust. And it was a different type of lovemaking this time, as different from the first as number one was to three. He kissed her, Bree giving him total access to her mouth as he slid his tongue in and out of her, his dick doing the same thing. She clutched his ass, feeling his butt flex with every deep thrust. His shoulders tensed and she knew he was about to lose control.

“Come,” she said softly, wanting to feel him spurt inside. She needed him to do that—needed him to fill her up. “Come,” she asked again.

“Bree,” he cried out, thrusting into her. “Bree.” And then he stiffened, his whole body going—if possible—harder. She felt it then, felt the deeply satisfying pulses deep inside her. He thrust once more, each push deeper and harder than the last as he spilled his cum inside her.

Yes, she silently cried. Yes.

And then she too felt an orgasm build. She opened herself wide, pushed herself up on his cock.

And came.

Oh God—it rolled through her, made her whole body arch in pleasure, a deep orgasm, spasms of ecstasy that rolled over her one after another. She gasped, felt her eyes tear up in wonder.

Perfection, she found herself thinking. Absolute perfection.

“Bree?” a gentle voice asked.

Bree wiped at her eyes. Damn, she probably scared him off now with all her stupid tears.

“You okay?”

“I’m okay,” she said, something pitching and shifting inside her as she looked into his eyes.

“You don’t look okay.”

But she couldn’t stop the tears of joy that fell from her eyes. “I feel as if I’ve come home,” she said, her voice thick with tears.

“You have come home, Bree. You’ll always be at home in my arms.”

And Bree knew that was true. The past was forgotten. In Trent’s arms she might have found her future again, and maybe love.

Epilogue

The phone rang at 1:08 P.M.

“Convicted of four counts of rape,” the DA told Bree. “He’ll be serving three consecutive sentences totaling ten years.”

Bree sank to the bed, her hand so tight around the cordless phone, she accidentally switched the channel.

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