Page 58 of Rise of the King (Checkmate 5)

“So good,” she whimpers. Pushing back when I move too slow for her, she reseats my cock deep inside her ass, cries out, then moves forward again until it’s her fucking me.

It’s all I can do to hold my breath and not come.

“I’m gonna come, Jay. I’m gonna… ah!” She clamps tight around me, milking my cock and strangling it at the same time. Her body spasms; her spine arches, and her whimpers turn to screams as I come deep inside her and fill her up.

“Oh my God.” Collapsing when her orgasm runs its course, she drops her chest to the bed and suffocates herself with the pillow.

Her ass remains up, my cock still pulsing inside.

“Fuck, Jay.”

“Mmm.” I lean forward and pepper kisses on the middle of her back, her shoulder blade, the back of her neck. “You just adapt, don’t you? No backing down.”

“Never.” Her breath races in and out so her expanding lungs lift her chest. “Only losers back down.”

Snorting, I pull back slowly and try not to hurt her now that the moment has passed. Her body tenses, but as soon as my softening cock is out, she collapses to the mattress and sighs. “Mmm. That felt better than I’d like to admit.”

“I’ll admit it for both of us.” I lie on my side and brush hair off her face. “That was fucking amazing. We’re definitely doing it again.”

“It hurt.” I lift a questioning brow, which makes her lips twitch. “But only a little bit.”

“You’re my little freak, huh?” Reaching up, I run the pad of my thumb along her strong jaw. I remember the very sound her head made last night when she was thrown off Trenton’s back. I remember the way she swayed and her head swam. I’ve never been so happy in my life to not need to sleep all night. So I can watch her. So I can keep her safe. “You like it when I make you hurt, don’t you?”

“Maybe.” Blushing, she puckers her lips and smiles when I oblige. “I never met a man who could keep up before.”

I turn serious and shake my head. “We don’t talk about other men, Sophia. Pretend you never existed before me.”

Snickering, she turns to her side so we face each other. She brings a hand up to my forehead and strokes my scar, and after studying it in the silence for a long beat, she allows me a moment to remember the last two years of my life, but where I thought Ace was a guy, I replace with Sophia.

She saw it all. She saw the women, the drugs, Abel, my brother.

She saw me die.

“You scared the shit out of me when this happened,” she admits. “Swear to Christ, I thought my heart was going to explode out of my chest.”

“You got me out of the club?” I actually don’t remember anything about that day. I remember sleeping on a friend’s couch; I remember craving my next hit so much I was willing to eat coffee beans just to feel something. I remember running away, because that’s the day my friend was going to send me to a rehab place to get back on track. But going to rehab meant leaving Kane. I couldn’t do that, so I ran; I hid; I found myself in a blazing club with his girlfriend in my arms.

Then I found myself here, in the hospital, with a massive fucking headache.

“How’d you get me out?”

“I have muscle other than you.” Her lips twitch, but her finger continues to stroke my hairline. “I sent him in as soon as you dropped, had you transported to the hospital, had you transferred over here before they figured out my John Doe was Jay Bishop–”

“Wait, wait, wait, wait.” I grab her wrist and still her movements. “Go back.”

Her dark eyes sparkle. “Hm?”

“You got other muscle?”

She snickers. “Of course. I’m never unprepared.”

“You sleep with your other muscle, Sophia? You dance for them? Because I might push a bunch of meatheads in front of a truck if you say yes.”

“No.” Leaning forward, she drops a kiss on my lips, then lies so her lips rest against my chest. “I’ve been in a serious relationship with my computer for a long time. Men mostly annoy me.”

“But not me?”

“Especially you,” she laughs. “You might be the most annoying of them all. You think I can’t decipher Morse code? You think I didn’t know you were asking for a burger when you tapped your ceiling?”

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