Not if it was within my power to give to her.
I pulled back out and she moaned, her legs locking around my hips.
“Wrong way!” she cried out.
I grinned and started pushing forward again, this time not stopping until I was all the way inside of her.
That’s when I realized my mistake.
I shouldn’t have moved.
Just having her surrounding the tip of my cock had been bad.
Having my cock buried deep inside of her? Her pussy rippling around me?
That was the purest kind of torture.
There was no other way to describe it.
I hunched over and buried my face into her neck, my arms wrapping around her body to pull her even closer.
My cock ground into her pussy, and I swear to God, I tried to stop myself from doing it. But I couldn’t.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I whispered as I panted and prayed that I could stop.
“God,” she whispered. “This was exactly what I needed. You inside of me. You feel so big.”
She felt tight.
Like hot silk wrapped by a silken fist of muscle.
I want to stay inside of her forever, exactly like this. Fuck all of our responsibilities.
“You’re making me feel so good,” she whispered. “You’re not even moving, and I feel fantastic.”
That’s because it was her and me.
We were good together. Always had been.
I’d known from the moment that I met her that she would be mine.
From the moment she said that my eyes were the color of ‘pond water’ I knew that I was going to make her mine.
I just didn’t realize that it was going to take this long.
That she would come back to me, but only after eight years of separation.
I wanted to move so badly that it physically hurt.
“Baby,” I sat back on my heels until my cock was barely inside of her. “You have…”
She followed me, lifting up on her heels to get closer.
And that was the straw that broke the camel’s back.
I pulled out of her completely, but only long enough that I could flip her over onto her tummy.
Seconds later, I had her by the hips again and I was thrusting inside of her wildly.
Between one of those thrusts, she burst apart.
She went from cooperative and being a good girl to thrashing and crying out.
“Oh, God. Troup!” she cried. “Please! Harder.”
That was all she wrote, folks.
Losing control wasn’t pretty.
Not for a man like me.
Control meant focus. Control meant I could make her come again.
Control meant that she was always taken care of.
This time, she was not taken care of.
I left her hanging because my dick literally took control away from me.
Between one breath and the next, I was coming.
I was coming hard, deep inside of her pussy, forcing myself into her so far that I knew she’d feel me well into tomorrow.
It was only after, when my brain came back online, that I realized I was likely crushing her with my big body.
“Jesus,” she whispered as she wiggled. “You’re crushing me.”
I laughed and pulled myself off of her, pausing when I was about to pull out.
“I only have one pair of sheets,” I found myself saying. “If we get these dirty, we’re going to have to wash them tonight.”
She sighed. “Let’s shuffle to the edge of the bed. I think that I saw something there that I could clean up with.”
“Nope,” I said as I thought about what could’ve been there. “I might’ve watched our video last night. And I might’ve already used that towel.”
She burst out laughing, and I clutched on to her hips.
“Baby,” I groaned.
That’s when my deflating dick changed directions, going from getting soft rather quickly to once again filling up with blood.
“Oh, shit,” she whispered, pushing back slightly so that I could feel her excitement.
She was so slick. Already wet for me, as well as covered in our combined juices.
“Oh, shit,” I groaned right along with her.
Then I couldn’t stop myself from slowly pumping myself in and out of her.
Before I even realized what was happening, I was fucking her all over again.
And when we finally stopped over an hour later, she’d come four times, me three, and I was exhausted.
“Marry me,” I whispered into her hair.
Her eyes, wide open and focused on me, were electric.
“After this op, you bet your ass I’ll become yours.”
CHAPTER 13
If I say ‘I could eat’ you have about thirteen minutes before I become a different person.
-Beckham to Trouper
BECKHAM
I wasn’t sure that I could find Trouper any sexier.
Honest to God, I didn’t think it was possible.
But then I saw him in flight gear.
Easton urged me to the fence where we were watching the take-offs and the landings through—I wasn’t sure we were actually supposed to be doing this—and we watched as Trouper stood beside a massive plane with his hands on his hips.
After a few more head nods, brought the helmet in his hands, and slowly fitted it in place on his head.
He stopped midway when someone said something to him.
His head jerked around, and the moment that our eyes locked, he grinned wickedly.
He winked, then turned back around to continue his conversation.
“God, he looks good in that,” I found myself saying to his brother.
He bumped me with his hip, then threw his arm around me.
“Not even married for an hour, and you’re already looking at other men. I mean, he’s my brother, darling dear. How could you do this to me?” Easton teased.
I shrugged his arm off of my shoulder and went back to ogling my man.
“That doesn’t happen until tomorrow,” I grumbled. “Or maybe even the next day. At least around town. Up here, some of them know that I’m FBI.”
Easton sighed. “We also don’t know if this guy is military or not. So, we should play the part.”
I tightened my hands on the chain-link fence, knowing he was right.
But that was my Trouper out there looking all sexy in his flight suit!
“Whatever,” I grumbled, slightly upset.
Okay, if I was being honest with myself, it was more than ‘slightly.’
It was a lot.
One final op, and I was done.
One final op, and Trouper and I would be free to spend our lives together.
One. Final. Op.
“There he goes,” Easton said as Trouper made his way to the plane he was standing beside.
Everyone went nuts for about half a minute as they situated themselves, then two men pulled off from the group and made their way toward us.
Toot and Kansas.
I grinned at them.
“Hey, boys.” I smiled. “How are y’all doing today?”
“We’re doing good,” Toot said as he leaned against the chain-link fence nearest me.
Kansas took up the spot next to Easton.
“You ever seen him fly?” Kansas asked the two of us.
“Nope,” we both answered at once.
“You’re in for a treat,” Toot said.
I looked over at him.