It'll Be An Adventure (Masters of the Shadowlands #15)(65)
Author: Cherise Sinclair

 

“Pretty maid, don’t make promises you won’t follow through with.” Because, damn, if she continued to stroke him, he’d have her on her back and be inside her before she had a chance to think about it.

 

“I always keep my promises,” she told him earnestly before sliding on top of him. Straddling him, she rose just enough his cock could feel the heat of her pussy. “But we don’t have much time, not enough for me. But at least you can get off.”

 

His jaw tightened. That would be a big nope. He’d get off…but so would she.

 

If it took a lifetime, he’d eradicate her father’s bullshit that she was of less worth than others.

 

No matter how many orgasms it took.

 

Sliding his fingers into her hair, he pulled her down for a slow, wet kiss, then murmured against her lips, “Put me inside you.”

 

Damned if he wasn’t pleased they’d had the talk a couple of days ago about abandoning condoms. Because as her tight cunt enclosed him, the wet heat was like nothing else in this world. “Fuck, you feel good.”

 

Eyes closed, she stilled, adjusting to his size. The curve of her lips showed her pleasure.

 

Reaching up behind him, he slid the headboard storage door to one side. By feel, he moved past the cuffs and dildos to the one toy he had in mind.

 

Smart Doms prepared for all eventualities.

 

 

 

Damnfinito, but Master Saxon was big. Eyes closed, Murphy savored the wonderful, almost painful, stretching around his thick shaft.

 

He wasn’t thrusting, just letting her adjust as he massaged her bottom. His other hand moved over her mound toward her slick clit.

 

A good thought. Nevertheless, with no foreplay, she wouldn’t come. It was lovely that he cared—although when she said he should get off without her, he’d seemed almost angry.

 

Unfortunately, she didn’t have time to spend the morning messing—

 

Something clamped on each side of her clit, and she squeaked at the unexpected pinch. What was that? Not his fingers—far too nubby. It tightened and then started to vibrate.

 

Around her clit.

 

“Aaaah.” Her eyes almost rolled back in her head at the intense burst of pleasure.

 

Chuckling, he pressed his hand against her mound, keeping whatever it was in place. “Time to move, little subbie. I want some up and down action.”

 

Her clit was zinging, ramping her arousal right up. “I…I don’t—”

 

When he pinched her ass, hard enough to sting, she yelped and rose. And, oh god, the slick slide of his cock felt amazing.

 

He grinned. “Let’s see how fast you come.”

 

Within minutes, she was teetering on the brink. The vibrator on her clit, the feel of his thick cock…the man was merciless. As the unstoppable sensations continued, everything inside her tightened, and the pressure to come grew and grew.

 

And then, he wiggled the vibrator, hitting different spots, even as he jerked his hips up, driving even deeper inside her.

 

Her back arched “Oh, oh, oh!” Overwhelming pleasure rolled through her in spasm after spasm of a mind-shattering orgasm.

 

Before she could even think, his hands locked on her hips, and he pumped her up and down on his cock until he arched up into her in his own hot release. His guttural sound of pleasure quite simply made her heart happy.

 

As his grip on her relaxed, she snuggled down on top of him, limp and sated.

 

He wrapped his arms around her, holding her hard. Under her cheek, she could feel the hard thud of his heart. Feel the rise and fall of his chest.

 

And…she never wanted to move.

 

She wanted to stay right there forever—with this man who was unfazed by anything and who could laugh at himself with the most infectious hearty laugh, who was incredibly self-confident, and whose eyes lit up when Brummell purred at him.

 

This man who protected her, challenged her, and made her believe in herself.

 

Murphy Chaykovsky, no. Do NOT tell me you are falling in love with him.

 

Oh boy, this was not going to end well.

 

 

 

 

 

Later, in the dining room, Murphy finished off the last of her pancakes and watched Brummell pounce on Bogie’s tail, trying to entice the big cat into playing.

 

The brown and orange tabby just flicked an ear and kept sleeping.

 

Saxon followed her gaze. “Bogie believes Sunday mornings mean napping in the sun, not chasing an impertinent kitten around the room.”

 

“Hmm.” Her eyes turned back to the big Dom.

 

His thick golden hair glinted in the sunlight from the window. His darker beard outlined his jaw, giving him a tough appearance.

 

Murphy cocked an eyebrow. “Didn’t you say something about a nap in the sun being your perfect morning too?”

 

He grinned. “Of course. After an energetic workout.”

 

She had to laugh…because the “workout” had been aerobic enough she felt no guilt whatsoever at missing her usual three-mile jog.

 

As she took a sip of coffee, two cell phones dinged with incoming texts. “That doesn’t sound ominous. Not at all.” Tension tightening her stomach, Murphy handed Saxon his phone and checked her own.

 

Dustin was calling in anyone available for an urban rescue.

 

“A bridge fell down?” Appalled, Murphy hurried to the living room and clicked the remote for the news channel.

 

A map displayed the disaster had occurred north of Tampa in an industrial area. A reporter showed a picture from last year. The aged highway bridge had spanned railroad tracks as well as a small road. This morning, a train had derailed and slammed into one of the bridge buttresses. The bridge had buckled and collapsed, landed on the rest of the train cars, the road and…

 

A photo taken from above showed some nearby industrial buildings had also been destroyed.

 

“Oh my god.” Murphy couldn’t move.

 

Saxon’s brow furrowed as he studied her. “Sweetling, this won’t be easy. And you’re still new to SAR.”

 

Easy? It looked terrifying. Her fingers around her phone had gone clammy. But there were people under that horrendous debris. Pulling in a breath, she answered the text and Saxon at the same time. “I’m in.”