“I don’t think I can be slow…this time.” I want to take my time with her. Adore every inch of her body. I want to make it last, but this is going to be over fast.
“Yes,” she moans, rubbing her hands down my back. Her hands slide over my ass, roaming my body aimlessly like they don’t know where to go next. “More,” she begs, our groans and moans filling the room like sweet music.
Her legs hook tight around my waist as I pump into her. I pull her hips up with my hand to meet every thrust. Her body shakes, her pussy gripping me like a vise. Her short, ragged breaths tell me she’s just as close as I am.
I don’t want it to be over already, but I can’t seem to slow down. You can be sure we’ll be doing this again. All night.
“Oh, God…right there…oh, fu…” Her lips part as Mila digs her nails into my shoulders, crying out my name as I drive my cock into her with deep, unwavering thrusts.
I reach down between our sweaty bodies, rubbing slow circles against her clit with two fingers. Her back arches off the bed, and she fists the sheets. Her entire body trembles as she begins to fall over the edge.
She comes hard, her fingers digging into my ass. My name on her lips is all it takes for my balls to seize. It feels so fucking good the way her pussy grips me as she comes. I can’t help following right behind her.
My hips slam up into her as I bottom out. A lightning bolt shoots down my spine, straight to my balls. My orgasm hits me hard and fast. My cock pulses as her inner walls continue to milk me. The feeling is like nothing I’ve ever felt before with anyone.
Holding her gaze, I can’t bite back the groan as I thrust into her one last time, spilling inside her. The muscles in my jaw tighten, and white stars explode behind my eyes as my release flows through me.
This is more than sex.
After a few minutes, I discard the condom and climb back into the bed. It’s clear we just made love. My heart is already in this, but I’m not sure how Mila feels. I’ve fallen hard for her, and there’s no going back.
Mila quietly lies in the crook of my arm, and I wonder if she’s as overwhelmed as I am with the rush of emotions swelling in my chest.
After a few minutes of silence, she props up on her elbow with a genuine smile that melts my heart. “You probably need a few minutes but…I was wondering if we could…do that again.” She drags her finger down my chest, making my dick stir again.
“We are definitely doing it again.” I grin. I roll onto my back, pulling her on top of me, so she’s straddling my thighs. My dick positioned against her warm center is already springing back to life. “We can do it all night if you want.”
My fingers tangle in her hair, and we drown in a kiss. The storm rages outside as we go until the wee hours of the morning. Every time I think I can’t go anymore, Mila reaches down and strokes me back to life.
I mean it when I say, “You’re safe here.” He’s never going to hurt her again.
I’m claiming her as mine. No one will cause her pain like that ever again. She’s safe now, and she needs to understand that.
Because I’m never letting her go.
Chapter Twelve
“Bang…bang…bang!”
Dammit. The storm is blazing mad outside. I’m currently lying on a big white fluffy cloud, wrapped up in a set of warm, muscular arms, remembering the way Marco and I went at it last night like it was an Olympic event. I’m confident we’d win gold.
I don’t want to move. I’m so warm and toasty, and he smells so good, like sex and body wash and…
Bang…Bang…“Dude, open the door.”
“Shit,” Not the storm. “Marco?” I say in a raspy sleep voice. I twist my body, trying and wiggle out of Marco’s cozy cocoon.
“Morning, Angel,” Marco growls in a husky voice, trying to snuggle back into me.
“Someone’s banging at the door.” My heart lurches as my mind starts to race, thinking maybe I’ve been found. “Who is it? How did they get in?”
“Open up, asshole. I know you’re in there.” The knocking becomes louder, along with the gruff voice on the other side.
“Shit.” Marco jumps out of bed and collects his jeans from the floor, swiftly climbing into them. “Only one person I know who has a key and is that annoying.”
I pull the covers up tight over my chest. Marco leans down, lifting my chin with his fingers placing a tender kiss on my lips. “I’ll make this go away, and then I’m kissing you good morning properly.” He winks before heading to the door.
“What the hell, Tig?” Marco barks, swinging the door open.
“The fuck took you so long?” The large, bald man covered in tattoos barges through the doorway, stopping short when he looks over Marco’s shoulder and sees me in the bed. He’s almost as tall as Marco and attractive when he smiles through his thick beard. He’s pleasing to the eyes, and I’m sure many women appreciate his strong, masculine features, but I don’t get that giddy feeling like I do when Marco smiles at me. “Oh...didn’t know you had company. Sorry, man.”
“Well, now, you do. So you can be on your way.”
Ignoring Marco, the beast strides over to the edge of the bed and holds out his hand. “Hey, darling. I’m Tig…Marco’s cousin.”
“Oh…uh…hi…I’m…Mila.” I can feel my face warming as he carefully observes me. I hesitantly hold out my hand.
“The hell, man?” Marco slaps his hand down hard before I get a chance to shake it. “Why are you even here? Shouldn’t you be home snuggled up with your wife? There’s a hurricane outside.”
“Storms dying down. Nicky’s been trying to call all night. Gina’s in labor.”
“Fuck!” Marco paces over and snatches his phone from the counter. “It’s dead.”
“Relax, man. She’s at the hospital. Nick’s with her. Your parents have Gabrielle at the house.”
“I need to go.” Marco searches around for his shirt, finding it kicked halfway under the bed. “She’s early. I need to be there for Nicky.”
“I know, dude. The trains are still down. I’d take you, but you know I don’t drive.”
Jesus. Does anyone around here know how to drive? “I can take you.” They both turn and face me with an edgy glare. “The weather looks like it’s clearing. I’ll take you.”
We arrive at the hospital a short while later. Marco was a little hesitant when I said I didn’t mind driving him in the bad weather. The way his leg bounces up and down uncontrollably, I’m more worried about the storm raging inside Marco.
The worst of it’s over; the winds have calmed, and it’s only drizzling as we pull into the massive Long Island Hospital parking lot. We drive to the parking garage across the street, and Marco swiftly whips out his credit card, not caring about the exorbitant price it costs.
We make our way through the winding halls, my pink Chucks squeaking on the tile floor as I try to keep up with his long strides. When we reach the maternity department, Marco rushes over to a helpful-looking nurse, who smiles up at him with tired eyes.