Chapter Eighty-Four
Phoenix
I didn’t fuck her.
I slowly drove in and out of her, the body she willingly gave me. But every other goddamn part of her, the shit she’d held back, I chased it.
Fuck, did I chase it.
Grinding my hips, rubbing her clit, coaxing that G-spot, I gave her the heaviness of my weight and the control of my thrusts. I gave her every damn thing she’d stolen from me. Then I gave her an orgasm.
Her back arching, her cry unrestrained, her cunt gripped me hard as she went over that edge.
I palmed her throat and drove the head of my cock right to her cervix.
With the vibrations of her orgasm both under my palm and gripping my shaft, I let the warfighter in me surface.
Then I fucking fought. “A woman who has three reasons to love has triple the reason to fight.”
Breathless, staring up at me, my trespasser blinked.
“That alone is worth a fight, intruse.” I would fucking wage this battle for both of us until my last breath.
“Will,” she whispered sadly.
Goddamn it. “I know.” I fucking knew what I said not twenty minutes ago.
“I promised we’d shelve this.” But she’d come, I was holding back, and I needed to hear that she’d at least consider options in a worst-case scenario.
I didn’t know how to be a man, let alone a dominant, if I couldn’t convince her of that.
“I’m asking one more time.” I tightened my grip, used my dominance, held those gorgeous eyes of hers and I fought.
“I’m asking you to consider options if it ever comes down to it. ”
For a suspended beat, my intruse, the woman who was the center of my gravity, she said nothing.
Then she inhaled, her expression relaxed, and I thought I had her—until she spoke.
“I will never put those chemicals in my body again.” Her voice went soft, melancholic. “Not even for Lincoln, but especially not to him.”
Fuck. How could I not love this woman? Resolute to her absolute hard limit, putting my son above herself, choosing not to be afraid of what every human naturally feared, all while I was inside her, throwing my own damn fear at her.
Accepting defeat, I capitulated to my intruse. “Understood.” There’d better be a fucking God for this woman and my son.
She cupped the side of my face. “I will always welcome you into my body, though.” Then she smiled. The shy, submissive tilt of her lips that I knew was reserved for me. “Please,” she quietly begged. “I want to feel all of you now.”
I didn’t deny my woman.
Pulling back only to drive in hard, this time I fucked her.
Bringing her to the edge with me, waiting until that last second before she detonated, I made damn sure she felt every inch of me. Then I unleashed.
Her orgasm hit, the SUV pulled up outside, and she started to scream.
My hand slammed over her mouth, and I pumped her full of my seed as I whispered in her ear. “Bonne fille. Feel me fill that needy little cunt full of my cum. Take it all, ma petite intruse, but do it quietly. Lincoln’s back.”
Any other time, any other conversation prior to me coming inside her, I would’ve smiled at the look of horror in her eyes.
As it were, I hazed her. “Don’t give me that look when your still pulsing around me.” As if on demand, her sweet cunt gripped me tighter. “That’s it, get it now, intruse. Because you’re going to have to go all day without my cock inside you while I fly us home.”
Shoving my hand away, she made to move out from under me. “Oh my God, oh my God,” she whispered. “You have to get off me!”
“Settle,” I warned.
“Settle?” she screeched as a car door slammed outside right before she covered her own mouth.
Grasping her wrists and removing her hands as I slowly withdrew from her, I addressed the issue head-on.
“We don’t hide from Lincoln, Isla. Not the fact that we have sex, not arguments or disagreements, not any part of our relationship.
We’ll, of course, have boundaries, but we’ll respect each other. ”
“Will,” she whisper-hissed. “You are literally leaking out of me right now.”
“I know.” I winked. “And I’d love to watch that.” Right before I fed my seed back inside her. “But we’ll save that for another time.” I did up my pants as the front door opened.
Paper bags rustled, but then there was a pause.
My instincts instantly went on full alert, and for a split second, I listened to what I didn’t hear.
The front door immediately closing behind my son.
The gait of his sure-footed steps.
The announcement of his arrival, as instructed before he’d left.
I was off the bed in a fucking heartbeat, weapon drawn.