Chapter 31 #2
I’d deployed into some hellish landscapes during my time in the Navy. Had seen atrocities that would give most nightmares. They’d changed me in ways that even I didn’t fully understand. And yet... I’d never felt fear like I had tonight.
Jerking her against my body, I deepened the kiss. It was as though I needed to imprint her on my skin. I needed her to know I’d always be there. She’d never have to worry that I wouldn’t show up for her. She was mine. I was hers. And if anyone fucked with her, I’d kill them without hesitation.
She moaned as I palmed one of her tits, brushing my thumb over the nipple. When she was practically melting into a puddle in my arms, I walked us backwards into the shower. The hot water had dried blood and dirt washing away.
“You’re still dressed,” she gasped when I let go of her mouth and dragged my teeth down the side of her neck.
I didn’t give a shit. I’d take the boxers off in a minute. She tasted too good to stop.
“Pyre,” she said, her hands moving to push at my shoulders.
I lifted my head and glared down at her. “We’re showering,” I told her, my tone brooking no argument. “Then we’re fucking. And after that, you can take care of my leg, Little Reaper.”
She blinked up at me as the water rolled down her hair and over her shoulders. “O-okay.” She said it so breathlessly, it made my dick twitch. “But let’s wash first. I don’t want any of that dirt getting into your wound.”
Gathering what was left of my patience, I let her scrub me down. Mostly because that meant I got to do the same for her. I’d been soaping up her breasts for a couple minutes when she finally pushed my hands away.
“Let me.”
My brows drew together, but then I relaxed when she put her hands on my shoulders and turned us so my back was being pelted by the shower head.
Then she sank down onto her knees. The way she was looking up at me was so close to that first shower where I’d jacked off to this exact scenario, I had to grind my teeth to keep from grabbing her and fucking her brains out.
She wanted to do this? I wasn’t about to say no.
But damn I wanted to sink into her gorgeous body, to make her scream, and to lose all the remaining worry that still lingered somewhere inside me.
She was here. She was safe. No one was going to touch her. Besides me.
She shoved the top of my boxers down, until my dick was free. Her lips wrapped around my cock and I didn’t bother to hold back the groan of appreciation. Her eyes closed, her long black lashes fanning her cheeks, as her head began bobbing.
“Fuck,” I growled, grabbing a handful of her wet hair.
She hummed, her eyes opening again. Her hand went to the base of my dick, pumping as her mouth worked me.
I let her set the pace for a few minutes, enjoying the pleasure, the connection.
When I felt the orgasm start to build, I tightened my grip on her hair and thrust gently into her mouth.
I wasn’t going to come down her throat, though I wanted to.
I was going to save that for when I was buried deep in her pussy.
Her hands moved to my thighs, then up until her fingers brushed the hem of my boxers.
“No,” I said, pulling her off my cock.
Her eyes widened.
“We’re not finishing that quickly. I’m not done with you.
” I knew what she was up to. She thought if she could get me off, that I'd give in and let her take care of my wound. Little did she know I’d just have to eat her out and edge her until I was ready for round two.
I figured she’d prefer this, so I dragged her up my body and then cupped her ass, lifting her until she could wrap her legs around my waist.
My cock was lined up with her pussy, but I shoved my hands between our bodies and started rubbing my thumb over her clit in slow circles.
As much as I wanted to bury my face and eat that delicious cunt, I didn’t have the patience.
I needed her. That didn’t mean I didn’t want her dripping wet and so eager for me to fuck her that she was losing her mind.
So I teased her. I watched her expression change, her eyes growing darker.
She moaned as I slipped a finger into her pussy, stroking her g-spot, and rubbed her clit harder with my thumb. I was playing her body perfectly, because I could feel the flutters of her inner walls. Dipping my head, I sucked a nipple into my mouth, then gave a little bite.
Her fingernails dug into my shoulders and her body went taut.
I didn’t relent until she was crying out and the pleasure was rolling through her.
When I finally pulled my finger from her pussy, she was shaking.
That was better. I wanted her to unravel.
Wanted her needy. I kept rubbing her clit, enjoying the way her hips jerked with the rhythm as I built her desire back up.
“Please,” she gasped.
“Please, what?”
“Fuck me.”
I grinned. “Thought you’d never fucking ask, Baby Girl.”
She thumped her head back against the shower wall as I slid into her body. Her eyes were closed and a look of bliss settled over her features.
I growled at the feel of her pussy clamping down around my dick.
“Fuck, Baby, you feel so damn good.” This was what I needed.
Us, together. Knowing she was alive and all mine made my chest tighten.
I gripped her hip with one hand, caging her between the wall and my body.
The other hit the shower tiles as I started to pump into her.
I fucked her hard and fast, needing the release. And knowing she’d take whatever I gave her. She wasn’t fragile, and it was a relief to know I could be myself. That she liked it hard. That she wanted me.
I was already getting close, but didn’t want this to end. Not yet.
Reaper opened her eyes, looking up at me through her thick, wet lashes. “Pyre.”
It was a plea, one that I wasn’t about to ignore. Leaning forward, I claimed her mouth, our tongues battling for control as our bodies moved against each other. It was too much and not enough.
I reached down and pinched her clit, feeling her go over the edge.
She squeezed my dick so hard with her inner muscles that I couldn’t hold out.
My teeth clamped down on her lower lip and my cock throbbed as I spilled into her.
This had been a wild, frantic fucking. Later I’d make it up to her and I’d make it last. Blow her mind.
But for now, we’d both needed it to happen just like this.
We were breathing hard, foreheads pressed together as I held her up. I waited until her legs were steady before I set her down. The pain from my thigh began to seep back in through the post orgasmic haze.
“Your leg,” she said in a low voice, worry shining there in her beautiful eyes.
“Alright,” I told her. I shoved my boxers all the way down and left them in the bottom of the shower as I turned the water off. “You can get the bullet out now.”
We stepped out of the shower and I wrapped her in a towel. Smiling at me, she asked, “You sure you want me to do it and not a doctor at the hospital?”
I scoffed. “Reaper, I trust you with all my parts. They’re yours to do with as you please. Just don’t take me to those fucking butchers.”
She laughed and shook her head. “Okay. I won’t. Come one, let’s get dressed then retrieve your souvenir.”
Grinning, I followed my woman into the bedroom. Even though I’d just come, I wanted to toss her onto the bed for round two. Pausing as the realization of what’d just happened hit, I examined how I felt about it.
She looked over her shoulder, frowning at the look on my face. “What’s wrong?”
“Forgot the condom.”
She blinked at me as my words set in.
I studied her face then shrugged. “Guess we’re getting started on those ten kids sooner rather than later.”
She gasped, her hand going to her stomach. After a moment she shook her head. “It can take people months, even years to get pregnant, Pyre. I doubt that one time was enough.”
Arching a brow, I replied, “I’m pretty fucking virile. My swimmers are champions.”
She rolled her eyes at me, then it was her turn to pause. “I never even thought to ask... Do you... Do you already have kids?”
“No, Reaper. I was kidding. I don’t have kids. Yet.” I grinned at her then crossed over to the dresser and tossed her a t-shirt and a pair of boxer briefs. “I doubt my sweats will stay on you,” I told her.
“This is fine for now,” she replied, pulling the clothes on.
We finished dressing and then went next door. I watched her as she set up my instruments, tools, and workspace to her liking. Grinning, I marveled at the fact that it didn’t bother me in the least. If one of my brothers messed with my shit, I’d lose it. “I love you Raeleen.”
She looked up at me, shocked. Which made my smile grow.
The fact that she was so surprised to hear those words nearly made me laugh.
I was about to let her cut into my fucking thigh with my own tools.
That meant my trust in her was absolute.
It shouldn’t shock her to hear that I loved her.
Maybe it was because even though we’d known each other for years, we hadn’t been together long.
“I... love you too, Pyre.” She narrowed her eyes. “And since we’ve said those words to each other, I’d like to know something.”
“Shoot.”
“What’s your name? Your real name?”
I laughed because I hadn’t even realized she didn’t know it. We got so used to our road names it was as though the others didn’t exist half the time. Though my mother wouldn’t find that funny. She really liked the name she’d given me. “Finn Fletcher.”
She smiled at me and it grew for every second she was quiet.
“What?” I asked, unsure of what she found so amusing.
“Sounds kind of like a superhero name.”
I frowned. “What?”
“I mean, like their real people name,” she corrected.
Laughing, I shook my head. “You mean like Bruce Banner.”
“Yeah.” She nodded.
“You like those types of movies?”
“Sure. They’re fun.”
I leaned back on my hands, unwilling to lay back while she worked on me.
I wasn’t going to fucking pass out. That would be a damn death blow to my ego.
So instead, I talked with the woman I loved while she dug a bullet out of my thigh.
Probably counted as top four on the list of best dates.
The other three belonged to her as well.