Chapter 44
CHAPTER
FORTY-FOUR
DARE
My head pounds, but it’s not what I was anticipating this morning. Rolling over in bed, I grunt at the feel of the soft body beside me. I reach out, curl my fingers, and grab a handful of her ass.
It’s soft and plump—perfection.
Chassis moans, shifting slightly, and then I feel her fingers curl around the back of my neck. I slide my body closer to her, my cock nestling in the crack of her ass as she arches slightly and pushes against me.
I can feel her back press against my chest. Fuck, but I wish I could be inside her right this second. She’s sleepy, soft, and warm. She’s perfection. And I can’t lose her. Every second that fucker breathes is one second where I could be in danger of losing this—losing her.
I release my grasp on her ass, dancing my hand along her hip, before I slip my fingers between her warm heat. She whimpers, lifting one of her legs to grant me more access as she hooks her ankle behind my knee.
Fucking hell, so goddamn sweet.
“I’ve got questions about last night,” she breathes, sounding as if she’d rather do anything else but talk about it. Her hips begin to move as she rides my fingers, climbing, searching, her body begging for more.
I don’t stop moving inside her, wishing I could replace my fingers with my cock, but I want her to be close before I do that. She turns her head slightly, and I feel her lips glide across my jaw as her hips roll.
“Amos,” she exhales.
“We’ll talk after we come,” I murmur.
She lets out a trembling exhale, then a moan. I don’t stop moving my fingers, listening for her noises, now knowing which ones she makes when she’s close. Her pussy is wet, primed and ready for me. Aching to be filled, weeping for it. And I aim to please my woman if nothing else.
“Please, Amos, please,” she exhales. “I need you.”
She’s got me, all of me, but I know what she wants. She wants me inside her—filling her.
My entire body trembles as I slip my fingers from her body and replace them with the head of my cock. Curling my hand around the back of her knee, I spread her legs even wider, opening her even more as I shift inside her, filling her.
Chassis’s fingers flex against the back of my neck, her nails digging into my flesh even harder. I don’t move, but I can feel her body trembling. “I need more,” she exhales. “I need to move.”
I’m sure she does. But she’s not going to get it until I’m ready to give it. Moving my head slightly, I glide my lips along her skin until I reach her earlobe. I nip the skin of her lobe, then slide my tongue along the area to soothe whatever sharp pain I may have caused.
She begins to breathe heavily, panting almost as if she waits for me to do something—to move. I do, but slowly, lazily. This isn’t fucking her against her car when I’m three sheets to the fucking wind.
This is loving her.
At least showing her that love without actually saying the words. I don’t know when or how I’ll say them, but I can show them. Chassis purrs as I move inside her, my hips rolling slowly as I take her.
Shifting my other arm around her, I glide my hand across her breasts, holding her chest and behind her knee, keeping her near, close to me. If I could crawl inside her body right now and become one with her, I would.
My hips begin to take on a mind of their own, my control slipping with each thrust. She cries out as I pluck one of her hard nipples with my fingers. Curling my fingers around her breast, I massage her there, then pinch her nipple, tugging on it gently.
“Please, I’m so close,” she cries out in a whisper.
My fingers dance down the center of her body, leaving her tits… albeit reluctantly, and finding purchase against her clit. Pressing two fingers against it, I draw firm circles there, my hips never breaking their rhythm.
She cries out, her pussy clenching around me, trying to keep me inside her, but I’m not ready yet. She’s on the edge, ready to fall over, or maybe jump. I’m not sure. She moves her hips as much as she can in this position, searching for her release.
When she comes, her legs tremble and her shout bounces off the walls around us. It’s fucking amazing. Beautiful. Her cunt squeezes me, her body trying as hard as it can to keep me inside her.
She fails, but not for lack of trying. I move inside her, hard and fast, until it’s my turn to find my own orgasm. It doesn’t take long—one, two strokes before I still inside her body and fill her with my cum.
Nuzzling her throat, I slide my tongue along the column of her throat to taste her sweet, sweat-soaked skin there. Her muscles quake in my arms. Slowly, I lower her thigh, then force my body to slip from inside hers before I roll onto my back.
I gather her in my arms and haul her ass against my side. She slides her arm around my stomach, then dances her fingertips up my belly, my chest, and then curls her fingers around the side of my throat.
I expect her to push up and look at me, but she doesn’t. Instead, we both breathe, or rather, catch our breaths. Closing my eyes, I flex my arms around her and wonder if this is enough to keep me from starting a war.
Being with her like this, yet waiting for something to happen with the Russian. Knowing that nothing could ever happen, or something really fucking bad could befall us. I can protect her, but even with Gauge watching her, that won’t last forever. I can’t put men on her indefinitely.
Eventually, there will be an opportunity, and if the Russian takes it, then what the fuck do I do? Because I will not lose her—I will not lose them. Not fucking ever. Not as long as I have air in my lungs. I will keep them safe.
So there is only one way to ensure their safety— his death… which equals war.