Chapter 25
CHAPTER
TWENTY-FIVE
LoneStar
We left Professor Stratton on ice after hours of interrogating him.
I was so exhausted I was dragging my feet as I headed up the stairs to my room so I could crawl into bed and catch a few hours of shut-eye before we meet later on this afternoon.
Nothing worked to get the fucker to crack so we need to come up with a different approach.
We made threats, many of them to his person, career, and reputation.
Nothing we said or did phased him in the least. I already knew he was jacked in the head, but I didn’t realize it was to that extent.
I’ve never seen one of Icer and Shade’s interrogations end with a prisoner reenacting ‘The Joker’ laugh, but he has it down to a science.
Not gonna lie, it was freaky as hell to hear, it had most of us leaving the tomb with a confused look on our faces.
When I entered my room early this morning and overheard the conversation between my woman and Jersey, hope ignited in my chest. Thinking on my feet, I decided to play the yes, no game with her, and thankfully, she was onboard with it.
When I asked her if she loved me and she verbally spoke instead of shaking her head, my world tilted—in the best way possible.
I don’t mind rocky rides, they’re always a test of my resolve and I thrive on those never throwing down the gauntlet, but Britton, she’s been the biggest challenge of my life. Holding her in my arms is the best reward I’ve ever received.
After we pull apart from our kiss, my head spins. This woman has a way of yanking the gravity out from underneath my feet and causing me to wobble. Placing my hand on her cheek, I look into her eyes and curse the fact that she’s on restriction.
“I want nothing more than to take you to bed and show you how much you mean to me, Britt.”
She chews on her bottom lip and I know she’s done something that she’s afraid I’m not going to like. I give her the time she needs to gather the courage to tell me what that is, but it’s not easy, my emotions are already frayed from last night’s events.
“Just tell me, Britton,” I encourage as she lowers her eyes to stare at her lap where she’s playing with a stray string that’s come loose from the stitching of her shirt. “Whatever it is, we’ll deal with it.”
“It’s not bad, I promise,” she swears.
“Then it shouldn’t be this hard to talk about,” I rebut.
She releases a sigh before squaring her shoulders and lifting her eyes to meet mine. “My hormones are all over the place, you know that because it’s been hard to hide.”
“It’s expected, Britton. You’re carrying our baby, your body is adjusting while protecting and growing a new life. I can’t imagine that’s easy,” I remind her.
She blows out a heated breath before confessing, “I emailed the doctor and asked for permission to…a… to fix a problem.”
“You’re babbling, Britton. Just spit it out, woman,” I tease.
“I’m horny, Tanner! I can’t help it. It’s your fault, you know? You walk around looking like that and all I want to do is climb you like a tree,” she accuses, huffing and puffing.
“Looking like what, baby girl?” I ask, leaning further into her and placing a chaste kiss to the nape of her neck before blowing hot air over the spot my lips just claimed as its favorite spot.
She shivers before she gaspingly responds, “Sex on a stick. Tanner, I’m having one helluva time controlling myself around you. You make me want to do things I only write about.”
“Tell me more,” I demand, swiping my tongue over her collarbone.
“Jesus. I can’t think when you do that,” she pants. Like a prowling cheetah, she strikes. Catching me unaware, she pushes me back and I lose my balance, landing flat on my back. She crawls over me, raking her fingers up and down my chest as she settles in. “Kiss me.”
Reaching up, I grab her by the back of her head and bring her down, crashing my lips onto hers.
She grazes her body against mine, rubbing herself on me like a crazed feline and I’m her catnip.
She bites my bottom lip before drawing it into her mouth and releasing it with a loud pop.
“Doctor Dennison gave me the green light. She says we’re safe to carry on with our regular activities. ”
Excitement strums through me and all of my blood flows to my dick, who’s jumping behind the zipper of my jeans in celebration.
“She gave us the thumbs up for sex. Hell yeah!” I shout, pushing her shirt up over her head and tossing it to the floor.
When her luscious tits bounce in front of my face, I tug one of her rosebud nipples into my mouth and suck on it.
She tosses her head back, grabs my hair with her hands and hauls me closer to her.
“Yes! I could come just from you doing that,” she gasps as she grounds her hips over mine, dry humping me. My jeans and her panties are a barrier, keeping me from what I want most—her pussy.
“And I’m gonna come if you keep teasing me,” I counter. “It’s been too long since I’ve had you in my bed.”
She giggles before reminding me, “It was just that once and neither one of us remembers it.”
“We may not, but our bodies do,” I state. “You make me so hard I could hammer nails with my cock, Britt.”
“Are you in pain, Tanner?” she asks, lowering herself down my body and cooing at my dick. I love this about her, the way she’s still ready and willing to banter with me when I’m about to rock her world.
Using her mouth, she bites at the denim directly over the zipper and my hips jackknife off the bed.
I hiss, “Fuck.” She pops the button and yanks at the fly of my pants, the teeth of my zipper gives as she grabs the waistband of my jeans and begins sliding it down and over my hips.
Like the gentleman I am, I lift my midsection, flexing and tightening my abs so she doesn’t have to work so hard to get to her goal.
“Tanner, you’re commando,” she says, licking her lips when she notices the pebble of cum beading on the head of my dick. She swipes a single finger from base to tip and I growl.
“Britton, I’m trying to give you control here, but you’re playing with fire,” I warn. “I’m like a volcano that’s about to erupt. So figure out what you want and do it or I’m not going to be able to help myself.”
“Don’t hold back on my account,” she purrs as she wraps those luscious lips around me and swallows.
She treats my cock like a lollipop. Lick, suck, lick, suck, repeat.
Sweat pebbles on my forehead and I grit my teeth trying not to explode.
Glancing down, I see her head bobbing and my eyes cross as I grip the sheets and pool them in my clutched hands.
When she comes up for air, she says, “Take me, cowboy. I’m wet and achy, I need you to fill me up with this anaconda you’ve been hiding in your pants. ”
I grip her underneath the armpits and twist us both until she’s the one with her back glued to the mattress.
Lifting up on my knees I give her a smirk.
“My turn,” I announce as I toss my cut to the end of the bed and remove my shirt and fling it in the same general direction.
I’m usually a lot more respectful when it comes to my leather, but I’m too anxious to taste her skin on my tongue and devour her essence.
“Tanner,” she moans as I nibble at her belly and slowly make my way down her body until I nip at her hip bones, getting closer to my destination. “Please, Tanner.”
“Patience, beautiful,” I say, grinning at her as I settle myself between her thighs.
With my blunt teeth, I nip at her inner thighs and drag my nose along her flesh, watching her body burn for me.
Temptation to follow through with my earlier wants hits me, so I flatten my tongue and lick her from bottom to clit.
“Oh. My. God!” she wails, raising her hands up above her head and gripping the pillow, pulling the edges up around her ears. “Don’t stop.”
Wasn’t planning on it. But I don’t voice that out loud, instead, I double down on my efforts until she clamps her thighs around my head, holding me hostage. This is what I want, her untethered and wild.
I’m so lost in what I’m doing that I don’t notice her move until her fingernails are embedded into my scalp. Not once since I’ve known her have I heard her growl until she says, “In me. Now, Tanner.”
I follow the path she guides me on, not that I have much of a choice considering her hands are still tangled in my hair, wiping my mouth on her sternum as I travel up her body and our eyes clash.
“Love you, Britton,” I announce as I slide my dick through her slit to lubricate myself with her cum before notching the head of my cock at her opening.
Her mouth opens to respond but she loses her thought as I slide inside of her. I slowly nudge my way inside of her snug pussy, and when I eventually bottom out, I’m a heaving mess. “Damn, you’re tight, baby girl.”
“It’s been a while,” she wheezes, raising her legs, lifting her hips, and wrapping those long limbs around my waist, changing the angle which has both of our eyes rolling into the back of our heads as I sink deeper inside of her.
From there, it becomes a race to the finish—hers.
I have this caveman need inside of me that demands she finds her release, at least twice, before I erupt inside of her.
Her first orgasm hits quickly, and I realize I’m running on borrowed time because my balls are ready to spew and coat her insides. It won’t take much for me to lose control so I lick the pad of my thumb and move my arm between us, circling that bundle of nerves before applying pressure.
When her entire body coils I lean down and nip at her earlobe, and as she digs her fingers deeper into my back, she screams, “I’m coming!”
When the walls of her pussy clamp down on me, I give up all sense of control and explode inside of her. Rivulets of cum paint her inner walls as I cum longer and harder than I ever have in my entire life, including my teenage years.
“Love you, Tanner,” she proclaims as I wrap my arms around her and turn our bodies to the side so all of my weight isn’t trapping her between me and the bed. “Never thought I’d ever be comfortable or ready enough to say those words to anybody, but I’m glad that you’re the one I’ve said them to.”
“Me too, darlin’. Me too. But I’m glad to be the one you feel that way about because the feeling is mutual. I love you too, Britton.” I kiss her on the temple as she curls into me, closing her eyes.
When I feel her body and breathing relax, I follow her into the abyss and catch a few hours of sleep before there’s pounding on the door, waking us both up. “Church in fifteen minutes!”
“Your brothers are assholes,” she sleepily mumbles.
“Can’t argue with the truth, baby. Go back to sleep, I’ll come back as quickly as I can. It’s gonna be another late night, so don’t wait up for me.”
“Couldn’t even if I wanted to,” she groggily admits, snuggling back into the comforter and shutting her eyes. I bend down as I unwrap myself from the bedding and peck her on the temple.
I hope the professor has had time to stew with his thoughts, because we need answers about where that live feed leads, that’s if Booker hasn’t already figured it out.
If he has, then that means we can remove his filth from this earthly plane and deliver him straight to the reaper so he can take him to live out the rest of his pathetic existence in the afterlife.