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In It for the Long Haul
FRANCESCA
I’m utterly drained, but all I have to do is glance at Hammer’s profile and I want to climb onto his lap and kiss him until we’re both gasping for breath. He catches me, giving me a full view of his handsome face.
“Kiss me,” I plead softly.
No sooner do I utter the words than the space between us closes and his mouth is on mine. Soft, sultry lips move sensually over mine, fanning the embers down deep inside me into a flame of desire. I wrap my arms around his neck, straddling his lap, my thighs closing over his legs. My movement spurs Hammer into action. His fingers twine into my hair to hold me in place as he continues kissing me, slowly and dreamily, exploring every part of my mouth, then sliding down my cheek and jaw.
Suddenly, he’s on his feet with my legs locked around his waist, and he’s heading for my bedroom. He grips the back of my head to pull me back down for another soul-searching kiss. Warmth spreads through my belly, all the way down to my core. Hammer takes and I give, and I’m willing to give him all of me.
He drops his knee on the bed and lays me down, hovering over me. “Tell me you want this,” he commands, his voice husky and raw.
“I want this,” I say.
Still, he hesitates. “No turning back. Once you’re mine, you’re well and truly mine, baby. I’m not going to be able to let you go. You get me?”
I’m not sure if I “get him,” but I don’t care. I know what I feel when I’m with him, and this is the happiest I’ve ever felt. Hammer makes me feel beautiful in every way. I want to be his. I nod and murmur a barely audible yes. His lips curve into a sexy, sly smile.
His hands roam under my top as his lips explore the curve of my neck. He lifts the tank top up and over my head, feasting his eyes on my pale pink satin bra, slipping the straps from my shoulders and yanking it down to expose my breasts. He licks his lips like a man about to devour his favorite meal, then takes a taut nipple in his mouth, rasping his teeth over the sensitive tip. The sensation is electrifying, sending a jolt through me down to the spot between my thighs.
With every lick and nip, I grow wetter and wetter. I hold his head to my breast, arching my back to keep him close as I squirm beneath him. Hammer’s very thorough, lavishing attention on its twin, and yet somehow he manages to undo my belt and yank off my jeans, letting the cool air caress my heated skin.
I pull off his T-shirt, letting my fingers skim across his defined chest and abs. He reaches for his own belt. I watch as he steps off the bed and slides off his pants. I stare at his boxers, which display a huge bulge.
“Bra off,” he orders. I quickly move to do his bidding. His eyes are smoldering with desire, while his calloused fingers glide over the tips of my nipples. I can’t supress my moan. Those same fingers move downward over my belly, hips, thighs, and slowly over my legs, all the way to my ankles. Hammer climbs back onto the bed, his hands clasped around my ankles, spreading my legs wide open, where he can now see my wet panties. “These have to go,” he says, and rips them apart with his hands. He tosses my tattered panties aside.
“Oh my God,” I gasp. I’m stunned. I don’t have time to think because suddenly, my legs are over his shoulders and his mouth is between my legs. His tongue runs over my pussy, licking every part of me. His fingers spread my pussy lips apart as he pushes two thick fingers inside me. It feels so good and it’s been so long that I move along with his hand to assuage my growing need. His lips close over my clit as he works his fingers inside me.
I thrash, my fingers digging into his scalp to hold him against me, my back arched as I pant his name.
“David. My David,” I groan. Apparently, he likes his name on my lips, as he voraciously eats at me until I’m on the cusp of an orgasm that I know will be so immense when it hits, I might pass out. Abruptly, his mouth and fingers are gone. I moan in protest, but my moan turns into a gasp of delight when I feel his huge erection surge inside my tight pussy, filling me to the brink. It aches so good, though my throbbing pussy is greedy, wanting him to fuck me long and hard. “More. Please,” I beg. I don’t even recognize my own voice. It’s the voice of a desperate woman, a wanton, but I don’t care.
He pulls out, only to thrust in harder, finding a frantic rhythm. I’ve never been fucked like this before. He growls, “Eyes on me. Open them, Frankie. I want to see you come.” The words alone are enough to push me over the edge, and come I do, with such intensity that I’m racked with pleasure. My body shudders, and I feel like I’m floating on a cloud.
A moment later, I hear Hammer’s roar as he plunges inside and stays deep, letting his own orgasm consume him. Then he covers me with his body, careful not to crush me.
“That was the most beautiful thing I ever saw,” he says, kissing the corner of my mouth. “My own little sex kitten,” he murmurs. I bury my heated cheeks in his neck. He chuckles. Slowly, he pulls out. “I’ll be right back, baby. Got to get rid of this condom.”
I was so lost in our lovemaking, I didn’t even think about protection. Thank God one of us had the good sense to be prepared. Then again, this wasn’t how I expected our evening to go. I haven’t been with a man in a very long time, and the last thing I was thinking about was sex. That is, until Hammer. I don’t like him being gone from my side, and suddenly, I feel very naked. I grab the blanket at the end of the bed and pull it up to my chest.
“I’m right here, Francesca,” I hear him say. He’s standing in the doorway that connects the master en suite to the bedroom. He’s the perfect copy of a Greek god. His body is fit, defined, and rugged. His face so handsome that I’m sure women stare at him everywhere he goes. Why would I be enough? I begin to wonder.
He walks back to me and sits on the edge of the bed. It’s like he knows what I’m thinking, because he says, “Push that shit away. I know what I want. I want you.”
Thunder
I make love to her twice more that night. I’m totally spent, but it’s well worth the exhaustion. Despite Francesca’s elite upbringing and the horrible circumstances surrounding her family’s situation, she’s still naive. She has a shyness that I find both endearing and sexy. It also brings out the primitive caveman in me, wanting to protect Francesca with everything I have.
The reserved, wary woman is hotter than hell when I get my mouth on her. Sexy as fuck! She clings to me like I’m her last lifeline, and when she calls my name, it spurs something on inside me that I’ve never felt with any other woman.
The first time went too fast. I made sure to slow it down the second and third times. I kept her on the precipice of her orgasm the last time, simply because I need to hear her plead so prettily to let her come.
I watch her sleeping form, nestled between the sheets, her long blonde hair splayed over the pillow, her lips swollen from our lovemaking, and looking totally fuckable. I’m ready to go again, but I curb my baser instincts, curling around her instead, spooning her body with my own.
I’ve always known I wanted to find a special woman to spend the rest of my life with. I see it firsthand every day with the married brothers from the Pride. These men are no less lethal than they were before they met their wives, but these women have introduced a softness and warmth that was missing.
Saint and I are more similar than you can imagine. Both of us come from a military background and have seen and done things that we have to live with for the rest of our lives. It haunts us. Even after all this time, something can trigger a memory and set him off. It used to be that the brothers would rally around him and calm his raging soul, but since he met Izzy, Saint is more at peace.
