Page 61 of Bulletproof

Power had to be exerted so I could free myself from his grip, and when I did, I shoved my way through the dancers until I was at the edge of the floor. Moving fast, I made it to the coat room. The girl I had left my jacket with earlier was still wading through the stack. My peacoat had not even been hung up yet, and so I saved her the hassle of finding a hanger.

Instead of going out the front, I headed for the back to leave. There were rooms that needed to be passed, and it was dark, barely lit, and the smell and the sounds let me know what was going on even if the lighting did not. There were lots of guys on their knees, many being fucked against walls—noisy and messy and loud. I was moving fast, feeling frantic, and when I became aware that someone was behind me, I sped up.

But it was too late.

Grabbed hard, stuffed through a door into a tiny room, I was whirled around and thrown up against a wall. I prepared to defend myself.

“I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you,” he rasped, the whispered words sounding like a roar to me.

I froze, my breath catching as half his face came out of the darkness, slate-blue eyes glinting in the low light, blazing with fury.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, going out to a⁠—”

“Sam,” I breathed his name, lunging at him, arms around his neck, pressing into him as tight as I could, my body heating instantly with the contact.

The man was massive, covered in hard muscle, and I wanted to touch all of him as fast as I could.

His big, strong hands were on my ass, lifting me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, writhing, grinding, and pushing my groin into his abdomen.

“Tell me,” he demanded, his voice harsh, angry, even as he tugged at my belt.

I whimpered as I was manhandled—the jingle of my buckle, the pull on the button, then zipper—and then I felt the air on my leaking cock.

“Fuckin’ tell me!”

“You know me,” I answered breathlessly. “Put me against the wall. Please.”

“Fuck no,” he snarled before he tilted my chin up and sealed his hot mouth to mine.

Oh God, kissing Sam Kage. Had I missed anything more? Ever? I devoured his mouth, sucking, licking, biting, and even in my own frenzy, I realized that I was being kissed back with equal passion, equal need.

I was aware of a sound like foil, and then slippery fingers slid between my cheeks, parting them as a slick coolness grazed my entrance. Lube. He had lube for me, and my heart stopped as I whimpered with happiness. Spit would have worked for me. It hardly mattered, but for whatever reason, Sam Kage was carrying around lube. Sam was …

I stiffened suddenly, involuntarily, as my mind raced with the implications of that.

“You idiot. I had it for you. Who the fuck else?” he scolded me.

Best part about being married was, your husband could read your mind.

I went boneless in his arms, and when my jeans and underwear were roughly shucked off, leaving me naked from the waist down, I begged him to hurry.

I was lifted, slammed back into the wall, and held there as I felt the first press of the head of his engorged shaft at my entrance.

“Sam,” I cried out, trying to push down, trying to impale myself on the thick, velvety length of him that I knew so well.

“I wanna hear it.”

This then was the reason for the ambush. Sam Kage was normally very self-possessed. He didn’t engage in self-doubt, he didn’t rattle, but him seeing me first with Cristo, then a second time with him, and now it looked like I was out at a club—which I was, but not how he thought—it probably freaked him out. And he would never blow his cover or act in an irresponsible, ethically or morally, way, but he was manhandling me because if he didn’t, it would eat him up. Sam needed to know that everything at home was solid, so then he could go out into the world with his armor in place.

I had forgotten that. I had forgotten I was the man’s home. I made him indestructible.

“Jory!”

As I had been working things out, he was slowly dying inside—I saw it in his eyes.

“There will never be anyone but you, Sam Kage—you know that. How could there be?”

His very satisfied male grunt rose from his chest as he drove up into me at the same time I pushed down. And he was huge, and I was tight. I would have yelled the walls down if he hadn’t drowned the noise with a kiss.