Page 109 of Rescuing Mary

Her eyes sparkled with unshed tears, and Truck knew they’d have to have this conversation again at some point, but when his cock was desperately throbbing and he wanted to be balls deep inside her wasn’t the time. “I’m big,” he warned.

“I can take you,” Mary said immediately.

“I’ll go slow.”

“I can take you,” Mary repeated. “Fuck me, Truck. I’ve been waiting for fucking ever.”

“That’s my line,” Truck snarled. “From the second I heard you berating Ghost for not looking for Rayne faster after their one-night stand, I wanted you. When I put my hand over your mouth and you turned around and saw me, you didn’t flinch. You didn’t even look at my fucking scar. I knew then you were mine. I can’t explain how I knew, but through everything that’s happened between then and now, I never doubted that. I did whatever it took to have you right here.”

Truck pushed inside her body a bit more and moaned. She was incredibly tight, and he knew he wasn’t going to last long this first time.

“Your scar is just what’s on your skin, it’s not who you are,” Mary whispered, even as she hiked her knees up higher.

Truck slipped inside her another inch.

“Just as yours aren’t who you are,” Truck said between clenched teeth.

“If you don’t stop talking and fuck me, I can’t be responsible for my actions,” Mary told him.

Moving a hand between their bodies, Truck used his thumb to manipulate Mary’s clit. She arched even more, and as she clenched around his dick, he pushed to the hilt inside her.

Truck immediately froze. His thumb stopped moving on her clit and he threw his head back and held his breath, trying to gain some control. He could feel her muscles like a vise around his cock. She was so hot, and nothing in his entire life felt as good as being inside her. Nothing.

When he felt as if he could move without immediately blowing his wad, Truck looked down at Mary and saw her smirking up at him. He loved the mischievous look on her face, loved how satisfied she looked.

Her arms were still above her head, opening herself up to him. She might’ve been unsure about them making love earlier, but if her posture and relaxed position under him were any indication, she was anything but unsure right now.

“That was close, wasn’t it?” she asked smugly.

Truck grinned. “Yup. The second I felt you clamp down on my cock, I wanted to blow. Wanted to fill you up with my come until it overflowed and you were dripping with it.”

That wiped the smug look off her face. It was replaced by a look so passionate and needy, Truck groaned.

“I never thought we’d end up here,” Mary said seriously, bringing her arms down to clasp around his neck. “I mean, even when we got married, I never imagined that you would want me like this.”

“I’ve always wanted you like this,” Truck said. “Always.”

“Can you deal with this?” Mary asked, her chin dipping to indicate her chest.

Instead of answering, he asked, “Can you deal with me being Delta, and the possibility that one of these days I might come home with something more serious than a banged-up head and a few more scars like the one on my face?”

“Of course,” she said with a huff.

“Right. So why would you think I’d not be able to deal with the aftermath of your cancer?”

Her mouth opened and closed. Then opened again. Truck could see the conflict in her eyes. He leaned down and kissed her hard on the lips. “Don’t,” he whispered when he was lightheaded from lack of air. “I know you love me, you don’t need to say it.”

“I don’t deserve you,” Mary said.

“Bullshit,” Truck retorted. “We deserve each other. Who else would put up with us?”

“True,” she agreed. “Now…will you please fuck me already?”

Truck smiled. “With pleasure.”

His hips drew back and then, without warning, he plunged inside her.

Mary groaned and threw her head back again.