Page 74 of Say it Ain’t So

“Rylan.” Her cheeks flushed the deepest pink, and she tried to cover her face with her hands.

I snagged her wrists and held them over her head, groaning as the position pressed her breasts into my chest. I traced her nipple with my finger, dipped down to suck it into my mouth. Joss let out a moan that had my dick aching, but I couldn’t stop.

“Rylan, please.”

“Please, what, gorgeous?” I switched to the other side, tugging her tight nipple with my teeth. She gasped and bucked her hips.

“Oh my God, please.” She bucked again, and I swore I could feel the slippery mess between her legs start to coat the head of my dick. “Please, oh my God, don’t stop.”

With my free hand, I tugged at her other nipple, sucking and biting the one in my mouth. She gasped and bucked and whined, pleading with me to give her something, but she wouldn’t say what. She bucked her hips, bucked them again, then let out a keening whine that had me lifting my head, which left her gasping because I didn’t take her nipple out of my mouth.

“Rylan!” She arched her back and thrashed her head back and forth. That deep blush of hers spread across her cheeks and down her chest as her mouth dropped open and her eyes rolled back. She shuddered against me, the wet mess of her coating my dick as the final buck of her hips shifted her enough that I slid inside. “Ahh!”

Her walls clamped around me, making it hard for me to push further in. But soon, she went limp in my arms. I curled around her, shifted her leg until I had her at the perfect angle. Then I pulled out, thrusting in again in slow strokes, swirling my hips as I watched her come to, watched her body light up.

“I can’t move,” she whispered as I dipped to kiss her lips. “Please, don’t stop.”

“Never gonna stop, gorgeous. Can’t stop loving you.”

“I love you.” She found some well of strength and lifted her arms, draping them around my neck and pulling me closer. She kissed me as I made love to her.

As I made love to my wife.

I’d been dreaming of this since I met her. Since I caught sight of her in that pretty floral dress and her cowboy boots. Since I saw her crying by that fountain. Since I first touched her skin.

Joss was mine, and I was never letting her go again. I would keep her forever, and I would always, always be hers.

I came with such force, a roar ripped from my throat. Joss kissed my neck, up my jaw, until her mouth was on mine and her hands held me to her. I kissed her back, smoothed my fingers across her face, only to find moisture I hadn’t expected.

Edging back, I looked down at the gorgeous woman beneath me. “What’s wrong, baby?”

Her bottom lip trembled before her face broke. She tightened her arms around me, hugging me to her as she cried, “I don’t want to lose you.”

“Lose me?” I pulled at her arm, leaning back so I could see into her beautiful, tear-filled eyes. “You’re not going to lose me.”

Her fingers fluttered down my side, to the bandage I still wore over the wound I’d gotten earlier this week. “I was so scared,” she whispered. “When they told me you were hurt, I thought I’d lost my chance to tell you I love you.”

“Never, baby.” I dropped to my side, curling my arms around her and pulling her to my chest. “You’ll never lose me, and I’ll always be here with you.”

“I love you.”

Burying my face in her hair, I let out a heavy breath. “I love you, Joss. Always and forever.”

Joss clung to me until our heated skin cooled and we fell asleep. But our fears over losing each other wouldn’t let up. Throughout the night, we found each other, falling into a rhythm of our own making as we made love time and time again. And each time, we said the words we’d been holding back for too long.

I love you.

22

JOSS

Shortly after I started working for Lee, my boss had told me how it haunted him that he’d failed to find Levi Rebik, the teenager who’d gone missing the night they saved Kelly and Jen. I was aware of his continued efforts to find Levi and the toll it took on not only Lee, but Rylan and all of the men who were on the helicopter that night.

That’s why I tried not to complain when the hacker and ex-cop from New York found Levi, and Lee had rallied the troops to go rescue him from whatever danger he’d gotten dragged into.

But it was hard. Rylan had already gotten shot at, and that was just chasing down a single asshole who ended up not having much to do with the teen’s disappearance at all. Now, Rylan was going on a covert mission in another state. I’d seen the cases of weapons they’d loaded into their vehicles before they left for the airport. No matter how many times Rylan promised me he’d be safe, I had a sinking feeling something was going to go wrong.

That’s why, when a knock sounded on my apartment door in the middle of the night, I’d jumped out of bed and raced to answer it before my brain had processed that Rylan had a key and wouldn’t have needed to knock. Not finding him on the other side of the door left my tired brain reeling.