Page 41 of Viper

That didn’t scare him. Matter of fact, the opposite scared him more. Not having her. Not waking up to her. The thought of her with another man or the thought of himself with another woman.

That shit made him sicker.

But the thought of telling his best friend he was banging his sister? That made him want to hurl himself out a fucking window.

Or Atlas would do it for him. Either way, he’d end up with his brains splattered on the concrete below.

Paige pulled his length from her mouth and trailed her tongue along the width of him.

“That’s one helluva way to wake up, beautiful.”

“I figured it was the only way to convince you I’d gotten enough rest,” she countered triumphantly.

He laughed. “Point taken.”

He tightened his grip on her hair just enough to stop her from going back to sucking him off. “Come here,” he murmured.

Without hesitation, she let go of his hungry dick and spread out on top of his chest. She fit him more perfectly than the sheet.

She grinned at him mischievously. “If you tell me to go back to sleep, I’m going to hurt you.”

He moved his fingers from her scalp to rest on the smooth, dainty line of her jaw. “Not going to do that. But do you really feel okay?”

“I slept like a baby. I feel fantastic.” The color in her cheeks told him she spoke the truth.

She wiggled her hips for emphasis and he stifled a groan. Pulling her closer, he sealed his lips over hers. Her hands swept around his neck to rest between the pillow and him.

Her slit dragged over his shaft and his consciousness fucking flickered. He moved his fingers to the crevice of her ass. She tensed, but he slid downward to touch her wet cunt from behind.

“Ah, my god,” she breathed.

He stirred his fingers around her opening, spreading her juices and making sure she was good and ready. She slipped her hand between their bodies, grabbed his cock, and lowered herself down.

Her heat encompassed him. His body jolted and the air left his lungs as if he’d been ripped from life support.

She took in the rest of his length slowly, easing her hips to settle on his thighs. A guttural sound erupted from her throat.

He wrapped his hands around her waist, stilling her. “You okay?”

She met his stare, her teeth piercing her bottom lip and her eyes heavy lidded. Her cheeks were stained with color and her perfect nipples hard. He brought his thumbs to the irresistible nubs while he waited for her reply.

“You’re even bigger than I expected.” A shy smile played at her lips.

“I think you’re just so goddamn tight—” He hissed the last word through his teeth as she dragged herself up and sank back down, choking his cock at the same time.

Christ, he hadn’t lied. She was tighter than a vise. If he didn’t pace himself, they wouldn’t make it five more thrusts. Her tongue touched his and his resolve teetered. She lifted herself again, rising right to his tip. She was so slick and hot. Just what he needed.

Shock hit him like a bolt of lightning.

He grasped her thighs and stopped her from another plunge. “I’m not wearing a condom.”

Her mouth trailed along his jaw and she stopped near his ear, her tongue flicking out to lick his lobe. “I know.”

Not a hint of regret lined her sexy, husky voice. Goddammit to hell and back he wasn’t Superman. He couldn’t pull out once he was in. Not without a strength he didn’t possess.

“Honey, what are you trying to do to me?”

“Mmm,” she murmured, jerking her hips down hard enough to lose his grip. She cried out against his ear, her breath warm and her moan pitched.