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He pokes my G spot and sucks my clit, and I’m spiraling upward again.
Up I go, as all the energy in the universe inhabits my body, flows through my cells, in my bloodstream, to my clit.
“There you go, baby. So freaking gorgeous.”
Again I begin to flow downward, and again he pushes me higher. Propels me to the top of the highest mountain in Colorado.
Currents spark through me, flames engulf me, and I swear to God my skin is on fire.
It’s good fire. The fire that calms my nerves and burns all the horrid out of the world.
For this moment—this one amazing moment—I’m whole.
Whole…and at peace.
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BUCK
I could eat her forever. Her tart taste, her sweet cries, her beautiful flesh beneath my mouth.
I burrow into her, letting her coat my face, the stubble on my chin, where I know I’ll smell her later.
I want her smell surrounding me, a part of me, because…
Because I’m fucking in love with this woman.
I can’t even believe it. She’s no more ready for love than I am, and it’s most likely the farthest thing from her mind. I don’t want to scare her, so I must keep these feelings to myself.
But my God, I love Aspen. I love her so damned much.
I continue eating her, throwing myself into her, forcing one more finger into her tight heat.
Three fingers deep now, and she comes again, pulsing around my face.
Everything about her… The scars as well as the beauty. Fuck, they add to her beauty. She is who she is because of the scars, and I love every part of her.
One more orgasm… I’m going to pull one more orgasm out of her before I—
“Buck, no! Please… Can’t take it… No more…”
“Yes, you can,” I say.
And I massage that G spot with just the right amount of pressure.
She rises, circles her hips, grinds against my face.
And her pussy pulses, those beautiful contractions that slather my face with cream.
Yes, yes. Yes, my love. Come for me.
I munch on her, slide my tongue through those amazing folds, and just when I know she’s about to come down—
I climb forward and thrust inside her.
I’ve come home.
Home at last. Free at last.
Embedded in the woman I love.
No more pain.
No more blood.
No more ghosts of the past.
It’s only me. It’s only Aspen. Aspen and me. Aspen and me and our love.
Because she will love me back. I’ll make it happen. She has to.
I will never let this woman go.
I pull out and thrust back in.
Again, again, again.
Within another moment, I’m releasing…
Releasing into the beauty of this woman, into her heart and into her soul…
I’m alive.
I’m alive as the pleasure and intensity shatters through me.
I’m alive.
For the first time in a long fucking time.
I stay inside her for a timeless moment. Her arms are wrapped around me, her nose buried in my neck.
And then…
A choking sob.
I pull away. “Baby?”
“I’m fine.”
“You’re crying.”
“It’s… It’s a good cry.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. I just feel so…”
Complete? Sated? Loved?
I don’t volunteer any of those words. She has to come to the conclusion herself.
“So… I don’t know.”
“But it’s a good feeling?”
“God yes, Buck. It’s a very good feeling.”
I pull her close to me. “I understand.” I kiss the top of her head, push her hair out of her eyes.
“I never thought I could feel this way again,” Aspen says. “In fact…”
“Yeah?”
“I’ve never felt this way. I never knew it could be like…like this.”
“I understand, baby.” I kiss her forehead. “God knows I understand.”
My phone alarm rings at seven the next morning. I wake up, not sure where I left my phone, and then I remember. It’s in the pocket of my jeans which are somewhere on the floor.
The bed seems different as I exit, but I don’t give it any thought until I get to my phone and turn off the alarm.
Then I look toward the bed, to see my Aspen—
I gasp.
Aspen’s not there.
She’s probably just in the other room. I go through the adjoining doors and listen for the shower. “Aspen?”
Already I know.
She’s gone.
I grab my phone again. She probably texted me.
But she didn’t.
Then my gaze drops to the floor.
Her purse.
Her purse is on the floor.
And her phone is in her purse.
She would not have left without her purse and her phone.
This is unreal.
I’m a fucking Navy SEAL. I am not a heavy sleeper. No one could’ve gotten her out of here without waking me.
I run quickly to the mirror, check my neck. Nope. No syringe marks. I haven’t been drugged.
This is impossible.
What could’ve happened?
I have to call the Wolfes. I have no choice. That certainly doesn’t bode well for my security guard abilities.
But they have the resources that I don’t.
Or—
Maybe I don’t have to call them.
There is someone else I can call.
Someone I never wanted to see again, but someone who promised me anything, and someone who has connections that I don’t.
