Page 131 of Edge of Midnight


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Predictably, his smile faded. “Oh, God. Don’t jinx me, babe.”

“Why are you so twitchy about that?” she asked crabbily. “I couldn’t imagine a guy more protective or vigilant or heroic than you.”

“My father was, too,” he said. “But my mom wasn’t safe with him.”

She waited for a long moment. “Tell me,” she prompted.

“It’s not like he hit her, or anything like that,” Sean said. “Dad would sooner have drowned himself than hit a woman. She was everything to him. But he fucked up. Kept her up there in the mountains, pregnant, in the winter. Impassable roads. She paid the price.”

Tears stung her eyes. She blinked them away. “That’s terribly sad, but I don’t see what that has to do with us,” she said cautiously.

“Look at us, Liv. I’m doing the same thing to you that my dad did to her. I whisked you away, hid you, decided I’m the only one on earth who can keep you safe. Where have I heard this song before?”

She shook her head. “No. It’s not like that.”

He shrugged. “I’m scared shitless those bastards will get you if you go back to your folks. I don’t think the cops have the resources to protect you, either. They’re spread too thin to intercept anybody as focused as T-Rex. That’s my gut instinct, but I can’t trust it completely. Not after watching what happened to my dad.”

“You put all the responsibility for what happened on your dad,” she said. “What about your mom? Did she have any opinions?”

His shrug was eloquent. “You didn’t know my dad.”

“No, but I know you. Besides, you’re my responsibility now, too.”

His eyes widened. “Hell of a responsibility. Ask my brothers.”

“High maintenance,” she teased. “Like a Ferrari. Or a fighter jet.”

“Speaking of high maintenance…” He leaned forward, and grasped her hips, pulling until she straddled him. He prodded the head of his penis against her, and let her sink down, enveloping him. “I’ve got a part that needs some focused attention.”

She wiggled in his grasp, giggling. “But I’m exhausted.”

“So rest.” A lazy grin made his dimple deepen. “You don’t have to do a thing. But if we’re going to lie around reminiscing and telling secrets, I’d just as soon do it with my cock shoved way up inside you.”

She wiggled around him. “You can converse in this condition?”

“Best condition there is. Hugged and kissed by the princess’s tight, cushy pussy. I can’t believe how good it feels.”

“I can’t think a coherent thought,” she confessed, shivering.

“So don’t think.” Sean jerked her down so her breasts dangled in his face. Her hair created a mysterious perfumed veil around them. He blew a lock of hair out of his mouth. “This is all your fault, you know.”

She giggled at his hot, tickling mouth. “Oh, yeah? How is that?”

“You keep saying sweet things to me.” He suckled her nipple into his mouth, swirling and pulling. “Makes my dick hard.”

“Get real. You get equally hard when I scream and pound on you.”

He pondered that. “Well, hell. That’s true,” he said, in a tone of mock discovery. “I’ll be damned. That’s remarkable. Angle yourself so your clit’s rubbing up against my…yeah. Just like that. Perfect. Ah.”

She gave in, moving over him, stretched taut between two poles of melting pleasure, the greedy suckling of his mouth against her breasts, and his thick phallus massaging inside her, with that slow, skillful glide and plunge. Her hair fanned out in floating clouds of suds. There was no sounds but the lap and splash and slosh of the water, the wet sounds of his suckling mouth against her, her gasping breaths.

The climax was long, and liquid, and endlessly lovely.

When her eyes fluttered open, he pulled her up and out of the tub, scooped her up into his arms. She clutched his shoulders with a squeak. She just couldn’t get used to this being swept up routine.

He carried her into the other room and laid her down on the rumpled bed, dripping wet. He spread her legs, smoothed the clinging wet hair back off her face. “I want to fill you up with my come.”

She tried to speak. The jerky hiccups were shaking her apart.

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