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“Angel.” He tenderly caresses my cheek. “You have no idea what I’m capable of, especially when I have you as inspiration.” He pulls my leg up over his hip and pushes inside me, groaning, “Fuck. Tell me we don’t need a condom.”
“I’m on the pill. I’m clean.” I don’t think this is the right time to tell him Austin hasn’t entered my pussy in months. He preferred my ass, which he made abundantly clear the last time we were together. Plus, he always used a condom with ass play.
“Hey.” Gabriel kisses my neck. “Don’t think about him. He has no place here between us.”
I nod, unable to find my voice.
“I’m clean. We get tested every month, but you know that.”
I do. Testing is required for all of Black Ops’ fighters.
“I’ve nevernotused a condom, Frankie.” His sincerity touches me in a way that’s surprising—he’s surprising.
“Then prove your point.” I move under him, loving the weight of his body on mine, his strength and power, all focused on me.
He chuckles. “Remember you said that.” He drills in deep. “Fuuuck, you feel good.” He sits back, pulling my legs over his thighs, my ass and lower back off the bed, gripping my hips, and sinks in again and again. His head falls back. “So fucking good,” he groans to the heavens like a prayer.
His pleasure sends tingles through my body, and I clench around him.
“You like that?” He brings his thumbs closer, separating my folds, edging my clit, watching the whole time.
“Yes,” I hiss, wanting more, but too lost in his enjoyment to demand it.
He thrusts, then grinds. One thumb rubs my clit as the other hand squeezes and teases my breasts. “I’ve neglected these.” He pinches my nipple, and I cry out. “Yeah, I’m gonna have to play with these more next time.”
Next time.I love that he plans on there being one.
I grip his arms for leverage, trying to keep up with his thrusts, and lose myself in his movements, his touch, his dirty words of praise. I feel like a goddess in his hands. Like I could do no wrong. Like I could have no better body. Like I couldn’t be a better lover. All of which I know are not true, but for the moment, in his eyes, I am all of those things.
We come like rolling thunder, our ecstasy reverberating off the walls, our bodies mere vessels for the bounty of our joining—like the universe becoming one.
He was right.
And I’ll gladly let him prove it anytime.
SOMEWHERE BETWEEN ROUND THREE AND THEsun rising, I get her to talk to me. Tell me what Austin said, what he did. The intimacy of our bodies broke the emotional barrier we’ve spent years erecting between us.
Perched on my elbow, hovering over her, I rub the spot on her neck where his thumb left a bruise. “I’m sorry, Angel.” I want to suck on it until my mark covers his, but that’s a selfish move. She’s not a toy to be claimed. She’s a woman to be worshipped.
She traces the tattoo on my right bicep. It was my first and whyno mercywas my call sign and now part of my MMA name.
“Mercy is granted not earned,”she reads. Her thoughtful eyes meet mine. “Do you still believe that?”
“Yeah.” Now more than ever.
She nods her acceptance. “And this one?” She rolls to her side, pulling my hand that’s supporting my head to read the other bicep.“Loyal. Brave. True.”
I watch as she studies it, not asking, but pondering all the same. “It’s so you.” She smiles as I run my fingers through her hair.
“You think so?” I’m honored she sees it. It’s what I strive to be, and what I expect from others if they care to have any place in my life.
“Yep.” She pops thep. “Totally you.”
Pressing a kiss to her mouth, I lean back on the headboard, bringing her with me. “I think it’s you too.”
“Austin said I’m loyal to a fault.”
I prop her on my lap, covering us with the blanket. “He’s falling off the deep end. Don’t let his craziness change who you are.” I cradle her against my chest. “You love him. Loyalty is part of the package. Or, at least, it should be.”
