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The drive back into the city was silent.
She rolled her suitcase into the hotel room they’d booked—just one this time. The door clicked shut as she approached the king-sized bed. She stripped off her clothes and left them in a pile on the floor before she turned to face him. “Get naked.”
She needed to feel something besides this pain. Needed a little bit of his magic touch. Wanted to feel loved for just a little while, even if it was pretend.
Link hesitated, guilt in his eyes eating away at him.
“Please?” The plea rose from the deepest depths of her soul. Please love me. Please see me.
Link’s eyes darkened. He removed his clothing until nothing lay between them but air saturated with sandalwood, fir, and arousal. She lay on the bed as he followed, climbing on top of her. They fused their mouths together as the first bursts of color painted her world. His tongue teased the seam of her lips. She parted her mouth, letting him inside—like she had any other choice. She was utterly powerless to this man. He owned her heart, soul, and body—and he didn’t even know it. All she could do was give him everything and hope he didn’t destroy her in the end.
Rough hands slid over her body gently, exploring. This time, he seemed to take care, treating her like she was precious—laving at her breasts, worshipping between her thighs, bringing her to the brink of pleasure. He built the pressure in her womb until her body burned brighter than the sun. Liquid lust shot through her veins, tangling her in desire, drowning out the grief. Their mingling breaths became pants. Their murmurs became moans and groans of pleasure.
He pulled away only to grab a condom, sheathing himself before he slid the first inch into her pussy.
“Look at me, little bird.”
A flush crept over her cheeks, burning in her chest, at the endearment. Her gaze met his as he lowered his weight over her.
“I want to see you when you come. Keep your eyes on me.”
Emma obeyed as he thrust into her, stealing her breath.
His brows drew together. Sweat beaded on his forehead. “God, you feel so fucking good. So wet and tight. All for me.”
“Yes. It’s yours. I’m yours.” She uttered the words in the throes of pleasure as he rocked her body back and forth, sending ripples and shivers of ecstasy coursing through her. Her need coiled tight, threatening to snap. He drove his hips slow, steady, and hard, drawing out her pleasure in exquisite torture. Skin slapped against skin. His abs flexed with each powerful thrust. His back muscles bunched under her hands. He palmed her thighs that were wrapped tightly around him to her ass, squeezing tight.
Pushing his hand between them, he rubbed her throbbing clit and sent an avalanche of overwhelming sensation crashing over her as the first orgasm splintered through her body with a vengeance.
The hold of his gaze never wavered from hers. “That’s it, little bird. Fly free.”
“Link!”
He rubbed his mouth against her sensitive lips, the gentleness a contrast to the rough force of his cock. Link moved his hand away and drove into her harder. Her body clenched around his, holding on as if her life depended on it, completely powerless to do anything but experience the ruthless pleasure as if she were in a trance.
He growled her name, his muscles locking up as his forehead pinched in focused bliss. Link leaned in, kissing her nose, her forehead, both cheeks, and then her lips. Her heart fluttered, hope sparking.
Maybe he did see her after all.
23
Link
Link nursed his second beer at the hotel bar. Flipping through the messages on his phone, he checked in with Reese to make sure everything was okay at the shop.
Reese: All good here. Marissa has your accounting up to date.
Link: Can’t thank you enough, man.
Reese: I’d do anything for you, bro.
Link’s chest squeezed. He’d been at the shop since he was a toddler, but Reese hadn’t been that far behind him. Reese had gotten caught stealing at the general store while Solomon shopped, and his dad had talked the owner into letting him work it off. After Reese had finished at the store, Solomon had brought him to the shop, giving both him and his dad work until his dad eventually ended up in prison, leaving Reese’s mom to raise him and his brother alone. Reese stayed at the shop. He became part of their family—misfits who fit together.
Maybe it wasn’t just Emma that Papa had a soft spot for.
His father had been a good man—the best. A single father, taking on a young girl and other strays who needed a helping hand, or just someone to believe in them. He’d have given a stranger the shirt off his back.
I miss you, Papa.
