A Dom is Forever (Masters and Mercenaries #3)(111)

She turned, her head tilting up. Sleepy, sexy eyes gazed up at him. “Be gentle, baby, but everything I have is yours.”

That got his cock really humming again. It swelled against the curve of her ass like it knew exactly where it wanted to go. “Let me dry you off, and we’ll go to the bed.” He kissed her nose. “I’m going to take care of you, you know? I’ll keep you safe.”

He was talking about so much more than the sex. He was talking about her life and her heart. She would be safe with him. Always.

Tears filled her eyes. “You’re safe with me, too.” She put a hand to his chest. “I’ll keep you safe.”

Her strength was quiet, but fierce. She would fight for him. It was what she did. She fought and she won. She’d taught him a whole new way to fight.

He turned the shower off and led her out, grabbing a towel. She was his to take care of. He hadn’t understood what it meant before. He wrapped her up and took his time drying her off. He lifted her arms, running the towel along every inch, making sure she was warm. All the while, he kissed her, his lips adoring her fingers and her elbows, her shoulders and her neck. He rubbed the towel along her hair, pushing it up so he could find that place on the back of her neck that made her shiver and shake. He ran his tongue along her spine and kissed the scars at the small of her back.

“Go and get on the bed. Wait for me.” He deepened his voice. This was the place where he was in control. In their bed, he was the Master. He’d always been Sir. Avery was the only one who would ever call him Master.

She winked at him. She’d come so far from the shy girl she’d been when he’d met her. “Yes, Master.”

She turned and walked away, that naughty wink letting him know that he only thought he was in control. He was really her slave, but he was going to take command tonight. In a little under an hour, they would be on the run, but he had a little time to show her how much she meant to him. Adam and Jake were watching the building. They were as safe as they could be. He could relax just a bit.

He would lose himself in her. He would forget all his suspicions. They didn’t matter now. They were in the past, and Avery was his future. Even if what his every instinct said was true became reality, it didn’t matter because he wasn’t defined by his brother. He was his own man, and he would claim his own family.

Blood was meaningful, but it didn’t necessarily make a family. Love and friendship made families, too.

And lubricant. Lube might not make a family, but damn, it was going to make it so much easier for him to f*ck his wife’s tight little hole. He grabbed the lube and walked out of the bathroom. He had to be Lee again, if only for a little while. He slipped back into the American accent he would likely use very little after this day. He’d hidden behind it for years, but he wanted to be himself again. He’d finally figured out that he could take what was good about the past, chuck the rest, and move on.

And his almost wife seemed to find his Irish accent sexy. Yeah, he was keeping that part.

“Avery, I think we’ll start on your knees.”

She frowned a little at the sound of his American voice. Her lower lip came out in an adorable pout. Such a brat. He shook his head and gestured around the room to remind her that Molina was listening in and now knew his plan to take Liam out hadn’t worked. Had “Thomas Molina” figured out who he was, yet? Liam rather doubted it. He’d been damn careful to keep his face off cameras, and there had been no mention of who he was when Molina’s thugs had tried to kill him.

Avery nodded and sank to her knees, holding on to the bed for support. Somehow her lack of grace made his heart do funny things. He’d had subs kneel before him, their lean bodies a model of perfection and control. Avery’s body struggled, but somehow it made her submission more meaningful.

He put a hand on her head. Soft hair, warm skin. Home.

“Touch me, love. I want you to put your hands and mouth on me. Get me hard so I can f*ck your ass.”

Her eyes widened slightly as she took in the sight of his cock. “Really? You need to get harder?”

He was painfully hard again. He should smack her saucy backside for the sarcasm, but all he could do was smile. “It’s a game. Play with me.”

Her tongue came out, touching the tip of his dick. Heat shot through him. Fuck all, he loved her mouth. She sucked him inside, just the head. Soft suction pulled at his cock head while her hand rolled his balls.

“More. I want more.” He fisted his hand in her hair and pulled gently, feeding her his length. Her tongue whirled around, rolling over his flesh. Yeah, he could get harder. It seemed impossible, but every lash of her tongue made his dick swell.

“I love how you taste,” she said before sucking him down again.

“Back at you, baby. You taste so good to me. You’re like the best pie I ever had.”

She stopped, looking up at him. “Pie? Really? I’m so stupid. That’s what they meant by pie. Jake and Adam. Ewww.”

He wasn’t about to take the time to figure out what she meant by that. He didn’t even want to think about Jake and Adam right then. “Back to work or you’ll get punished again.”

She settled in to her task with a sexy smile, those lips of hers opening up to swallow him. She gripped the shaft of his cock and let her hand glide over it. Teaching her how to suck cock was one of the best things he’d ever done. She’d been so shy at first, and watching her bloom over the last week made him feel ten feet tall. This wasn’t the same woman he’d made love to that first night. This woman gave pleasure with the assurance of a lover who knew she would get it all handed back to her.