Cherished (Masters and Mercenaries #7.5)(42)

“I don’t know if I like it.” Her hands were fisted around the sheets, her body taut.

He needed to relax her. Her ass might be ready but she was still thinking. He could practically hear her brain whirling. She never stopped unless he blotted out everything else for her.

“Hold tight to that plug. Concentrate and don’t lose it.”

“Why? What are you going to do?”

“This.” He flipped her over as fast as he could so she was face up.

Her eyes narrowed as she seemed to take inventory. “Okay. I managed to keep the damn thing in. Will, I don’t know that this is going to work. It’s not like I haven’t tried it before. I don’t know that I like it. It feels like a whole lot of pressure.”

She would keep talking until he made her stop. Bridget could talk for hours. But he’d found one sure way to stop the barrage of words that came out when she was anxious. He leaned over and started to suck on her clit.

“Oh. Oh. Oh.”

Yes, that was so much better than her giving him all the reasons she wouldn’t like anal. He knew damn well why she hadn’t liked it before. Her previous lovers had been shitty. For a woman who wrote about sex, she hadn’t had a lot of good f*cking.

At least he could give her that.

Damn he was a selfish bastard, but he couldn’t leave her. He couldn’t.

She shook as she came, and that was his cue to take what he wanted.

He spread her legs wide and pulled the plug free, stopping only long enough to lube up his cock. He was hard as a rock in anticipation of getting inside her again. He wanted to f*ck her everywhere, any hole he could fit his dick in. Sex had always been an itch to scratch, but it was more with Bridget. Being with Bridget filled him in some unnamed way.

He pressed his cock to her * and started working his way in.

Bridget groaned. “You’re a manipulative man, you know that, right? Now I can’t tense up. I still don’t think I’ll like it.”

Her body was languid under his, the orgasm doing exactly what he’d wanted it to do. She was relaxed and happy and willing to see where he would take her. She lay open to him. It was the only time she was truly submissive. And oddly, when he had her like this, he felt like he’d finally earned it.

He pressed his cockhead past the tight ring of muscles protecting her. Fuck. So tight. She was tight around him, and the heat was different than her *. It wasn’t better, simply different. But he had to admit, he loved the way she started to squirm under him.

“You’re too big.” She bit her bottom lip, her eyes still lazy from her recent orgasm. “Oh, Will. I don’t know. Oh, that feels…give me more.”

He pressed in ruthlessly, his cock in a state of desperation. He fed his length deep inside as she spread her legs and moved her hips as though she couldn’t wait for more. “You don’t seem uncomfortable, sweetheart.”

“You know I am and, oh, it feels different.”

Because she’d been properly prepared and he’d trained her to expect pleasure from him. Because he never took and gave nothing back. “I want you to love this.”

“I love you.” Her hands found his backside, and he groaned as she sunk her nails in.

“I need you.” It was the closest he could come, but it was also the truth. She was rapidly becoming necessary to him in a way he’d never imagined.

He dragged his cock back out almost to the end. Bridget gasped, her * clenching around him, trying to keep him inside now.

He let go because she was on the edge, too. He could see it in her breathing, the way her mouth had come open, how her hips moved in time with his. He f*cked her ass hard, and she gave as good as she got. Over and over he worked his way in and then pulled out.

Bridget damn near screamed the plane out of the sky when she came. He adored the fact that she didn’t know how to hold back. She let herself feel, let him know how she felt.

And she was happy, so that meant he could be happy, too. He gave over as his balls shot off. He stiffened above her, coming until he had nothing left to give her, pumping his semen deep inside.

He pulled out and rolled to the side, his body immediately nestling against hers.

“That did not suck, Daley.”

He grinned and pulled her close. Nope. It definitely hadn’t sucked.





Chapter Nine





Bridget waved to her sister as they entered the beautifully decorated private lanai overlooking the ocean. She hadn’t seen her sister in months, but Amy looked lovely in a Chanel dress Bridget was fairly certain she couldn’t fit her left butt cheek into and sky-high Louboutins. Still, she let it go since she’d gotten some sleep and Will seemed determined to prove that he could get it up and get it on at least once an hour. Her whole body felt pleasantly sore as she walked toward her sister.

All in all, she felt halfway decent for a woman stepping into the ninth ring of Hell. Will’s hand tangled with hers and when she looked up at him, he gave her a wink.

“It’s going to be okay. Is that your father?” He nodded toward a fit older man who seemed to be holding court across the pool.

“Yep. And look, Mom’s already in a state of blessed boredom.” Her mother sat at a table with an equally bored looking friend. They were both sipping champagne and shaking their heads at anyone who walked by. “Mother believes in never having a facial expression. Botox was her salvation.”