Master No (Masters and Mercenaries, #9)(118)

“I want to marry you and have kids with you. I don’t know if I’ll be a good father, but I want to try, Faith. I know what I want to name our first kid. Girl or boy.”

She closed her eyes briefly and when she opened them, they were practically glowing. “James. Jamie. Yes, I think that would be perfect.”

New life would honor the brother he’d lost. Not taking more. He finally got that. He finally understood that in order to really love someone, he had to make himself vulnerable.

He could be vulnerable to Faith because she was his home, his heart, all the good things he could do in life.

“Take me for once. I want to watch you take me.” He eased her down, his eyes taking in every inch of her body and the way she moved. She was a sensuous thing, comfortable in her own skin in a way he would never be. Another thing to love about her.

It had been forever since he’d given a woman the power position. Years had gone by and he’d never allowed a woman to be above him, to have a chance to hurt him again.

He’d prepped himself to get through it, but now that she was smiling down at him, there was no trepidation. There wasn’t an ounce of fear. This was Faith and she would never harm him, even when he deserved it. She came to him with open arms.

He would protect this woman to his dying day.

She took his cock in hand and everything fell away. There were parts of his body that ached, but he welcomed the pain because it meant he was alive.

“Do you want a condom? We don’t need it. I take a shot and I’m going to be perfectly faithful to you,” she offered.

He smiled. Nothing between them. One day when they were ready, there wouldn’t even be that chemical barrier between them. He reached up and touched her face, brushing back her silky hair. “I’m clean and I’m never touching another woman for as long as I live. You’re my end game, Faith.”

He’d thought it would be something else. An early grave. She was a surprise, a gift he’d been given. He would take her. He might not deserve her, but he would become the kind of man she needed. He would be the brother his sister needed, the brother his friends wanted. Even if that meant taking a punch in the face from Tag.

Faith began to lower herself onto his cock. Pure heat raked over his body. This was what he’d needed since the day he’d met her. This was beyond sex. He hadn’t realized it, but he’d been searching for it all of his life. Communion. Intimacy. Love.

So tight. She was tight and perfect and she knew how to draw the damn moment out. His girl took him in little passes, gaining ground and then retreating, tempting and teasing him. He watched, not giving in to the urge to take over. This was Faith’s show. They had a lifetime to play, but this was a sacred act for him. Giving himself to her. Trusting her.

She sighed as she finally settled on his cock, every inch of his dick buried deep in her body. She clenched around him, making him bite back a moan.

“Are you all right?” Faith looked down at him.

She was a f*cking goddess with her hair spilling over her shoulders and brushing her collarbones. Her hair pointed the way to her breasts. He couldn’t help himself. He reached out for them. Round and perfectly sized for his hands, he was drawn to them. When he got her home and kept her naked, those breasts would always be ready for his mouth.

“I told you what would happen if you treated me like an invalid. Lean forward.”

She bit her bottom lip but did as he asked, and he finally got that sweet treat in his mouth. He licked one nipple, aware always of the connection of their bodies. His cock was pulsing, begging to be set free, but he wanted the moment to last. He sucked her nipple into his mouth, loving the way she tightened around him. A little nipple torture was definitely on the agenda for his hot doc. While he sucked one nipple deep into his mouth, he pinched down hard on the other one. Sure enough, her * clenched around his cock. She needed this play and he needed to give her everything.

With gentle care he bit down on the nipple in his mouth while thrusting his hips up. Faith gasped and started to move against him. “Yes. That feels so good, Master. Give me more.”

He would give her everything. He switched nipples, moving to soothe the pinched one with his tongue while he squeezed the other tight.

Her body practically vibrated over his. She whimpered and squirmed, every movement delighting his cock. She’d already come for him, but he could feel her body getting ready to go off again. This time, he meant to be with her.

He let go of her nipple and eased her back up. Those sweet pebbles were now red as raspberries, and her skin was perfectly flush with arousal again. She wasn’t doing her duty now. She wasn’t pleasing him because he’d pleasured her. She wanted an orgasm and she would fight for it. That was what he wanted.

He smacked her juicy ass, the sound further enflaming his senses. “Ride me. Take me hard.”

Her head fell back as she began to move. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. He watched as she started to bounce up and down on his cock. So much heat. So much f*cking friction. She moved gracefully, her * sucking at him, drawing him back in again and again. He watched as her tits bounced, the sight causing him to reach for them again. He cupped her breasts as she worked over him. So gorgeous.

He let his hands skim her body down from her breasts to the curves of her hips. He wasn’t going to last much longer. She was too hot, too perfect, and he could feel every inch of her * milking his cock. He slammed up into her, his hands pulling down as he ground up. He let his right hand find the spot where they were joined. The pad of his thumb rubbed over her clit as he started to f*ck her with a furious intensity.