Luck of the Devil (The Forge Trilogy #2)(30)

“I hope like fuck you’re awake and know what the hell you’re doing.” His voice is rough from sleep as his hold tightens on me, sending shivers through my body and peaking my nipples.

“And if I wasn’t?”

“You’d wake up to an entirely different type of alarm.” His cock pulls away and slips through the gap in my thighs. “Fuck, you’re already wet.”

With a sharp inhale, I bite down on my lip harder to keep from moaning. It feels so damn good. I know I shouldn’t tilt my hips just the right angle to nudge the head of his cock against my opening, but I can’t help it.

“Fuck, Ace . . .”

“Yes, fuck me. Right now.”

I don’t know what it is about this moment, but suddenly it feels like this is the most natural thing in the world to wake up with him curled around me, just before his thick shaft tunnels inside me.

I want it. I won’t apologize for it. I press down against him, and my breath catches as his girth stretches me wide.

Forge’s hands move, one covering my pussy and the other cupping my breast to roll my nipple between his finger and thumb. He groans as he bottoms out, and my head tips back.

His lips find my neck, and he presses a kiss against my skin. “So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs before he pulls back.

Each stroke takes me higher and higher, waking up every bit of my body in the most exquisite fashion. This isn’t like any of the other times. It’s somehow more intimate because we’re both moaning and groaning as we destroy each other.

My orgasm builds steadily, helped along by his clever fingers strumming my clit. It’s too much. I struggle to grab his wrist to pull it away, but his other hand pins me in place. I can’t escape from the blinding pleasure—I can only lie there, letting him give me everything I never knew I needed.

When my orgasm finally shatters me, I moan his name. “Jericho.”

As soon as the last syllable leaves my lips, it’s like I’ve flipped a switch, turning him into an insatiable beast.

He pulls me tighter against him and locks his arms around me, fucking into me with more force as I hurtle over the edge again. My head whips from side to side as his teeth scrape down my neck and dig into the hollow of my shoulder.

“Jericho!” I scream his name again as I lose every semblance of control.





31





Forge





When I pull free of her body, I realize what I just did. I didn’t wear a condom.

I’ve always worn a condom. Always. I never wanted to take a chance of giving someone a hold over me that I couldn’t escape. But with Indy, I didn’t think twice.

I already married her without a prenup. Why the fuck would I be worried about planting a kid inside her?

I’m not.

The bold reality of it shocks me to my core.

“I’ll get you a towel. Hold on,” I tell her as I roll out of bed. As soon as I hit the bathroom, I remember what the Russian said just before he left.

“We shall toast to the Federov line being continued, even if it has to be mixed with your American blood.”

Is that what I want? I’ve honestly never considered having kids. They’ve never been a dot on my plan for what the rest of my life looks like.

Suddenly, the possibility that I could have gotten Indy pregnant changes the picture drastically and permanently. What if I do want to leave a legacy behind? There’d be no mother as fierce as Indy. She’d shred anyone who tried to harm her child. She’d never abandon her child either.

I stare into the mirror at the man I’ve become. The black hair I inherited from my mother, too shaggy and in need of a cut that I can’t bother to find time for. Dark gray eyes from a father I never knew, eyes that question everything and cut through everyone I meet. A nose that hasn’t been broken since the first time Ruben hit me with a closed fist, and it never healed straight.

Beyond the brute staring back at me, I see the kid I was. The one who was willing to risk dying to have a chance at something better. Just like I’m willing to die for Isaac’s vengeance.

But the flame of revenge that usually burns so brightly is dimmed right now by the vision of a future I couldn’t imagine before this moment.

Can I have both? Or will I have to choose?

I owe Isaac everything for the life I live. That will never be in question.

I shove aside the vivid picture of the future I can’t allow myself to think about and tear my gaze away from the mirror. After cleaning myself, I yank a towel off the rack and dampen it with warm water, then stride back to the room and offer it to the woman in my bed.

My wife.

There’s also no question that she has changed everything. Is changing me. And I don’t know what the fuck I’m going to do about it.

Bright red hints of color appear on Indy’s cheeks as soon as I hand the towel to her. “Um, thanks.”

She looks away as she cleans up, and I know I should turn to give her privacy, but I don’t. I keep my gaze locked on her face.

When she finishes, she wraps the sheet around her, offering the towel back to me. I take it and continue to watch her in silence.

“I’m going to shower.”

“Are you on the pill?” The question comes out of nowhere, and I didn’t even know I intended to ask it.