Luck of the Devil (The Forge Trilogy #2)(45)

Indy’s pussy is already tight as fuck, but when I tell her to ride me, her inner muscles clamp tight. How the fuck is she so goddamned perfect for me? Right down to the part where she gets turned on when I take control?

With my help, she rises on her knees, letting the warm water lap against my dick, before dropping to take me balls deep. It’s the most incredible torture I’ve ever felt. Slow and steady, she fucks me as the water splashes around us.

I’m surrounded by everything India, and I fucking love it. Maybe too much.

I shouldn’t be taking her without a condom. We both know the risks. But maybe some small part of me is hoping if she gets pregnant, then I can keep her beyond the terms of the deal.

Either way, if she wanted me as badly as I wanted her, bare inside her, with nothing between us, I would never say no. My instincts roar with raw, primal need, declaring that this is the way it was always meant to be.

Piece by piece, I’ve started to figure her out, and the intricate and fascinating puzzle that is my wife is coming into focus. I still don’t know what she wants from me, if anything.

Would she ever consider changing the terms of the deal and bargaining away her thirty-day deadline? Could I negotiate my way into her giving me a chance to make this real? It doesn’t matter if it’s thirty, three hundred, or three thousand days—no finite amount of time will satisfy me. I want more from her.

With that realization firmly in place, I grip her hips and torture myself with her slow, steady strokes. She whimpers, and I lift her up and off my cock.

“You need more to come. Turn around and grab the edge of the tub. I’ll give you exactly what you need.”

She rises on unsteady legs, and I circle her waist to hold her ass right in front of my face.

I press a kiss to one cheek and then the other. “Every part of you is so fucking beautiful. Someday, I’m going to take that tight little ass and make you come harder than you ever have before.”

She shivers, and I release her so she can reach for the edge of the tub as I stand. Her tits hang in front of her, and I cover her back with my chest so I can reach around and play with her nipples.

“Please . . .”

The plea blasts into me, and I can’t wait any longer. No more teasing. I need to be buried inside her again.

“Hold on tight.”

With one hand, I grab my cock and center it on her entrance. As soon as I get a kiss of the heat of her pussy, I slam inside. Indy moans as her muscles squeeze my dick even harder.

“Oh my God,” she whispers. “More. I need—”

My fingers splay over her pussy. “I know what you need.”

I pull back and tunnel inside, over and over as I strum her clit. Water splashes everywhere, and I don’t give a single fuck about the mess we’re making. All I care about is every whimper and plea coming from her lips.

She’s fucking amazing as she pushes back against my strokes, taking me deeper and harder. Her inner walls flutter and then lock down on my dick, trying to hold me captive as she comes.

I take her faster, increasing my pace, stretching out her orgasm as mine threatens to shoot down my spine like lightning and erupts from my balls.

I’m not ready for this to end. I keep fucking her over and over until unintelligible sounds come from her mouth and she comes again.

Only then do I pull out and grip my cock as rope after rope of my cum covers her ass.

I stagger backward, my knees weak, and drop into the water once more. My heart thunders like I swam from here to the shores of Ibiza. Indy’s legs wobble, and I reach out to steady her and guide her back down into the water against me.

“I got you.”

I press a palm over her chest, and her heart pounds as hard as mine. When the beats slow into a normal rhythm, she releases a long breath.

“I guess you really did know what I needed.” She turns her head to look at me over her shoulder like she did earlier, and this time, there’s a lazy, satisfied expression on her face. “Thank you.”

When she leans toward me and presses a kiss to my lips, I know that there’s absolutely nothing I wouldn’t do to keep this woman in my life.





46





India





My phone chimes in my purse on the nightstand, and I roll over. The first thing I notice is that there’s no solid mass of body heat beside me. Despite the twinging soreness between my legs reminding me of last night, I miss his presence.

Yesterday morning started out with exactly the right kind of bang, and I wouldn’t mind repeating it.

Regardless, it doesn’t matter because Jericho is gone.

I sit up in bed and reach for my black Valentino clutch on the nightstand. Instead of seeing a text from Summer or Alanna, like I expected, there’s one from an unknown number. The calm I woke up feeling drains away like the water in the bathtub as I unlock the phone to read it.



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Your invitation is official. I’ll see you in Prague. I’ll bring my five million.



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My first thought is How the hell did Belevich get my number? It’s quickly followed by the second question in my brain . . . Do I really want to go?

After everything that’s happened, I know it’s a risk. But pieces of the puzzle are still missing, and no one is going to bring them to me. I have to go find them.