Arranged: An Array Series (Book #1)(83)

His whole cock filled me, and it was indescribable. The world was still in that moment; nothing else mattered, no problems lingered.

It was just the two of us.





Garrett





Chapter 30





The woman of my dreams was pushed up against me on my bedroom wall. If this was a dream, I’d kill the person who woke me up. Ava’s red hair cascaded around her shoulders as she writhed in the pleasure I was giving to her. And there would never be another man who would get the gratification of this. I already decided that Ava was mine. After tonight, I’d never be able to free myself from her. She was my addiction, and I didn’t want to be cured of it.

I strove to take my time, to make this moment something that she daydreamed about in the future, to take her to my bed and lavish every inch of her body with my mouth and tongue.

But not my Avie.

She wanted things differently, and she was far from any woman I’d ever been with. She wanted her first time to be different than every maiden who had been taken before.

I visualized Ava as my wife. The thought didn’t scare me as much anymore. She’d be fully mine—body and soul—and I wanted both. Forever.

“I hope your dazing has something to do with me and not anything else,” Ava whispered, her green eyes filled with lust.

“All my dazing is about you,” I admitted. I quickened my pace, my cock filling her. Her breathing quickened as her legs widened for me as I thrusted everything I had in her. Seeing her like this was something I wanted every day. The way she looked at me, like she couldn’t be with anyone else, flipped something in me.

Ava moaned deeply, her eyes closed, and I reached down to play with her clit. I was going to finish any moment, and I wanted her to come with me. On me. I wanted to ride this high together.

“Garr…” she whimpered. “I’m going to…oh goodness…Garr.”

“Let go, my love. I want to feel you finish on me.” She opened her eyes and looked at me. I continued to torment her clit as her pussy squeezed me like a vice, and she groaned loudly, her fingers digging into my flesh. I pulled out of her quickly, my seed spilling out onto the floor.

I slowly set her down, still holding her weight. She rested her cheek on my chest, her warm mouth pressing a kiss there.

“That was wonderful,” she muttered, and I kissed the top of her head. It was more than that. The strong urge to let her know how strongly I felt for her overwhelmed me. I’d never felt this type of need for a woman before. It scared the shit out of me.

Wrapping my arm around her, I led her over to the fireplace to sit on the sofa while I cleaned up. A twinge of fear escaped me when I turned around to her looking into the fire, deep in thought. I hoped she didn’t regret this. I didn’t know if my pride could handle it.

Fuck, I didn’t know if my feelings could handle it.

Walking over to her, I sat on the ground in front of her, wrapping my arm around her legs.

“Are you having second thoughts?” I blurted.

She looked at me with furrowed brows. “Are you?”

I shook my head, gazing into her eyes. “I’d never regret anything with you.”

“Then how could I, when that was the most magical thing imaginable,” she stated. She placed a hand on my arm.

“You’ll only feel that with me. No one else will connect like that; it’s something rare.” I rubbed the back of her calf. “I only want to do that with you.”

She leaned toward me and kissed me lightly, stirring my cock again. Her cheeks were flushed, red hair disheveled; she looked like a fallen goddess.

“You better only want to do that with me, Cranfield,” she jeered, smiling.

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“There are more attacks on the townspeople,” John briefed, as he threw a stack of papers on my desk; letters from my guards that I placed in the small town. “One of our men is dead, two are gravely injured.”

“Son of a bitch,” I murmured, rubbing my forehead. I skimmed the reports. A band of about twenty men burned down more homes, raped six more women, and their livestock was slaughtered.

“I found a select group of prostitutes who have agreed to Lady Ava’s plan about obtaining information. I’ve sent them out to the neighboring town, to see if we get a bite.”

“Good,” I replied, exhaling a breath. I couldn’t keep all these people safe. These criminals would more than likely go to the next village and do the same exact thing.

“We already have information.” He took a seat in front of my desk.

“What?”

“Last night, one of the woman said a man with a scar across his stomach spoke about a plan. He called it ‘a reign of terror’ that was going to be released against the throne.”

I groaned. “So, what do we do? Ask all the men in town to take off their shirts, so I can look for a scar?”

John rolled his eyes. “She also said he was younger, blond hair, very handsome.”

“Still not enough.”

“Looked like Reddington.”

I froze. That son of a bitch.

“Reddington? Find out where he was last night. Tell George I want to see him—now.”

“I’ll do that right away.”