Hold (Gentry Boys, #5)(7)
I said nothing. I unlinked my hands, seized her curvy hips and pushed my throbbing cock inside of her with enough force to make her throw her head back with a curse and a moan while her fingernails dug into my chest. But her body told the story about how she loved it. I didn’t marry this girl because she was the hottest piece of ass on the planet but the fact sure was a rich bonus.
“Hard,” I whispered, pushing her in a fast, grinding rhythm that she quickly caught. I watched her getting close while I met every move with a rough thrust that ended with my ass slapping against the kitchen floor. She came loudly and with an abrupt force that clenched around my cock like a vice.
“Creed,” she gasped because she wasn’t even done letting the spasms subside when I bolted upright, my hands supporting her body, getting to my feet while my cock was still buried deep inside her. We locked eyes while she was still wrapped around my waist and I carried her to the bedroom like that, the same way I’d done on countless occasions.
“Don’t,” I warned when she reached for the light switch like she meant to turn it off.
She gave me a teasing grin. “Just messing with you.”
I always liked to f*ck with the lights on. Tonight was no exception.
Once I got her on the bed I pulled out and moved her so she was face down with her ass in the air. I slid easily back inside of her where I belonged and f*cked her bold and steady as a king. After all, she was my queen.
“You’ll do it?” she gasped as another climax shook her.
“No stopping me,” I growled and grabbed her hips to get her body arched in a way that would get me as deep as possible because the dam was indeed about to f*cking crack.
And when it did, holy hell, it rocked both of us to the core. We caught our breath in a tangled heap of sex until Truly prodded me to sit up. I helped her unlace the corset and then held her close while she snuggled into my chest.
“You smell like smoke,” she said and planted a series of soft kisses along my collarbone. “Not that I’m complaining. It’s a sex smell.”
“Smoke?”
“Yes.”
“I also got splattered with some beer.”
“Another sex smell.”
Truly’s hand roamed around until her fingers found mine. Our hands automatically connected, our wedding bands briefly scraping against each other.
We didn’t talk about it. There wasn’t any need right now.
Last year Truly spent months consumed by temperatures and crazy charts that predicted biology. I’d already asked her to marry me and I knew how badly she wanted a family. The surprise was how much I wanted one too. Seeing my brother Cordero with his little daughters had pricked at a place in my heart that I had no idea existed. When we didn’t have any luck after six months Truly went to see her doctor, who laughed at her and told her to come back after we’d tried for a full year. She went home that day, tossed all her ovulation tools in the trash and announced that it wasn’t the right time after all. She wanted to concentrate on planning the wedding and on school for the time being. I didn’t argue with her. When Truly was just a teenager she’d gotten pregnant by her mother’s shithead boyfriend. She’d given up her baby girl and I knew she thought of that child often. It seemed to me she wanted to stop trying because she was afraid that she’d spent her first chance and wouldn’t get another one. But I didn’t question her. I wouldn’t do that.
When she told me last week that she was ready to try again I was glad to cooperate. We were in a good place. Married, with enough steady money flowing in for a nice life. I knew that one way or another we’d have our family.
“Creed?” Truly propped herself up on one elbow and gave me a serious look.
“Yeah, beautiful?”
She smiled. “I love you more than anything.”
I kissed the palm of her hand. “You should. I’m a hell of a catch.”
Her laughter was better than any music I was able to make. “Yes you are.”
I kissed her hand again, spoke in a low whisper. “My queen.”
Truly’s head dropped back to my chest and she let out another one of her happy noises that made everything inside of me swell with the certainty that I was in exactly the right place with exactly the right woman. I turned off the lamp and pulled a chenille throw blanket from a neighboring chair, covering her with it. Her breathing was already growing deep and even. She’d be asleep in a minute.
My mind, on the other hand, didn’t want to quit. It sorted through the day and ran through entire albums of music while my wife slipped into a peaceful rest on my shoulder.
I’ll probably never be a great man who does things people will remember. But I’ve become much more than I was ever supposed to be. Partly because of my brothers, and partly because of the woman asleep in my arms. A strange feeling of ferocity swept over me. Maybe it had something to do with having so much to lose. There was nothing I wouldn’t do to protect my right to return here every night.
“Nothing,” I whispered. The word hung in the darkness like a threat.
CHAPTER THREE
CHASE
She was late. And there would be hell to pay for it.
I took a long drink out of the bottle on the table beside me. I thrummed my fingers on the dark wood and checked my watch again. She said she’d be home by seven. It was now seven-fifteen. I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of a phone call though. She knew exactly what the f*ck was up.