Into the Storm (Signal Bend #3)(94)

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After the girls were asleep together on the fold-out sofa in the suite’s living room, Show jumped in the shower. Shannon pulled on a deep blue silk nightgown, with lace trim and slender straps that crisscrossed over a low back—sexy, but full length, in case of wayward children. She’d bought it at the mall, while Show had the girls off for a pit stop. She got into bed, thinking she’d read on her tablet, but her mind was busy with thoughts of the day with the girls, so she set the tablet on the nightstand, hugged one of the pillows close to her chest, and lay on her belly. Since she was a little girl, she’d preferred this position when she had big thinking to do at bedtime.

They were good girls. The day had gone much better than she’d expected, or even hoped. She wasn’t sure how to talk to little girls, so she didn’t even try. She just talked to them like women, and that seemed to work. Iris was open and friendly right away. Rose took longer, but she was never hostile. Just shy.

Shopping had been the right choice. The girls had enjoyed helping her pick things out, and picking things out for themselves, and the salon stop had been inspired. She hadn’t had a really good shopping trip since she’d left Tulsa, and she’d let her credit card out for a run today. Keeping Show’s paws off his wallet had been a challenge, but she’d pointed him at the girls, suggesting he spend his money on them.

She’d started to doze when Show came into the room with a towel wrapped around his waist. Staying where she was, she opened her eyes. He locked the door and dropped the towel. Oh, she liked that view. He saw her watching him, and his cock rose to attention. Oh, she liked that view better.

“Hey, hon.”

“Hi.”

“You tired?”

“Not too much.”

“That’s good.” He got onto the bed and stretched out behind her, leaning over her back. She loved the broad, warm weight of his chest on her body. He brushed her hair off her shoulder and kissed her there, his curled fingers tracing a soft line down her arm. “What you wearing?”

She grinned, looking over her shoulder at him. “This old thing?”

“If you’ve been holding this back from me, we’re gonna have to have a talk.” His hand was on her side now, smoothing the silk over her hip and thigh. Reversing course, he brought the nightgown up with him, baring her ass.

“Nope. New today.”

He hooked his huge hand around her thigh and pushed it up, opening her. She’d been wet since he dropped the towel; now she moaned and squirmed under him.

“What about the girls?” She wanted this, but she didn’t want to upset the girls and undo the good day they’d had.

“Door’s locked. Guess you’ll just have to be quiet.” His hand moved up her thigh and pushed between her legs. She gasped as he slid his fingers into her. Lying on her, his mouth on her shoulder, his beard gently rasping at her skin, Show pumped his fingers into her until she thought she’d explode. She tossed to the floor the pillow she’d been hugging, realizing a beat too late that she could have used it to muffle her cries, and rolled more fully to her stomach, coming up onto her elbows so she could move with him, flexing her hips against the rhythm of his hand, bringing him deeper.

“Oh, God, Show. I need you.”

With a feral sound deep in his chest, he took his hand away and pushed her flat on the bed, moving fully on top of her, mounting her. He shoved her leg even higher and grabbed her hips in his rough hands.

And then he was inside her, deep and hard and fast, and she barely held back the scream.

He groaned and let her take most of his weight. She was pressed into the mattress, until he shifted them slightly off center, slid his hand under her nightgown and caught her breast, flicking his sandpaper thumb over her nipple. He rose up onto his other elbow and moved, thrusting solidly, steadily into her. She felt his wet hair tracing spirals over her skin as he rocked back and forth over her. She heard his increasingly strained breath, the low grunt of every exhale. He pulled at her nipple suddenly, and she cried out.

“Shh, hon. Shh. Gotta be quiet.” He pulled again, and she bit back the sound that leapt up her throat.

She heard him chuckle. He was toying with her, trying to make her need to scream. She really wished she hadn’t tossed that pillow aside. She tried to pull another one down, but he was holding her too firmly.

“Fuck, Shannon. So good. Come on, hon.” He sped up, and she could feel him grow even harder inside her—he was getting close. So was she. Each thrust went deeper, faster, fuller, drawing her closer and closer to ecstasy. She couldn’t hold back her cries much longer, and she was losing the ability to care.

He shifted again and found the best spot, and she couldn’t be quiet anymore. “Oh! Oh! Yes, there, oh God, yes!”

And then his hand was over her mouth. It was coarse and hot and covered half her face, and she thought it was the sexiest thing he could have done in that moment. She screamed, her mouth hard against his palm, feeling the spasms of her release throughout her entire body, to the very roots of her hair.

He came right after her, doubling the pace of his thrusts, murmuring “Fuck yeah, oh f*ck yeah,” against her ear.

Holy God, that was hot. She’d never liked the guy coming from behind until Show. She hadn’t liked the lack of control, the way it had made her feel anonymous. But with Show it had been different from the first. She never felt anonymous with him. He did want a lot of control in bed, always. She had to negotiate for it when she wanted it. But with him, she didn’t mind. It had bewildered her at first. All of her feelings about Show had bewildered her at first. Eventually she realized that it was trust. She just trusted him.