Warrior (First to Fight #1)(54)

We groan in unison and I remember how much I love the feel of him, the fullness of him. The rough material of his jeans abrades my calves from where I have them wrapped around his legs. He hooks his hands underneath my shoulders so he can hold me in place for each hard thrust.

He shoves his face in my neck and bites the skin there as I clench around him. Then he loosens a hand to press between us and I arch my neck in response. “Baby,” I manage between heaving breaths. “Don’t stop, that feels so good.”

Ben, the bastard, slows his movements in response, thrusting deep, holding, pulling out, then thrusting again even more slowly. “You want it?” he asks.

“Please,” I whisper.

“Are you gonna give this a shot?” he murmurs in my ear.

“What?” My voice hitches as he sits up and presses my feet into his chest so the head of his cock is hitting just the right spot.

“I’m here. You gonna be here with me?”

“Yes,” I gasp.

“Gonna give this a chance, Spitfire?”

I clench around him and relish the sound of his gasp in response. I adjust my legs so they’re wrapped around his waist and push up to roll him on his back. My hands clutch at his shoulders as I start to ride him. He slides his own up my waist to cup the weight of my breasts, his thumbs flicking over the hard tips of my nipples.

With each of my movements, he flexes his hips up to meet me and I nearly see stars the pleasure is so intense. My back arches, but he abandons one breast to cup my neck and force my gaze back to him.

“Watch me when you come, baby. I wanna see those gorgeous eyes.”

It’s just as beautiful as it was the first time. Just as all-encompassing, soul-shattering, and heart-breaking. It builds me up just to tear me down and starts all over again. In the end, my muscles are quaking with the need for release. I want to give in, but part of me is holding back, afraid.

His fingers and hips speed up, noting my heavy breathing and the fast pace of my hips.

“C’mon, baby,” he growls. “I want to watch you. I need to feel you come on me.”

The orgasm builds and my breath catches in my throat. He holds my legs still so he can take over again, meeting me with deep thrusts. The combination of his hard cock pulsing inside of me, the delicious tugs of his fingers on my nipples and the throaty commands he whispers in the darkness throw me over the edge with a savage force.

“That’s it, baby,” he says. “Oh, yes, just like that. I feel you around me. Yes, lay on me. Let me help you through it.”

He pulls me forward so I’m splayed across his chest, a languid heap of satiated flesh and bone. His hands grip the globes of my ass as he grunts. My orgasm rolls through me as he works himself to the end. His groans reach a fever pitch and end on one long, low note which sends shivers down my spine.

As the moment fades and reality returns, even after everything he’s said, I start to worry that my exhaustion will overtake me and I’ll wake up to another empty bed.

Ben shifts us so we’re lying on our sides facing each other. “You’re overthinking it already,” he tells me. Then, after a few seconds with no response from me—because, well, he’s right—he mumbles, “Give me ten minutes. I promise we’ll go again—and again, if I think you f*ckin’ need it—until you’re not able to think at all.”





“YOU PROMISE WE won’t be gone long?” she asks, her hands fiddling with the hem of her dress.

I glance over at her out of the corner of my eye and smile. “Stop worrying so much. Cole will be fine. Mom’s raised a couple kids. She knows what she’s doing, I promise.”

“I hate to put her out this way. Melissa normally sits for me, but I told her I wanted to let your family get to know him and all.”

She checks her phone for the millionth time and I slip my hand around her leg and squeeze her thigh. “Stop worrying so much. He’s going to be fine. Mom has both of our numbers and she’ll call if anything’s wrong.”

“I know, you’re right. It’s just that your paranoia is rubbing off on me, I guess.”

“Well tonight isn’t about that. Tonight it’s just about us. Plus, I’ve got something to show you that I think you’ll like.”

“Are you going to tell me what it is?”

“No. Not ruining the surprise.”

“I don’t deal well with surprises,” she says, finally caving in and resting her weight against my side. I resist the urge to grip her tighter in satisfaction. About damn time she started giving in to me.

Chill bumps cover her legs as I brush her inner thigh with my fingers. Ever since we had sex again, I haven’t been able to keep my hands off her. “You’ll like this one,” I assure her.

Her breathing deepens the higher my fingers go and I start to wonder if I’ll ever make it to where we’re going, without wanting to stop and find that spot on the side of the road again where we could make full use of our night alone together.

The road curves and the lights reflecting off of the dark ink of the lake come into view. Her leg stiffens underneath my hand and she sucks in a deep breath. She turns to look at me, lips parted and eyes wet with tears.

“What are we doing here?” she asks.

I pull into the driveway, headlights illuminating the empty porch and the swing I’d had installed with her in mind. I’d left the living room lights on so the place looks like home. Or at least my best guess of what she would think home would look like. I resist the urge to fidget as I wait to see her reaction.