Wild and Free (The Three #3)(80)

“Look at you, burying me deep,” he murmured roughly.

I couldn’t. I was coming.

Then I was coming harder when he pushed me forward, not to my knees, to my belly, cheek to the pillow, legs spread wide, his hands in the bed, his hips pistoning, his cock pounding into me.

“Abel, baby,” I moaned, bucking with my orgasm, jolting each time I took his cock.

“Like that?” he growled.

“Yeah,” I panted.

“Tell me you like it, Lilah.”

“I like it, baby,” I breathed, then it washed over me again, my lips parting with the force of my silent release.

Abel tangled a hand in my hair and yanked my head back and to the side so he could watch me come. And when he did, I gave him a show because one could say I seriously liked my man pulling my hair. But it was better because it felt like he was using it to drive me down harder on his big dick.

“I keep coming,” I gasped as more burned through me, my body shaking with it.

“Yeah, f*ck yeah, I feel it. Keep goin’, baby. Milk me.”

He had to shut up or I was going to die from orgasming.

“Abel,” I cried, my body now spasming.

“Fuck…” He pulled out and rammed in. “Yeah.”

And finally he came, bucking over me, inside me, taking me along for his ride as he growled his climax. He released my hair but sank his teeth in my shoulder. Not the vamp ones. His.

Freaking amazing.

He brought us both down by continuing to f*ck me, now slow and sweet but still deep.

I closed my eyes and took it, loving each stroke, listening to his breath even, feeling him shift his hips to guide his cock to hit a sweet spot, then back, giving it all to me.

Suddenly he pulled out and rolled off, but I was on my belly without him for only a millisecond before he tugged me over him again.

Sifting his fingers into my hair to pull it away at either side of my head, he moved it until I caught his eyes.

“Bring me back home, baby, so you can sleep.”

Oh yes.

I grasped hold of his still-hard cock, bending my knees to straddling him, and took him, watching his teeth sink into his bottom lip and his now-brown eyes get lazy, then hearing the snarl roll up his throat when my * convulsed around his cock.

“Now, come here, *cat,” he muttered when he was seated deep.

I dropped over him, chest to chest, cheek to his shoulder.

He yanked the covers over us.

Once he had them settled and we were in our warm cocoon—connected, replete, his arms wrapped around me—he asked, “You’ll sleep for me tonight?”

I took in a deep breath.

Yes, f*ck yes, he was good at this.

“Yeah, baby.”

“Right, give me a kiss before you do that for me.”

I lifted my head and looked down at him through the moonlight coming from the windows. I looked down and I hoped with everything I had that he’d remember this. He’d remember falling asleep inside me. He’d remember me falling asleep on him, holding him inside. He’d remember how he was so good at taking care of me when I lost my friend. He’d remember it and know how important it was. He’d remember it for always and it would give him some peace.

Then I kissed him. I gave it to him soft and wet and long and I hoped he’d remembered that too.

When I was done, I whispered, “Thank you for taking care of me.”

“My job, *cat. One I like.”

I sighed at Abel giving me more.

Then I settled in, pressing close, squeezing him inside, and whispered, “Sleep good, honey.”

He tightened his arms around me. “Impossible not to, bao bei.”

I smiled, giving myself that moment.

Another moment of feeling myself falling in love.





Chapter Thirteen


Just Breathe

Delilah



The next evening, just prior to sunset, I walked down the steps behind the compound, steps that led to the bay, and I did it hand in hand with Abel on one side, my father on the other.

Behind us walked Moose and Poncho.

Behind them walked Jian-Li with Xun, Chen moving slowly with Wei two steps behind.

And behind them came Lucien and Leah, Sonia and Callum, Gregor and Yuri, Callum’s cousin, Ryon, and Callum’s brothers I’d met earlier that day, Calder and Caleb, as well as the woman I’d met the evening before, Stephanie.

Callum, Ryon, Calder, and Caleb were all carrying bows, each with one arrow.

I nearly lost it when we rounded the rock and I saw it, the flat boat with its rising bow and stern, the wood of the bow a carved bust of the torso and head of a proud, wild-haired lady. It had been dragged up so most of the hull was on the beach.

Along the small, pebbled shore that was encased with rising juts of rocks, lit torches were stuck in. Further up the shore, a big bonfire had been built, surrounded by logs with blankets over them.

Snake lay in the boat, all but his face shrouded in black, a large Harley-Davidson patch resting on his chest.

I took it all in, fighting tears, thinking when they said they would arrange things, they meant they’d arrange them.

Perfectly.

Jabber was already down there, having been brought down without an audience since he had to be carried. He was in a wheelchair on the rocks by the boat, five bottles of Jack Daniel’s sitting on the rocks by his wheels.