It only takes a few strokes before my release slams into me like a freight train, relentless and vicious, wringing every ounce of strength from my body as I lose myself inside her.
I groan deep in my chest, a sound I barely recognize, as my orgasm surges, pumping into her until there’s nothing left but the ragged echo of my breath.
Slowly, I lower Mila back to the mattress, my body folding over hers. My arms wrap around her, not because I’m strong, but because I need her to hold me together.
My face presses into her neck, heart hammering like I just went to war.
And maybe I did.
Because nothing’s ever felt like this before.
I roll to my side, taking her with me and settle her against my body. As a man who’s spent a lot of time alone in bed, I thought it might be strange to share it. Rather than cramp my space, I can’t seem to get her close enough.
Our breathing returns to normal and all is quiet. I wonder what she’s thinking, because no matter how deep my feelings are getting, doubt always creeps in.
So I simply ask, “What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?”
Mila traces a lazy finger over my stomach. “I was thinking about Peter.”
I grimace. She can’t see my face, but I’m sure she can hear it. “Not sure I like you thinking about your brother after we just fucked our brains out.”
Mila lifts her head, gives me a chastising look. “Not him particularly, just the entire idea of him helping us to take down Jace.”
Admittedly, I don’t want to give the bastard any credit, but if it weren’t for him, we’d be nowhere right now. Still, I find myself saying, “I don’t trust him.”
Mila laughs softly, putting her head back on my chest. “Me either. But we’re one step closer to ending this.”
“Mmm,” is all I say, not wanting to talk about Peter or Jace or anything that threatens my newfound happiness.
“I am worried though,” she says, and my hand tightens on her waist. “Kynan said that even if we pin those threats on him, they won’t get him in much trouble. A slap on the wrist and he’ll be coming right back for us.”
“We’ll worry about that when—”
“We should set up a trap,” Mila interrupts.
Anger burns hot in my chest and I gently slide away from her, rolling off the bed. “You’re not going to be fucking bait, Mila.” I bend over, grab my boxer briefs and drag them on.
“But—”
I turn away from her and walk out of the room, not willing to entertain this. I thought I’d shut that shit down.
I hear her scramble off the bed to follow me and I’m all the way in the kitchen when she catches up. I keep my back to her as I grab a water from the fridge and holy hell, does she lay into me.
Her voice is high pitched, nearly hysterical. “You don’t have the right to tell me what I can and can’t do.” I press a hand onto the counter, bow my head as she rails at me. “This is my life and I’ll do what I think is necessary. Besides, I’m sure I’d be perfectly safe—”
“No, you wouldn’t,” I roar, turning around to face her. “And yes, it’s your life but you’re now part of my life and I don’t want to see you get hurt, so you’re not fucking doing it.”
Mila pales, her eyes rounding in fright. It’s only then that I realize she’s stark naked, milky white skin glowing in theshadows, her curves a silhouette. I just had her and I want her again.
Her intonation is shaky as she takes me to task. “Please don’t talk to me that way.”
I inhale slowly, rake my fingers through my hair in agitation. “I’m sorry. It’s just… I couldn’t bear it if something happened to—” Mila barrels into me. “Oooph.”
She squeezes me tight, cheek pressed to my chest. “I couldn’t bear it if something happened to you either.”
My arms band around her as I press a kiss to the top of her head. Her naked body turns me on beyond measure, and yet I’m content to just hold her. “Nothing’s going to happen to me or you. Your brother is going to get what he needs from Jace and Jameson will handle it, and then you and I are free to lead our lives.”
“Together?” she asks, and the question is out and can’t be taken back.
