“Is that whatyouwant”—he granted me a slight reprieve and started pumping his fingers slowly, soothing a portion of the building ache—“or yourbody?”
“Both,” I replied without thinking. His fingers thrust in and curled, hitting a spot that made my legs tremble.
Guess that was the right answer.
He tipped his forehead to mine, maintaining a steady rhythm. “I thought you said your body meant nothing?”
More quiz questions. “I lied.”
He pulled back, eyes darting between both of mine in assessment. When the pad of his thumb swirled around my clit, I guessed he saw it wasn’t a total lie. It didn’t feel like nothing at the moment.
“And what will you say the next time someone else looks at your body and thinks they can have it?”
My brows furrowed. “That’s what you’re mad about?”
He stopped, but didn’t remove his fingers or thumb. “Yes,” he said flatly, like that should’ve been obvious.
I blinked in rapid succession. “Really? Not the truck, or—”
“No.” He shoved his fingers in roughly, and my back arched.
“I don’t believe you.”
He pulled his fingers free and spread my arousal along the side of my neck, right over my throbbing pulse. “You have no idea how much I wanted to pull out my pistol and shoot them both for even considering seeing an inch more of your perfect body than I allowed them to see.”
“Sharing is a hard limit, then?” Shivers raced down my spine, conflicting with the heat pooling low in my stomach as he thrust back into me.
He growled low. “Don’t even think about suggesting it again. Not while you’re my wife.”
And that was only going to be for twenty-four more days. I pushed down the odd sort of twinge in my chest that thought had caused and replaced it with my usual—anger and denial.
“I won’t be your wife forever, you know.” Carver’s jaw ticked as he removed his fingers again, and the loss of him inside me forced a whimper from my parted lips.
“You’re begging for me to push you further, aren’t you?”
“Nope.” I popped the ‘p’ and his eyes flared.
“This is your last chance to use that safeword.” He wasted no time in standing and reaching for the button of his jeans. With the same hand that had been inside me, he popped it open. My arousal glistened in the orange firelight as he slid the zipper down. “I’m about to fuck that pretty little mouth until you can’t tell me what your limits are. Because, sweetheart”—he bent down and tipped my chin up to meet his eyes—“when it comes to the things I’d do to you—I have no limits.”
I swallowed thickly as his feet anchored on either side of my knees. His words from the day we signed the contract rang through my head as his jeans began to fall—If I don’t give you a safeword, then I won’t know when to stop.
“I’m waiting.” He fisted his cock over his boxers, the tilt to his lip sinister as he gripped my hair. I remained silent, eyes fixed to his hard length, mind going numb with anticipation.
I met his stare with my own as he freed his cock. “It’s just a blowjob, it’s nothing I haven’t seen b—” My eyes caught onto a glint and brought my focus right to the thick ridge of his shaft partially covered by his fingers.
“What’s the matter,wife? A little different from what you remember?”
A little different was generous.
Five barbells lined the underside of his cock, starting about an inch down from the head and ending well above the base, separated by possibly an inch between, if not more.
“Never thought I’d see you speechless anytime soon.”
I went to retort that idea and he surged forward, pushing his cock to the back of my throat. I gagged loudly, and he pushed in further, cutting off my airway. “Guess those men weren’t nearly as big, huh, Ly?”
I scowled and tried to school my features as he pulled back, allowing a single breath before thrusting forward again.
“Goddamn. This hot little mouth of yours.” His grip in my hair tightened, making it so I had no choice but to take what he was giving me. And it was…more than I remembered.
