“Ah, yes, oh yes, more,” I sob, digging my fingers into his shoulders when the coiling mass deep inside my abdomen tightens to the point of pain before releasing in a sudden and explosive wave of the most consuming pleasure I’ve ever felt.
The orgasm is endless and intense, stealing my sight, sense, and reason as I feel my sex clench and release around his girth in painful yet blissful swallows.
It’s tight and hot and so good that it takes only two more thrusts before Jared pushes in hard, as deep as he can go, and releases with a bellow that rattles the walls.
I feel every pulse deep inside and shudder delicately as the last quake leaves me just when he collapses and groans into my neck.
“That was…”
Words fail me as he rolls to his back, keeping us linked as he pulls me over his chest and settles me over his wildly beating heart.
He groans under his breath and I feel one last pulse leave him before he relaxes with a sigh.
I want to shout my love and joy and do it all over again right now, just to prove to myself that I’m not dreaming the unearthly pleasure I just felt.
I fall asleep instead to the sound of Jared’s heart and his adoring whispers as he plays with my hair.
***
Jared
The fear of what’s to come is so strong that I find myself lying awake for the rest of the night, just breathing Cupcake in as she slumbers softly against my heart.
The perfection of the lovemaking we shared is still so fresh and intense in my mind that it scares me a bit just thinking of that bond, only hours before I know that she’ll be walking directly into a danger I can’t shield her from.
I hate this whole mess. If I were a better mate, I’d grab her and run, leave it all behind. Fortunately for us both, I know that would never work because she wouldn’t allow it.
No, my Paulie is a fighter, soft heart and all, and she’d never abandon my family or the innocent people that will be lost if the Patriots are allowed to keep thriving day by day.
I don’t like it, though, and that’s all I can repeat to myself as she snuggles closer with a sigh and smiles in her sleep just as the sun rises to bathe her beautiful face in a soft glow that makes her resemble a perfect, fallen angel.
The plan that we have is simple, and it’s so sketchy that my nerves are strung tight with everything that could go wrong in the blink of an eye. Case, Jace, and I are excellent snipers and I have every faith in our ability to keep Paulie safe, even from hundreds of yards away.
My nerves come in not knowing how Rydell is going to react or how things will shake down with Roman. I want my brother back and that’s the only thing stopping me from stalking into that warehouse Paulie told me about and beating him bloody for putting us all through this hell.
He’s a bastard for doing this to us, and I know that of us all, Miah is the one suffering most for his stupidity in trusting Roman. I’m not saying he’s the bad guy here, but he is in danger and Miah is slowly going insane the longer this shit drags out
I ought to just march in there, shoot them all, and drag Roman home by the fucking ear for Ma to take care of. I bet you’d really like that, huh, you selfish asshole, I sneer, fighting the anger that keeps trying to break free every time I think of Roman and his selfish behavior.
The sun is finally up and shining brightly when I feel Paulie stretch awake and look up at me with a sleepy smile that’s sexy and cute all at once.
“Morning, Cupcake,” I purr, kissing her silly despite both our morning breaths and her squeal of protest.
I kiss her deeply and purr at her flavor, getting a purr in return when her tongue pops out to lick into my mouth. I want to make love to her again, once more, but I stop myself and pull away instead, chuckling cockily at her squeak of annoyed disapproval.
I refuse to go again,, simply because it hints at the desperation and the hopelessness that keeps trying to overtake me.
I won’t touch her again until after we get home safely because I refuse to believe that this could be the last time we see each other.
“What’s wrong, baby?” she whispers when all I can do is look down at her and feel my heart stammer with fear.
“I love you, you know,” I say proudly, smiling at her look of joy.
She’s so happy just to hear me say the words that it humbles me to have her as my own. She’s easy to please and too humble to be real, and yet I have her here beneath me, all mine.
I want to wrap her up and refuse to let her go ever again, but I can’t. She’s strong and brave and my match in every way, so I know that we have to do this no matter how much I don’t want to.
She deserves the chance to right the wrongs she feels she did, and though I can’t find it within myself to agree with her, I understand what it is to feel guilt and need absolution.