The Gun Runner(34)

I felt myself begin to contract around his shaft. I opened my eyes, desperately wanting to see his face as I reached climax. Painfully and purposefully the thrusts continued. The tip of his dick was hitting spots inside of me that I wasn’t aware existed.

I cried out. His mouth muffled my screams until he leaned away and groaned himself. My shoulders slamming against the hollow door with each thrust acted as a reminder that he wasn’t quite finished. The sound of his groan intensified. His breath became choppy. His cock swelled.

I cried out again.

The mother of all orgasms was building within me.

A toe curler.

My feet ached. I could feel my nipples against the fabric of my bra.

“I’m...going...to come...inside you...” he groaned.

“Please, do,” I begged.

One last thrust shoved me against the door. And. He. Exploded. His come shot through me like a surge of hot lava, sending my mind reeling for my own sexual release. My body shuddered. My toes curled. I dug my fingernails into his shoulders and wailed like I was being delivered to my maker.

Together, as it seemed we always did, we reached climax.

With my back to the door, and my feet suspended above the floor, Michael and I became one.

I wanted to hold him, hug him, kiss him and never let him go. At that moment, nothing mattered. Not my father, my heritage or my religious beliefs. Love has no boundaries, and at that instant, for the first time, I felt that whatever connection anyone on earth might have, we certainly had.

I had no idea at the moment what it was that was different, but something was. Something within me clicked. A switch was flipped. Maybe a spot inside of me that his oh-so-perfect cock collided with sent the signal to my brain. All I knew was that it was different.

And I felt differently.

I gazed into his eyes. “Holy. Shit.”

He looked content. His lips parted. His mouth curled into a smile.

He shrugged.

Maybe the same thing had happened to him that always seemed to happen to me. He seemed speechless.

He pursed his lips and shook his head. A few seconds passed. He opened his mouth again, and chuckled. “You fucked me stupid.”

I shrugged. “I fucked you stupid, and you fucked some sense into me.”

“What do you mean?” he asked.

You’re all that matters, and I think you may have fucked me until I fell in love with you.

I knew how I felt, but I didn’t dare say a word.

Not yet.

“You’re amazing,” I breathed.

He held my gaze. “I think...”

He grinned and kissed my lips lightly.

You think what?

“You think what?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” he said. “I need some time to think. Like I said. I’m pretty sure you did something to me.”

I knew better.

We did it to each other.





Chapter Fourteen

Michael

It was apparent Terra was successful with her shoe business, and I realized I couldn’t buy her anything that she didn’t probably already have. I could, however, offer her something no amount of money could never buy.

Me.

She shoved her hand into the tub of buttery popcorn and turned toward me. “I haven’t been to a movie since I was a kid.”

“I come all the time. I think it’s one of my few means of escape.”

She finished chewing her popcorn and gave me a halfhearted scowl. “With who?”

“Alone.”

“You come alone?”

“I have since I got back from the war, yeah.”

“Why alone?”

“Until I met you, who would I bring? Cap?”

“I don’t know. I guess nobody. And when am I going to get to meet him?” She playfully forced her lower lip into a full pout. “You said you were going to introduce us.”

“I will,” I said. “Soon.”

She grinned and scooped another handful from the tub. “Okay.”

While nibbling away, she spoke through her popcorn-filled hand. “I can’t wait for it to start.”

Seeing her excited over something so simple as a movie was priceless. Watching a woman as proper and as refined as Terra eat popcorn like an overeager child was rewarding in a totally different way. Terra may have been wealthy and a member of a large family, but in the end, she was no different than I was.

Whether we came from the house on the hill or the bowels of society, we were simply people. In basic training for the marines, the recruits were told to be color-blind. We were all, according to our instructors, varying shades of green.

But we were all green.

Living without preconceived notions was easy for me. I gave respect and expected to get it in return. If someone was disrespectful, I disliked them the same regardless of age, race, color or creed.

The lights faded away and Terra snuggled to my side, one hand on my inner thigh and the other in and out of the tub of popcorn.