a reason to live(69)

I whimpered, “Shane,” when his hand came around to cup my core and his fingers slid between my slick flesh and danced, igniting my passion further.

“I’m gonna breathe you in,” he whispered in my ear, “and be your anchor, your protector. I’m gonna fold myself around you so you’re never alone.”

Oh, God! He remembered what I’d said at the carnival.

He was everywhere at once, and all I could do was hang on. His need was desperate in a way that brought tears to my eyes. He only left my mouth long enough to let me catch my breath as his fingers brought me closer to release.

When I tried to reach the buckle on his belt, desperate to have him deep inside me again, he grabbed my hands with the one hand and raised them over my head. “I’m in control,” he growled, pinning me further against the wall. “Keep your hands on the wall.”

“But I need you inside me.”

“When I’m done,” he whispered, nipping my earlobe so I’d pay attention.

He pulled his head back and watched my face with hungry eyes as he rolled my clit. My release erupted like lightening, burning a path through my brain until it shut down in pleasure and I groaned low in my throat.

He kept working my core with his fingers even after I’d peaked, and my hips rose in response, searching for another release like a drug addict searches for drugs—desperate for a fix. Stars burst behind my eyes and my vision blurred when the second orgasm ripped through my body, leaving me weak.

“You’re fuckin’ spectacular when you come,” Shane grunted, his hand still working my core.

My body bucked at the contact, the nerve endings in the bundle of nerves between my legs hypersensitive. “Too much,” I groaned. I was on fire, and the slightest touch was a sensual shock that took my breath away.

He stepped back at my plea, and I heard the whoosh of his jeans leaving his body. Then he grabbed my waist and lifted me before moving toward the bed. He grunted through the pain in his shoulder as he placed me facedown on the cool, crisp sheets. “Are you on the pill?”

“Yes.”

“Then spread your legs and lift your ass, I don’t want anything between us tonight.” I did as I was told. He mumbled, “Good girl,” as he stepped between my legs.

He rubbed his cock between my slick folds, coating his length with the wetness he’d created. I gasped when he entered me, stretching my tender flesh. I slammed back at the intrusion, wanting him deeper inside, and was rewarded for my efforts with a hiss.

Shane surged forward, then retreated, kneading my ass cheeks as he held on. When I surged back again, a sharp sting fell on my right ass cheek. “Don’t move until I tell you,” he ground between his teeth. Instead of pulling away from the burn his hand created, my breath froze as the warmth spread and kicked my hunger to a fevered pitch. He rubbed his hand across the heat he’d created before striking my ass again. “That’s for turning around on the raft.”

I could have come from the spanking alone; it was wickedly arousing. The resulting sound that rose from deep within my throat was foreign even to my ears. I finally understood the meaning of the phrase ‘pleasure from pain’ and knew I would piss him off in the future if this were my reward.

Retreating then slamming back in, Shane declared, “You belong to me now.”

I whimpered my agreement.

“I’m gonna work you all night until your body forgets who came before me and only craves mine,” he growled, his pace increasing.

If I could have spoken, I would have told him my body forgot all others the minute he kissed me the first day we met, but his hand came around, found the bundle of nerves at the apex of my legs, and he rolled it. My mind blanked. A white-hot storm erupted and I died a thousand beautiful, passionate deaths with the orgasm that shot through my body. I couldn’t speak. My lungs froze and my body quivered. My walls contracted around Shane’s shaft, and he grunted low in his throat.

Thrusting once more, he grabbed my hair, pulled my head back, and devoured my mouth as he spilled into me on a guttural moan.

Twenty-nine years I’d been alive and my earliest memories were of heartache and pain. For the first time in my life, despite being in danger, I felt safe.

Safe to breathe.

Safe to love.

Safe to dream.





Ten


Gunnison





“You shouldn’t have picked me up,” I admonished as we lay beneath the covers of my bed. Running his hand through my hair as my head lay on his chest, Shane grunted. “I’ve been shot before. Nothin’ was keepin’ me from you tonight.”

Rising up so I could see his face, I checked to see if he was lying.