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my neck and pulled my mouth to his again. Reno kissed me again and again until I thought our lips would fuse together in the heat. With a groan, his lips left mine to move down the soft cotton of my T-shirt. Biting gently, his mouth made small, wet circles on the thin fabric. I wrapped my hands in his hair and arched my back, pulling him toward me.
With easy strength he lifted me up against the wall and held me there.
Breathing heavily, Reno’s husky voice was heavy with tender violence. “Baby, wrap your legs around me. Yeah, darlin’, that’s right. I’ve got you, baby.”
When I felt Reno’s hand dip inside my panties and push against me, I moaned into his neck. Moving my hips, I thrust hard againsthis fingers. He pulled at the swollen nub, rubbing and gliding into the wet, intimate folds. Reno played with me like that, on and on, creating currents of tortured pleasure throughout my body.
I needed release.
My body was begging for release.
When I bore down on him in frustration, Reno whispered against my hair, “Relax, baby, I got you. Let it happen. I’m not gonna stop. I fucking love this. I’m not gonna stop, baby. Until you come for me. I’m not gonna stop.”
Those words released a deep hard spasm that I felt everywhere.
Reno let out a throaty sigh, cupped me gently one last time and slowly pulled his hand away from my hot center.
“That’s it, baby. Feel that. Feel that and remember how good we are together,” he murmured soothingly.
We rested against each other, feeling our hearts beating together and our breath slowly returning to normal. Reno carefully lowered me down to the ground and cradled the back of my neck. He drew me to him.
“Baby, I missed you,” he said.
“Me too. Reno, I missed you too,” I groaned. I never wanted to let him go. Not ever. Not ever again.
Before another minute passed, I wanted more. I wanted to feel him inside of me. I needed to feel the heat of his bare skin against mine. I wanted to run my tongue over the beautiful intricate lines of his inked body. I wanted to trace over the smooth, bumpy ridges of each warrior scar.
I wanted all of him.
These stolen minutes weren’t enough, and I knew it was not enough for him. He was still rock hard against me. I wanted to give him back what he had so expertly given me.
Sliding my tongue into his mouth, I kissed him hard. Reno groaned and moved both of his hands to the sides of my head. I felta clenching deep in my belly as I began to build again. Then I felt something inside of me burst wide open.
I whimpered in total surrender.
Because I loved this man.
I loved him. I loved him. I loved him.
That thought fluttered all around me, like a swarm of brightly colored butterflies, waiting for their chance to land gently in his heart.
I opened myself up to catch those words and give them to him.
And that’s when I heard her.
CHAPTER 14
Y ou want some play, beautiful? Plenty of room in his bed for the three of us. My name is Cherry, but you can call me anything you want, sugar.”
Snap.
Spell. Broken.
Just. Like. That.
Those words came crashing in, pulling me out of that magic place and into a vat of cheap perfume. I felt myself fall back to earth and land hard.
I love yous
lay all around me, broken-winged on the floor.
Cherry was still talking.
“I don’t mind sharing, sugar. Reno and me, we’ve been to that party before. Haven’t we, honey?” Her tone sounded honest, sincere, and completely devoid of jealousy or malice. For Cherry, it was just a way of life.
I felt sick.
In an attempt to move away from Reno, I pulled against the tight bicep that held me prisoner. He loosened his grip, but still held on. His gaze spun to the woman on his bed, then pivoted back to me. He didn’t say anything, but his hold tightened.
The hard, lean planes of Reno’s face tensed and a muscle clenched near his jaw. His gaze volleyed back to her.
“Cherry,” he growled in warning.
Undeterred, she glanced at Reno
With easy strength he lifted me up against the wall and held me there.
Breathing heavily, Reno’s husky voice was heavy with tender violence. “Baby, wrap your legs around me. Yeah, darlin’, that’s right. I’ve got you, baby.”
When I felt Reno’s hand dip inside my panties and push against me, I moaned into his neck. Moving my hips, I thrust hard againsthis fingers. He pulled at the swollen nub, rubbing and gliding into the wet, intimate folds. Reno played with me like that, on and on, creating currents of tortured pleasure throughout my body.
I needed release.
My body was begging for release.
When I bore down on him in frustration, Reno whispered against my hair, “Relax, baby, I got you. Let it happen. I’m not gonna stop. I fucking love this. I’m not gonna stop, baby. Until you come for me. I’m not gonna stop.”
Those words released a deep hard spasm that I felt everywhere.
Reno let out a throaty sigh, cupped me gently one last time and slowly pulled his hand away from my hot center.
“That’s it, baby. Feel that. Feel that and remember how good we are together,” he murmured soothingly.
We rested against each other, feeling our hearts beating together and our breath slowly returning to normal. Reno carefully lowered me down to the ground and cradled the back of my neck. He drew me to him.
“Baby, I missed you,” he said.
“Me too. Reno, I missed you too,” I groaned. I never wanted to let him go. Not ever. Not ever again.
Before another minute passed, I wanted more. I wanted to feel him inside of me. I needed to feel the heat of his bare skin against mine. I wanted to run my tongue over the beautiful intricate lines of his inked body. I wanted to trace over the smooth, bumpy ridges of each warrior scar.
I wanted all of him.
These stolen minutes weren’t enough, and I knew it was not enough for him. He was still rock hard against me. I wanted to give him back what he had so expertly given me.
Sliding my tongue into his mouth, I kissed him hard. Reno groaned and moved both of his hands to the sides of my head. I felta clenching deep in my belly as I began to build again. Then I felt something inside of me burst wide open.
I whimpered in total surrender.
Because I loved this man.
I loved him. I loved him. I loved him.
That thought fluttered all around me, like a swarm of brightly colored butterflies, waiting for their chance to land gently in his heart.
I opened myself up to catch those words and give them to him.
And that’s when I heard her.
CHAPTER 14
Y ou want some play, beautiful? Plenty of room in his bed for the three of us. My name is Cherry, but you can call me anything you want, sugar.”
Snap.
Spell. Broken.
Just. Like. That.
Those words came crashing in, pulling me out of that magic place and into a vat of cheap perfume. I felt myself fall back to earth and land hard.
I love yous
lay all around me, broken-winged on the floor.
Cherry was still talking.
“I don’t mind sharing, sugar. Reno and me, we’ve been to that party before. Haven’t we, honey?” Her tone sounded honest, sincere, and completely devoid of jealousy or malice. For Cherry, it was just a way of life.
I felt sick.
In an attempt to move away from Reno, I pulled against the tight bicep that held me prisoner. He loosened his grip, but still held on. His gaze spun to the woman on his bed, then pivoted back to me. He didn’t say anything, but his hold tightened.
The hard, lean planes of Reno’s face tensed and a muscle clenched near his jaw. His gaze volleyed back to her.
“Cherry,” he growled in warning.
Undeterred, she glanced at Reno
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