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like soap, tinged with sweat from his skirmish. Clinging to him, I let myself get lost in the moment, forgetting my get even plans and his lies long enough to realize how right I felt molded against him. Now that I understood the power he held over my body, I found him impossible to resist.
“Crusher and Tequila do not mix,” he said more to himself. “That was fucked up. Fighting another brother is counterproductive in the worst way.”
“He didn’t really leave you a choice,” I soothed, running my fingers through his hair, enjoying its thick, smooth texture.
“You keep doing that and we won’t be sleeping anytime soon.” He leaned down and kissed my forehead.
“Sleep? I hear it’s overrated anyway.” I couldn’t stop myself from teasing him. I needed his touch.
Who was I kidding?
I needed him.
Boone
“Sleep may be overrated, but I still gotta finish my shower,” I ground out. “Join me?” As attentive as she had been since our return, I still expected her rejection.
Instead, she surprised me with her response.
“Are you saying I’m dirty?” Her anxiety over Crusher’s impromptu assault was evidently forgotten as she gazed up at me.
With the adrenaline from the fight coursing through me, and Olympia looking at me like I was her savior, my cock stiffened.
Fuck. This woman was killing me.
My hands found her hips, and I yanked her against me, grinding my hips. She whimpered and mimicked my response, her own hips undulating.
“You are a very dirty girl, Sally. A shower is exactly what you need.”
Her gaze darkened. “Is that all I need, Sir ?”
I twisted her hair in my fist, forcing her head back. Damn if she wasn’t the best student I’d ever had. When it came to playing submissive to my dominant, I couldn’t ask for a more perfect combination of innocence and sexy siren. Olympia, AKA Sally, had both traits in spades.
I hated to admit just how relieved I was that she hadn’t remembered her past like I’d been afraid of earlier. Not having her in my life was inconceivable. I needed more time. Time to convince her she belonged with me, regardless of our relationship’s rocky beginning.
Maybe ‘rocky’ didn’t quite express how fucked up our start had been, but even with all the craziness, I couldn’t shake the feeling she was somehow meant for me. Until her, I’d never once considered the whole destiny thing, and I sure as hell hadn’t thought about settling down again, but she was changing me, chipping away at my hardened heart.
I’d harassed more than a few brothers about being pussy-whipped; looked like I’d added the title to my own repertoire. Who would have thought? Not me. Not in a million years.
“Boone…” she whispered. “You kinda drifted off there. Are you all right? Did Crusher hurt you?”
Releasing my grip on her hair, I chuckled. “Don’t mean to sound cocky, babe, but I promise you, he didn’t touch me.”
Her eyes flashed with something I wasn’t sure I liked before she offered a smile. “You? Cocky? Never.”
“Back to your question. You most definitely need more than a shower, but we’ll start there. After you, babe…” I gave her a gentle pat on the ass.
She pivoted to face the bathroom while pulling her shirt off over her head. I was right behind her, unclasping her bra with one hand and undoing my pants with the other. Tonight was turning out better than I’d believed possible. I intended to make the most of it.
Olympia
I reached over, expecting to feel Boone’s warm body. After last night’s marathon, I was shocked to find him already gone.
Did the man ever get tired?
I was deliciously sore all over – yet again. Every ache, pain, and twinge reminded me of how he’d tortured my body, wringing more orgasms from me than I would have believed possible. We’d started in the shower, following his fight with Crusher, and ended up in the bed after using the floor, the wall, and a chair for our explosive love making.
Boone was
“Crusher and Tequila do not mix,” he said more to himself. “That was fucked up. Fighting another brother is counterproductive in the worst way.”
“He didn’t really leave you a choice,” I soothed, running my fingers through his hair, enjoying its thick, smooth texture.
“You keep doing that and we won’t be sleeping anytime soon.” He leaned down and kissed my forehead.
“Sleep? I hear it’s overrated anyway.” I couldn’t stop myself from teasing him. I needed his touch.
Who was I kidding?
I needed him.
Boone
“Sleep may be overrated, but I still gotta finish my shower,” I ground out. “Join me?” As attentive as she had been since our return, I still expected her rejection.
Instead, she surprised me with her response.
“Are you saying I’m dirty?” Her anxiety over Crusher’s impromptu assault was evidently forgotten as she gazed up at me.
With the adrenaline from the fight coursing through me, and Olympia looking at me like I was her savior, my cock stiffened.
Fuck. This woman was killing me.
My hands found her hips, and I yanked her against me, grinding my hips. She whimpered and mimicked my response, her own hips undulating.
“You are a very dirty girl, Sally. A shower is exactly what you need.”
Her gaze darkened. “Is that all I need, Sir ?”
I twisted her hair in my fist, forcing her head back. Damn if she wasn’t the best student I’d ever had. When it came to playing submissive to my dominant, I couldn’t ask for a more perfect combination of innocence and sexy siren. Olympia, AKA Sally, had both traits in spades.
I hated to admit just how relieved I was that she hadn’t remembered her past like I’d been afraid of earlier. Not having her in my life was inconceivable. I needed more time. Time to convince her she belonged with me, regardless of our relationship’s rocky beginning.
Maybe ‘rocky’ didn’t quite express how fucked up our start had been, but even with all the craziness, I couldn’t shake the feeling she was somehow meant for me. Until her, I’d never once considered the whole destiny thing, and I sure as hell hadn’t thought about settling down again, but she was changing me, chipping away at my hardened heart.
I’d harassed more than a few brothers about being pussy-whipped; looked like I’d added the title to my own repertoire. Who would have thought? Not me. Not in a million years.
“Boone…” she whispered. “You kinda drifted off there. Are you all right? Did Crusher hurt you?”
Releasing my grip on her hair, I chuckled. “Don’t mean to sound cocky, babe, but I promise you, he didn’t touch me.”
Her eyes flashed with something I wasn’t sure I liked before she offered a smile. “You? Cocky? Never.”
“Back to your question. You most definitely need more than a shower, but we’ll start there. After you, babe…” I gave her a gentle pat on the ass.
She pivoted to face the bathroom while pulling her shirt off over her head. I was right behind her, unclasping her bra with one hand and undoing my pants with the other. Tonight was turning out better than I’d believed possible. I intended to make the most of it.
Olympia
I reached over, expecting to feel Boone’s warm body. After last night’s marathon, I was shocked to find him already gone.
Did the man ever get tired?
I was deliciously sore all over – yet again. Every ache, pain, and twinge reminded me of how he’d tortured my body, wringing more orgasms from me than I would have believed possible. We’d started in the shower, following his fight with Crusher, and ended up in the bed after using the floor, the wall, and a chair for our explosive love making.
Boone was
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