Viper Game

“You can. You will.”


She was getting lost in him. Completely lost. In his face. In his eyes. In his relentless, almost brutal cock surging in and out of her. The flames were scorching hot and there was no way to breathe. To hang on. She clung to his shoulders, driving her fingernails into him. She clung to his eyes, drowning there, giving herself up to him. Waiting for him. Knowing it was worth the wait. Knowing he was worth whatever it would take to soothe the monster inside of him.

Satisfaction crossed his dark features. He leaned down and took her mouth. Hard. Savagely hard. Now. Baby. Give me you.

She did. The tsunami swept through her with hurricane force, her muscles clamped down like a vise and swept him up in the furious storm. A firestorm. A lightning storm. Flames licked over both of them. The hoarse sound of her name poured down her throat along with his breath as her sheath strangled him in silken fire. She could feel him so deep inside her she was afraid he would lodge in her stomach. It didn’t matter. Just this. Wyatt in her arms, his body deep inside hers and the look on his face, in his eyes when he lifted his mouth from hers to stare down at her.

He didn’t move. Didn’t shift his weight from her. He covered her, his cock deep inside of her, still semihard as Wyatt seemed to always be. His hands framed her face.

“I love everythin’ about you, Pepper. I love that you’re the mother of my children. I’m sorry I’m an ass sometimes, and I wish I could promise you it won’ happen again, but I think we have a better chance of it bein’ the truth if I promised you it would happen again.”

His confession made her toes want to curl. She loved that he was lying on top of her, pinning her beneath him, and when he looked at her, there was both a soft, special look in his eyes and a sheer male satisfaction. “I know that, Wyatt.”

“You goin’ to put up with me?”

“Yes. But I can’t promise I won’t kick you once in a while. Don’t embarrass me in front of your friends. I don’t know the rules of your world yet, Wyatt.” She pushed at his hair, liking the way it fell around his face. “I don’t always know what I’m supposed to wear or say or do. I’m just learning. Don’t take my confidence away like that again.”

“Pepper.” He groaned her name and kissed her eyes. Her chin. Her throat. And then came to settle on her mouth. He knew how to kiss. How to pour fire down her throat. How to make her body go soft and melt, just like her heart. He knew how to give her the most delicious aftershocks possible. But still, “Pepper” was not an answer. Not even when he said it in that voice.

“If you feel the need to reprimand me, you can take me in another room, or talk to me telepathically. You don’t have to be so… brutal about it.”

She let him see the hurt. He’d struck deep. She didn’t have a lot of confidence when it came to dealing with his friends and family. He’d stripped some of what had been hard won away from her. She let him see that as well.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’ll do my best to see that when the monster comes, I hold on to some kind of control. You’ve been workin’ hard to shield everybody, and I know that takes a toll on you. I can work just as hard to shield you when I get crazy mean.”

She shifted, letting him know to roll them over. Wyatt took the hint immediately. “I’m not through with you yet, sugar,” he whispered, and swept her hair out of the way so he could lick just behind her ear. It sent shivers up and down her body and quakes through it.

“I’m glad, but you got to have your fun, my love, let me have mine.” She shifted, starting to go onto her knees to allow him to slide out of her. His arms snapped around her. Hard. Tight. An unbreakable hold. Her gaze jumped to his. His eyes had gone liquid. Amazing. A dark chocolate that melted into an amazing pool she wanted to live in.

“You called me ‘my love.’ You never call me anything but Wyatt.”

“You are my love. I’m learning about love. That’s you. Only you.”

His smile was slow. Lazy. Loving. “I like you callin’ me that, honey. Whenever you want is good for me. Go ahead and get to doin’ whatever it is you want and then I’ll get to doin’ what I want. Tonight, you’re sleepin’ in my bed and my cock is goin’ to be buried deep inside your body. I want to sleep that close with you.”

Something inside her, the last fear, broke away. She loved the gentleness in his voice, the way he looked at her so tenderly just after he’d been rough and crazy in her arms and body.

She moved back so she could take a look at him lying there naked and so alive. So hers. “I’ve got these boots, and I’m in the mood to ride you hard and long, Wyatt. But first…” She bent her head and took him deep into her mouth, watching his eyes. Watching his pleasure. She loved that.





Chapter 19