“Better keep quiet,” he said. “Don’t wanna wake anyone.”
He slid out and slammed back in, and I bit down on my lower lip. I pushed my hips back into him, trying to get him to go faster. It was torture, holding back my sounds. I wanted to moan his name, to groan and whimper with every stroke he took. He kept pulling out and pressing back in, emptying me before filling me up. Every time he slid out, I panicked, wondering if he would come back to me.
Then he rewarded my patience with another pulse of electricity.
He picked up his pace, his balls slapping against my clit. I was trying so hard to swallow down my sounds, but it was becoming almost impossible. Tears rose in my eyes as my skin flushed with frustration. My pussy was throbbing, and I could feel that fire burning behind my abdomen.
But as if he could read my mind, he let go of my hair and my face fell into the bed.
“Oh, Graham. Holy shit. Yes. So good. Oh, keep going. Keep going. Don’t stop. Keep going. Yes. Yes. Yes!”
His hand cracked against my ass just as my body came around his cock. The burning sensation catapulted me to a world I’d never experienced before, and a tear of pleasure slipped down my cheek. He felt so good. Too good. Heavenly good. I moaned into the sheets as his cock rode me through my orgasm, my pussy massaging him as juices began to drip down my stomach.
But he wasn’t done with me.
I could feel his cock begging for more.
His knees hit the bed between my legs, and he picked me up around my waist. My body felt limp like a rag doll being tossed around in the wind. We fell to our side on top of the comforter of my bed, and his hand slid down my thigh. He picked up my leg and tossed it behind me, wrapping it back around his hips.
Then, I felt his cock at my entrance again.
His teeth nibbled on my shoulder as he moved my hair from my face. My chest was panting for air and sweat was dripping down the back of my neck. He showered me with kisses. He watched as a salacious flush crept along the curves of my body. His fingertips slid up and down my side, sending goosebumps ricocheting over my limbs.
He slid into me, sending me diving back into his ocean as his cock pressed against my walls.
He grunted in my ear with every thrust. His hands massaged my tits and tugged at my nipples. I reached back and fisted his hair, pulling his lips into my neck as he bit into my skin.
He couldn’t bite hard enough. He couldn't fuck me long enough. My legs were shaking, and tears were rising in my eyes, and I loved every second of it. His hand cracked against my ass again, and I begged him for more. Again. And again. And again, until my entire cheek was on fire.
I was dripping on the bed as he pounded against my ass.
“Cindy, fuck, yes. Shit. Come for me. Give into me. Take it. Take it all.”
His fingers parted my pussy folds, and I knew I was done. He stroked my clit, petting it as I melted into his body. Stars burst in my vision, and every muscle in my body tensed. He commanded my body like a fine-tuned instrument. He knew which chords to strike and what buttons made what sounds. I felt him smiling into my neck while his fingers worked my clit. My entire body pulsed for him as I rose into the heavens before my orgasm slammed me against the ground.
I pressed into his body, feeling his muscles pull taut. I milked his dick with every ounce of strength I had as his hips stuttered. He was chanting my name in my ear. Calling me beautiful and wonderful and perfect. I jerked as he slid into me, pumping me full of his thick, hot cum as he sighed heavily against my ear.
I stayed pressed into him as his fingers slowed their ministrations on my clit.
His biting became sucking, and he kissed the teeth marks he’d left behind. He nuzzled into them, groaning as he felt their indentions. I was breathless. Exhausted. My fire had been extinguished, but the embers still burned for him. I felt our juices leaking from me as he slowly pulled away.
But his grip around my body grew tighter as he lay there.
I felt safe with him in my bed. His dominant nature was something that was new to me, but I loved every ounce of it. My ass was throbbing, and my neck was burning, but I knew a man with that kind of passion wouldn’t deliver it if he didn’t feel it.
Didn’t mean it.
I wanted him to stay, but I knew he couldn’t.
“Are you okay?” Graham asked.
“I’m so much better than okay,” I said.
“Good,” he said with a chuckle. “I’m glad.”
“I know you have to leave.”
“I don’t want Lily waking up and walking in on us. Might be confusing to her.”
“Oh, I know. Doesn’t change the fact that I wish you could stay.”
He turned me over onto my back and covered my body with his. I ran my hands over the divots of his muscles, taking in their sculpted form. He was a strong man, thick with strength and dripping with passion. I could feel my body rising to the occasion again simply by taking him in this way with his muscles shining with sweat and his breath pulsing against my lips.
It was all too much, and I lifted my face to taste him again.
“If you do that again, I won’t be able to leave,” Graham said.
“Then don’t leave,” I said.
“I have to.”
“I’ll set an earlier alarm.”
“I can’t,” he said.
He rolled off to the side and slid off my bed. I watched his naked body open my bedroom door before he left for my living room. I heard him picking up clothes and gathered up glasses. I could see him pulling on his shirt before he buttoned his pants and zipped them up.
He walked back into the room and sat on the edge of my bed, his fingers smoothing my hair away from my face.
“Sleep well, all right?”
“I will,” I said. “As long as you do.”
“I always sleep well after being with you,” he said.
He dipped his lips to mine and kissed me one last time before he walked away. I heard his footsteps falling against the tiles of the kitchen, and then my front door opened. I closed my eyes as I heard it shut, creating a barrier I didn’t want between him and me.
He was gone, and I was alone.
And I wished it didn’t have to be that way.
CHAPTER 26
GRAHAM
I dipped my head underneath the hood of a car and tried to work out my aggression. I couldn’t get my night with Cindy out of my fucking head. I knew I was developing feelings for her. Strong ones. I hadn’t commanded a woman like that since Cary. And the way Cindy moaned for me, begging me for more of it. The animal inside of me had snapped. There was something about holding her close. Marking her as mine. Tossing her around and caressing every inch of her that made me feel closer to her. My heart was fluttering just thinking about it, but I kept flinching at every sound I heard.
My paranoia was getting bad, and I knew it was because I was scared. I couldn’t stay away from Cindy, but I had no idea how to protect her from the men chasing me down and my prior agency trying to find me. I had unanswered questions that meant the difference between life and death for her and her daughter, and I was no closer to figuring them out.
I was petrified of losing them the way I had Cary and Kason.
I thought back to one of our conversations as I took apart the engine of a truck. The thing was oily and rusted and not worth its weight in fucking salt, but Kevin was paying me a hell of a lot of money to fix the damn thing. I wanted Cindy and Lily to be okay. I didn’t know how else to protect them other than to leave them behind. I could uproot and find another city and take the heat with me.
But I didn’t want Cindy thinking I didn’t care about her.
She was precious, a headstrong woman with a daughter to provide for. And I couldn't get that conversation of ours out of my head. She’d mentioned a bed and breakfast and talked about how her dreams had fallen to the side after her husband died. While I understood why that happened, it didn’t have to be that way.