Chapter Twenty-Six

 

 

 

Will was a lucky man because not only had he had Sara once, but she was willing to give him this, a second chance. He might have never meant to hurt her, and he might have been trying to find the time to work it out what they had, but he’d fucked up. Yet, here she was, back in his arms and wanted in his life. Or to build a life with him.

The new team was gathered. The new approach all but dissected. He couldn’t see a flaw, but he’d not seen one before, either.

Carson nodded to Petrok. “It sounds like we have a plan. Petrok, I want you on back up. When this goes down, where she goes you go. Cody, you will be on both of them.” Cody settled back down from where he’d immediately risen to his full height. No doubt not willing to let his woman near the bastard. “Mitchell, what you can supply?”

“I’ve got cameras in all locations, except bathrooms and dressing rooms. The doors and halls are covered. These are my cameras, and believe me, that little bastard wishes he could tap into them. No offence, Jones, but that’s reality.” Jones grudgingly nodded. “There are six ex-special forces as bouncers, and both head bartenders. My locker”—he jabbed his thumb behind his back at the wall—“is stocked, but you have your own weapons, I’m certain. I can set up the sound, so we miss nothing.”

“Excellent, Mitchell, glad to see you didn’t lose your edge.” Troy grinned.

“That’s one of us,” Will heard Mitchell mutter. “We start now. I’ll make some calls.” Mitchell stood from his slouch against the wall.

Carson stood, as well. “Everyone but Petrok and Cody are under the radar, in the club—”

Will cut that short. “Not a chance. I’m staying with Sara, now, tonight and every second in between.”

“It’s best,” Petrok said, after everyone else hadn’t lifted their eyes to meet his. “He’d drive us all as crazy as he has for the last few weeks. We interrupted our honeymoon for this, Carson. Let’s get this done. The drug, Potter, all of it this time.”

Carson exhaled heavily but Will knew he’d get his way, or he would make the last few weeks seem like a holiday.

“Fine,” Carson barked. “We meet back here. Does this sound like something you can manage, Ms. Stevens?”

Sara shivered, but she nodded. She always did that when she was scared. She didn’t speak. She nodded.

“It’ll be fine. We will all be here, all of us,” he assured her.

“I know. I want this over.”

“It will be.” One way or another, Potter was going down. He shared a glance with Mitchell and knew the man felt the same way. He would have been jealous but he’d researched every inch of Sara’s life and outside of the dumbass in Wyoming, she dated, but never made it last for more than a month or two. She’d never left the club with a man, and she’d never thought of Mitchell as anything more than a boss.

The reality of that had hit hard. He hadn’t been fair to her. He’d assumed things about her and gone on that. He’d make it up to her. As soon as this was done.

Tightening his grip on her hand, he helped her to her feet. “Let’s go. You need rest, and I need a shower.”

“Thank God for that,” Troy grumbled.

Sara giggled then covered her mouth, but her eyes were radiant. He’d make sure they would be again—and more often, too.

 

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“Angel, don’t look so damn scared,” William growled.

Sara dragged her eyes off his aroused penis with a great deal of hesitation. She’d seen him so hard it’d been hours of love making and more than a few orgasms before he’d grown flaccid. But today he was so intimidating she couldn’t breathe properly. It didn’t seem to her as if it was only his erection that had grown bigger. He was leaner, but somehow that made him larger—tougher—harder.

“Have I ever hurt you?”

“No.” She knew he worried over that—and always took his time because of it. Only once had he taken her hard from the start, or maybe twice, but she’d always been so turned on it hadn’t mattered. Now wasn’t going to be one of those times. It’d been weeks since her body had accepted his. She backed up one more step until she collided with the bathroom wall.

He laughed and reached down to stroke himself. “Honey, you’re not very convincing.”

She licked her lips nervously, watching him as he stroked up and around the thick swollen length to the darker crown.

“I missed you.”

“I can tell.” She shivered all over in anticipation, but a thought held her attention. “You didn’t—you know…?”

“Sleep without you? Eat? Know which way was up? You scared me out of years of my life. Years I want to spend with you.”

“Well, you didn’t say a word about that before, now did you?” she asked, nodding toward what he was doing now. “And stop that!” Of course, he didn’t stop. He was driving her crazy with touching himself so completely without any shame.

“I guess I have some points to make clear to you still. One being, this is for real. It’s not going to end—here, now, next year, twenty years from now. It’s about time you accepted that I fouled up. But I never dropped the ball, angel. I’m about ready to make sure you know who’s in charge of this game.”

Oh, God, he’d never talked like that before, not so brazenly laying it out there for her to see. She could picture him in twenty years, still demanding, still firm and still loving her, even if he drove her crazy.

She was so ready for him her panties were wet. But he held back, watching her while he slowly stroked his raging hard on.

“No one’s in charge.”

“You know better than that,” he whispered, and that was it. She could see the change in his light eyes, and knew a second before he moved she wasn’t going to have to wait much longer.

He caged her in with such a swift move, one minute she was alone, facing him, the next all six feet plus of aroused male was up against her. She held her breath as she felt his hard on pushed insistently at her hip, apparently more than eager to prove his point.

“Maybe after you scream out you third or fourth orgasm, you’ll remember, too. I’m a patient man.”

She moaned. He was. “You’re going to kill me.”

“I’m going to make you come,” he corrected, spreading her robe and letting the silk slide to the ground. He made a hungry sound as her body was revealed, but other than lodging his thigh between her legs and his body tightly to hers he didn’t say a word. He didn’t have to. His bare, muscled leg against her clit was enough to send shockwaves up and down her body.

Again, he must have known because he captured her mouth and cupped her breast with one hand and began pulling on her nipple the way she loved. He didn’t make her wait for more. It was almost as if he knew she was on the border of coming or he couldn’t wait himself. He gripped her hand with his other hand and dragged hers to his velvety erection.

God, she loved it when he did that. It was so personal, knowing him this way. No matter what else, she would always know that this was her man. He was hers in a way that no one else would ever have him. He’s mine. He has to mean it. He’s mine.

Touching him again, after so long away from him, had her mouth watering in anticipation. She wanted him. It didn’t matter if he was hard or soft or covered in chocolate or dripping with water from a shower. Or wet with her. She wanted him.

The kiss grew hotter. William groaned and she felt the vibration down her body.

“William.” She put every ounce of desperation her voice. “I can’t wait.” Within seconds, he had her ass on his hands. She gripped his silky hair and tightened her other hand on the hood of his erection, knowing exactly how to drag him with her when she lost control.

“Goddamn, yes,” he groaned, and that was it. Like a match to gasoline-soaked wood she climaxed.

The trembles were so hard, her pussy clenched down on nothing but she still loved every second. William was a warm, solid wall of muscle. He kneaded her butt and let out a low growl. He also made a fast grab for her hand. Groaning louder, he spurted cum over their fingers. Like always, his orgasm made hers go wild.

When she could breathe again he was carrying her to bed, pressing hot kisses to her lips and face. “God, I missed you. I want to do that again, but deep inside you where I plan on staying. Just my flesh, hot and bare, inside your pussy, angel.”

She wanted that, too. His baby. A child with William’s light hair and hazel eyes. Her heart clenched painfully at the thought. “We might get more than we bargained for…”

“I already have more than I deserve,” he whispered hoarsely. He was so tender, climbing over her, tears eased past her lashes. He didn’t see them and she was glad of it, especially when his bare body settled against hers. She clasped his face and drew him down for a kiss. With a rumbling sound, he lodged the head of his cock to her entrance.

“I need you,” he ground out roughly. “All of you.”

She widened her knees and stroked down his muscled back to press on his ass. “I need you, too.”

“I don’t want to scare you, but I have to tell you… I’ve kept things from you before and they bit me in the ass. I won’t do that again.” His eyes glowed with such emotion she had to swallow past her own, but she nodded, unsure where this was going, but trusted he had to tell her something important. “I think the Sentinel drug worked on me in a way that no one expected. I heal faster. I can endure more. Do more. But I… I also think it made a match with us. I think that’s why I could get your sexy butt in my bed. I knew it, too. You’re so damn small, and I’m not.” He laughed, and finally lifted his head to meet her eyes. “But we always fit, I might have to work at it, but you take me.”

“William, women have babies all the time and, you know, you’re not that big,” she assured him, half-laughing. “I mean, big boy, you are big, but you’re not freakish and if you didn’t notice, I climaxed more than you do every time. Every time,” she repeated.

His expression tightened more than relaxed. “Did you hear me? I think that drug—”

“William Bryson, no drug made us so good together. No drug made us like each other, or share the same taste in pizza and movies. That was us. Now…” She pulled herself up with her arms around his neck and kissed his sculpted lips. “Stop talking and fuck me.”

“Hell, don’t say that,” he growled. “You know I don’t take orders.”

“I’ve gone weeks without the feel of you filling me, and that’s hours and hours too long. Why are you hesitating? You know you want it. Or do you?”

“Do I? I want you until I can’t think straight. Hell, I lost my mind the first time you kissed me.”

“Then?” she asked, more confused now than ever. “What’s the problem?”

“I want it all. If you’re getting up on that stage, I want to know that every inch of you is mine. I want everyone to know I’m the man—the only man—you want near you. Me.”

Even more confused, she fell back to stare up at him. His face was flushed, his muscled chest tight, his jaw tense. She was confused more than ever.

“I don’t understand. Do you want to tattoo your name on my ass? What?”

He suddenly twisted and took her with him so he was on his back and she was now on his stomach, straddling. It was so fast she went breathless. She steadied herself with both palms flat on his solid chest. “I don’t want you hurt. Today. Tomorrow. Ever.”

She smoothed her hands upward to rub her fingers over his silky lips. Her hair fell down around their heads, creating a curtain of privacy from the stale hotel room. “I don’t want to be either. You hurt me. But maybe I hurt you too.” As she said it, she realized it was true. She’d heard part of a conversation then saw part of a text and called him horrible things without waiting on him to respond.

“I deserved everything you did and said.” He slid his hands down her back to hold her by her hips. “I could have been honest. None of your pain would have happened then. None of it.”

There was nothing to say to that. They might have to learn this trust thing step by step.

“Let’s take baby steps okay? Trust isn’t our thing.” She shrugged. “But we can try. Later. After we make love again, and maybe again.”

His gaze turned hotter, intense in that way she had missed. “We’re going to have a lifetime to make this work.” God, how good does that feel to hear? “Right now, though, I’m about to go up in flames.” He shifted his body and brought her chest down to his. She sucked in a breath as he reached down and positioned himself at her pussy. Then stayed there, his rigid erection poised at her entrance.

A plaintive moan escaped her lips. “William, don’t you dare tease me!”

“Angel.” He laughed and surprised her by nuzzling her throat and grazing his hands up her thighs. “I love every inch of you, and this”—he slowly eased inside—“is going to be fucking perfect.”

“Fucking perfectly?”

“That, too.” He slid deeper, no doubt because she was still impossibly slick from her orgasm moments before. But he was still big. His shaft spread her. The entire time, he watched her face. His irises flickered from dark to light. It was so intimate she couldn’t bear it, but didn’t want to miss a moment of his expression. “Just think how hot we’re going to be when we have nothing to do but this.”

Oh, God. She felt as if she’d flooded with wetness at those words. “You’re talking about this on purpose. Trying to distract me,” she accused and watched his dazzling smile appear.

He bent closer and feathered his lips along her jaw. “I want you to love every second of our lives together. Every single kinky thing we can think up.” He grinned at her, all cocky macho man.

“I want that, too…but faster now.” The slow sensuous pace felt good, but she needed all of him. “Harder, please, oh God, I can’t handle the teasing now. I want harder. All of you.”

Instead of obeying, he laughed low and rough, then captured her nipple and drew on it repeatedly. Tingling sensations rippled down to her stomach to her pussy and around the length of his shaft. Oh, God.

If that wasn’t enough to drive her crazy, he began fucking in and out, groaning with each bounce of their bodies. His mouth was perfect on her breast. She was going to lose her mind, though because William took his time, knowing it drove her even higher. By the time he’d licked and kissed every inch of each her breasts then moved on to her neck and finally kissed her lips, she was dizzy. Her hands slipped on the bed, and she fell forward on top of him. His skin was slick with sweat adding to the sensations bombarding her. He tilted her hips up with this thrusts, holding her ass so firmly he could drive into her at his own pace.

“I can’t get enough of you. I’m going to keep you like this, in bed all day,” he warned. “I’m holding on to our dreams, Sara. You. You’re my dream.”

She would have answered, would have told him she loved him, but he pistoned his hips hard enough to knock the bed to the wall. With the loud crashes, he seemed to grow more excited. A tight cry broke past her lips and she clung to him, then gasped in shock against his warm throat when he added a light smack to her ass. A rush of shivers raced all over her flesh. He did it again, this time rubbing inward until his fingers brushed along her easily reminding her he wanted anal sex. The thought turned her wild.

“I can hear how much that turns you on,” he growled the words. Suddenly he was deep, as deep as she knew he could go and everything, the long nights, her fears, their fight, all of it vanished. He pulled her head up from his neck with a gentle hold on her hair. She rose above him, using her hand on his chest to steady herself. His shaggy eyebrows were drawn down as if the effort to keep his rhythm going took most of his concentration. “Never letting you go, angel.”

Her heart pounded. All the worries, the hurt she’d endured felt exposed and bare. His eyes narrowed to slits and the heavy flush of his lust colored his face. Watching her, he held himself still. Even if she’d tried, she couldn’t have hidden how badly she wanted him, how deeply she loved him. She squeezed down around his shaft, moaning in need as he tightened his hands on her butt.

“It’s good, isn’t it? The two of us. We’re made for each other. You and me, Sara. It’s gonna be you and me.” He held himself there, deep inside her body, a firm solid shaft that began to make her unravel. He tugged her down to suck on her lip, adding a sharp bite that shocked her. “You and me until we’re blessed with more.”

“Oh, my God,” she panted, completely off balance. She wanted that. William’s child. Our child.

Little micro bursts of shivers exploded in her pussy, beginning that pre-tightening along her vagina that meant she was going to come. Those shivers intensified to something addictive. It built, until with a rush, the pleasure exploded. She had to have him. As much of him as she could get. She caught his mouth with hers and kissed him, driving her tongue along his. His chest tingled her sensitive nipples and his cock pulsed, hard and hot inside.

He groaned heavily and held her hips so firmly she knew she’d have bruises but didn’t care. The orgasm crested, almost crashed, slowed, then he shifted his head and whispered in her ear, “Come for me, Sara.”

Her body clenched. Deep inside, where his erection pinned her in place, she squeezed him. Her legs began to shudder. Her back arched. The orgasm blossomed. Grew out of control. Exploded.

There was no extra breath for screaming, no extra anything, only an overabundance of such pleasure she clung to him. Everything but him disappeared. It continued, wave after wave until she was flying free. She let it. William had her. He held her close in the rough seas he created and she knew it was William, it would always be William, who let her fly.

“Yes, that’s it, that’s it.” He kissed her temple gently. “I love you, Sara, always have, always will. We’re gonna have the house and yard, the dog and cat, and so many kids we’ll never have a moment’s rest. You and me, angel. You and me.”

His murmured words only made it worse. She’d longed for them, had ached to hear them. Now, loving her so exquisitely he not only said them, but suddenly, she knew, he’d showed her, too. He’d always been showing her—with his every action, his touch, his love making, his tone—he loved her. Everything about their interactions was laced with it. I was too blind to see.

“Oh, God, William! I love you, love you so much,” she whispered.

He grunted in her ear, then began thrusting wildly. The bed crashed to the wall, his hectic groans sounded in her ear, and his sweaty body glided roughly under hers with each desperate lunge. Sensations built higher and higher until she did scream.

His erection grew impossibly big. She sobbed into his shoulder. He lifted her hips higher and higher as he thrashed between her thighs. His ragged breaths deepened, until his groans grew so loud they were like a roar.

Then, he froze and buried deep inside her body, he let out a long, intense groan of such pleasure she trembled. All at once, she felt it. His hot cum filling her.

With the first blast, he arched his hips upward off the bed. His grip on her butt turned painfully tight as he jerked and shuddered out his release.

As his cum hit, she cried out and dropped into another climax. It went on and on, growing with each wave.

“Woman,” he groaned in her ear and tightened his hands on the sheets. His body still trembled with aftershocks, making her shake as well. With another low moan, her name came from him even as he pressed warm kisses to her lips. “I love you.”