Dark Child (Wild Men 5)

Strong, funny, perfect.

“Merc…” She moans, her pussy clenching around my cock, and my mind goes blank at the pressure.

“Yeah, baby.” Love how she moans my name as she comes.

Love everything about her.

All of her.

I frown, the thought zipping through me like lightning—and on its heels, my orgasm comes in a sudden hot rush. It’s a flood with an edge like a knife, the pleasure of it so sharp it startles a cry from me.

We shake and rock together, riding the ripples of our release. I reach up and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, to see her face.

She’s smiling.

This is what I want, I think with sudden clarity. Her. Being with her. My studies, my work, it’s all secondary, it’s all afterthoughts. Everything I do I wanna share with her, for all the time to come.

I just need to beat the goddamn dreams, go back to normal, forget about the bloody images, and be the man she needs.

Does she feel the same way? I wonder as she slumps against me in the cooling water, as I gather her up and wrap her in a towel.

I want her to move in with me, be my girlfriend. Officially. For all the world to know and see. I want… so much.

And since when do I feel so insecure with a girl?

Since I started caring for Cos, I realize. I never cared before, never wanted all these things with any girl.

I carry her to the bedroom, lay her on the mattress and put on the music.

Then I crawl into bed with her and roll her on her back so I can kiss every part of her, from her mouth to her neck, her arms, the inside of her elbows. I take my time with her breasts, licking and sucking on each sweet tight nipple until she’s squirming and making little breathless sounds of need. Lick my way down her belly and between her legs, parting them until I can drag my tongue over her clit, then bury my fingers inside her.

I finger her and lick her until she cries out and comes again, her pussy pulsing, getting slicker, wetter.

Moving over her, I kiss her, letting her taste herself on my tongue. And then I sink into her again, thrusting my cock deep into her heat. She’s panting, eyes dilated and black like the night, hips rolling together with mine. The first time in the tub was urgent, damn frantic.

I slow my thrusts, to feel every slide and shift, try to make it last. This is… so good I can’t stand it. I kiss her and we rock slowly, so slowly together, until pleasure rolls over us and we swallow each other’s moans.

I roll beside her, haul her against me and close my eyes. Never wanted to cuddle with a girl before—but with this one everything’s different. I wanna lie down with her every night, hold her and ask her how her day was, how her family is doing, what’s on her mind.

When she’s going to say she loves me.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Cosima

I’m sore between my legs and deeper inside, but I’m so high I’m dizzy. My body is heavy like a stone, pleasure still singing in my blood.

Singing Merc’s song.

Smothering a laugh, I turn my head to study him. He dropped off to sleep so quickly I didn’t even get a chance to talk to him today. Not yet. I doze on and off as he snores lightly beside me, his arm around me, muscles occasionally twitching and lashes fluttering, eyes moving rapidly as he rolls from dream to dream.

That reminds me of my dreams of him.

With the mess with my sister—who by the way won’t be back for another couple of days, and whom I need to call to see how things are with Griffin—I put off talking to Merc about it, and now, lying in a puddle of pleasure in his arms, it seems like a silly thing to obsess over.

I look at him sprawled on his back, all long golden limbs and that broad chest, one arm thrown up by his head. His hair glows like a halo around his head.

Eye candy.