Cary (Henchmen MC Next Generation 5)

Sure, it was going to be a good six years of my life before I got there. But until then, I was volunteering at the women’s shelter.

And, well, enjoying my life.

Getting used to the town.

Hanging out with the princesses.

Going to self-defense classes.

Learning to become a part of the Henchmen family

And, of course, loving and being loved by Cary.

“Hey, love,” Cary said, coming in from the basement, eyes widening to see me. “I didn’t know you were dropping by.”

“Kent needed to see his girlfriend,” I told him, waving over to where Kent had stubbornly placed his giant head on Lola’s tiny foot, and promptly pretended to act like he was asleep so he didn’t have to move. “And I’m always happy to see you,” I added as he came up to me, wrapping his arms around me, and drawing me close.

“It has been a whole five hours,” he agreed, voice grave.

“I practically forgot what you looked like,” I agreed, getting a low chuckle out of him before he sealed his lips over mine.

“Well, we can’t have that, can we?” Cary asked, nipping my lower lip. “Want to get the full picture?” he murmured, voice velvet.

“Always,” I agreed, letting him take my hand and drag me down the hall to his bedroom.

“You’re just going to trust me with your child?” Dezi asked. “Interesting choice,” he added as we disappeared into the bedroom.

We barely got the door closed before Cary’s hands were yanking at my clothes, dragging my pants and panties down my legs, then dropping down in front of me. He reached for my leg, drawing it over his shoulder, then closing his mouth over my sex.

He was always enthusiastic when he went down on me, like he was a starving man, and I was the best feast he could imagine.

My hands slammed down on the top of his head, holding on as he expertly drove me up with his tongue and lips then, as I got closer and closer, his fingers inside me.

“No!” I cried when, at the last possible second, he yanked away, looking up at me with self-satisfied eyes, knowing how close I had been.

He’d never made me wait before. He hadn’t ever been a man to tease and deny. If anything, he seemed to enjoy seeing how many orgasms he could give me during a session.

A low chuckle moved through him as he got back to his feet, reaching down to draw my shirt up, then reaching around me to work my bra free.

His hands reached for mine, pulling me with him as he walked backward toward the bed.

He lowered himself down, but held me at arm’s length, his hungry gaze moving over me.

He did this a lot. Especially since the many months of being fed high-calorie and high-fat meals had finally packed on my missing pounds. And then some.

I constantly caught him looking at me, like he couldn’t get enough of me since my bones sank down below some healthy padding.

He was always running his hands over me too, getting to know the new curves, letting me know how much he appreciated them.

I’d always been shy about my nudity during my marriage. Then, with Raúl, my nakedness had become a source of shame and humiliation.

It was unexpectedly comfortable to be bare with Cary, to be exposed and vulnerable, because I knew he would appreciate it and show me how much he loved it.

There was so much empowerment in that.

So much, in fact, that I dropped one of his hands, but used the other to do a slow, sexy spin. My sex clenched hard as a low growl of approval moved through him before I finished the turn.

The heat in his gaze intensified as I lowered myself down in front of him, running my hands up his thighs, then working his pants free, and pulling out his straining cock, and closing my mouth around him.

He let me work him for a long time before he grabbed a handful of my hair that was slowly but surely growing in, and yanked me up.

A savage curse escaped him as my gaze found his.

He said nothing else, just dragged me up onto his lap, and slipped his cock up and down my cleft before pressing it against the entrance to my body, waiting for me to slide down his thick length.

“Faster, baby,” he demanded, voice rough, after I started to ride him slow and tentative because I knew it would drive him crazy, would give him a hint of the unmet need he’d given me a moment before.

When I didn’t immediately comply, he let out a grumble as he dropped flat on the mattress, grabbed my hips to hold them into place, and started to thrust up into me.

Fast.

So freaking fast that the orgasm built and built then exploded through my system before I could even brace myself for it, leaving me crying out his name as I fell apart.