Take (Deliver 5)

While Tiago spent the past three weeks running his business from the penthouse office, she passed the time with Boones, learning the basics of emergency medicine. She initiated the instruction, and Boones was more than willing to share his knowledge.

“If you ever decide to become a doctor,” Tiago said, “Boones would be an excellent mentor.”

“I know.” She gave him a small smile.

He clasped her tiny waist and lifted her to fasten his mouth to hers. After a few dizzying sips, he adjusted her legs around his and reached for his phone.

“One more gift tonight.” He unlocked the screen.

“I don’t think the last one can be topped.”

A swarm of energy buzzed in his gut as he handed her the phone. “The video is a couple of hours old.”

She glanced at him, directed her eyes on the screen, and stopped breathing.Tiago’s back rippled with tension as he absorbed Kate’s reaction.

She held the phone tightly, her gaze glued to the screen. Face contorted. Lips pinched. Tears breaching the waterline.

The recorded video showed Lucia entering the shack with Cole Hartman. Tate looked at her, and it took a moment for him to come to terms with her presence. But once he did, he pulled her into his arms and held onto her like he would never let her go.

“I’ve waited three months to see this.” A keening sob tore from Kate’s chest.

“I know.” He hadn’t expected to feel so relieved by the reunion. It put a strange warmth in his chest and shifted the shape of his mouth.

“You’re smiling.” Her own smile trembled beneath streams of drippy tears as she watched the video until the end. “I guess you’re happy about your experiment.”

“No.” He took the phone from her and set it aside, tasting the thick onus of his words. “I regret it deeply.”

She traced gentle fingers along his hairline, her eyes bright and wet as she watched his face, waiting for him to elaborate.

“I shouldn’t have separated them.” He reclined against the headboard, his stomach a hard knot. “If someone did that to me, if I lost you for three months…” He dragged a hand down his face. “I can’t even let my mind go there.”

Crushed by guilt and unbalanced with relief, he wanted to end the bleed of vulnerability and kiss her until neither of them could think straight.

“He’s free.” She touched her brow to his and breathed a blissful sound against his lips. “In the end, you did the right thing. You let him go.”

But she wasn’t free. She wanted autonomy more than anything else, and he couldn’t give that to her. He would never let her go.

“Thank you for the video.” She touched her lips to his cheek. “For putting a stop to kidnapping.” She kissed the corner of his mouth. “For never breaking your promises.”

She trailed a sensual path of sucking nips down the line of his neck, across his shirtless chest, and lower, arrowing straight toward his hardening cock.

“Kate.” Lust ran riot through his body, tensing muscles and tightening his balls.

She inched down the length of his reclined frame, nipple piercings glinting in the lamplight and blue eyes peering up through long lashes, drawing him in, pulling him deeper.

She’d never gone down on him, and he never forced it. Her ferocious temper and sharp teeth wasn’t a combination he’d wanted near his dick.

Her hands slipped beneath the waistband of his briefs, as if to relieve him of that last bit of clothing. But she hesitated, head down, hiding her face.

Images of his cock sinking between her pillowy lips heated his insides to a smoldering boil. He snared her by the hair and wrenched her head back. “Don’t fucking tease—”

“I’m not.” Her eyes snapped to his, her expression a composition of longing and moxie, at odds with the tears flitting down her cheeks.

“What are you doing, Kate?” He released her hair.

“I don’t know.” She sniffed and tugged his briefs down his legs, freeing his erection. “I guess I’m trying to properly thank you, but also…” She clutched the base of his erection and gave him a hard, confident stroke. “I want to do this for myself.”

His head rocked back, and he gasped for air as his entire body stiffened and throbbed, strumming beneath her wicked touch.

He tolerated it through a few more strokes before he closed a fist around hers and took over. Kicking his hips, he drove hard and fast into the clasp of their hands.

Her eyes found his. She yanked her grip away, and in the next heartbeat, she replaced it with the hot, wet heaven of her mouth.

“Holy fuck.” He clutched her head and worked himself deeper into the back of her throat, shaking and thrusting with urgency. “Jesus, Kate. That feels fucking incredible.”

It had been twelve years since he’d let anyone suck him. It was long enough ago that even a half-ass blow job would feel extraordinary right now.