Molly's Man (Haven, Texas 4)

“Now eyes back around and take a deep breath in.”

She took a deep breath in as he parted her ass cheeks wide. The ginger was much smaller than the plugs he’d been using on her, but there was no lube to ease the way so he moved in slowly, in small increments. It was wet and cold, but not unpleasant. By the time he let go of her ass, she was wondering what all the fuss was about.

“Damn, that’s a pretty sight. I’m going to have to do this more often.” He grabbed hold of her cheeks, massaging them. Then he struck out suddenly with his hand against her butt. She cried out, clenching down on the ginger root, forcing it to release some of its juices.

“Holy fuck, that stings.”

Another two smacks. “Watch your language, kitten. And you hold onto that ginger. If it falls out, I’m going to have to call for another piece.”

Tears stung her eyes as he continued to spank her ass. The heat from the spanking combined with the burning in her asshole was almost too overwhelming.

“No more keeping things from your Dom. No holding things back, even if it is to protect me, understand? My primary job is to look after you. I cannot do that if you hide things from me. And the same goes for me.”

“Does this . . . mean I get . . . to stick ginger up your butt?”

“Oh hell, no, kitten. Not even in your wildest dreams.”

Just when the pain reached the point of being too much, the clit tickler started to buzz. Her orgasm rushed at her with the force of a high-speed train.

“Jake! Jake!”

“Come, kitten. Come for me.” His hand landed again, and she screamed as she came, her orgasm so hard and intense the room spun around her.

Jake quickly withdrew the ginger from her ass, throwing it to one side. He couldn’t wait. He needed her. He’d stripped earlier in the bathroom. Now, he reached for a condom, feeling desperate.

He wanted to move slowly, to savor the moment that he entered her, but, instead, he found himself driving deep within her. God, that felt so good. He withdrew then pushed back into her. He couldn’t last. He tried to count, to distract himself, but the heat of her pussy and the way she kept clenching down on him as her orgasm still rippled through her body were too much for him. He was so close to the edge. He bit down on his lip, but he couldn’t hold back. His balls tight, the orgasm built in the small of his back and then he exploded.

She snuggled in against his warm chest. After that explosive orgasm, Jake had removed the clit tickler before carrying her into the bathroom where he’d bathed her. He’d been sweet and gentle, giving her time to come down from her high.

Now they were back in bed, cuddled up together. There was no where she’d rather be.

He ran his fingers down her arm. “I know you don’t want to talk about this, but I need to know what we’re dealing with. What’s your prognosis? Did you have a second opinion?”

She took in a sharp breath.

“Why didn’t they take the breast? Had it spread too far?”

She stiffened. “Um, I’m not sure.”

“You’re not sure about what?”

“Whether the cancer has spread.”

“They haven’t run other tests? What doctor did you see?”

“One in New York.”

“How long ago was that?”

“When the biopsy came back positive for cancer.” She hated thinking about this, but he had a right to ask these questions.

“What about chemo? A mastectomy?”

This was going to be hard to explain. “I decided I didn’t want treatment. Both my mom and grandma fought, and, in the end, they lost. I figured I’d be better off living my life rather than spending it sick and alone.”

He stiffened beneath her. “So you just made the decision to give up?”

She winced. “I didn’t really have much reason to fight.”