Top Priority (The Game 1)

I lolled my head against the pillow and just barely managed to lift up enough to look between us. Trickles of come pulsed out of my cock, and I tasted it on Colt’s tongue as he fucked me into the mattress.

“I love you.” His breathing turned shallow.

I slipped my feet up his calves and pulled him down on me. “I love you too.”

“Say it again.”

I moaned. “I love you.”

“Again,” he growled, punching into me.

I locked my fingers at the back of his neck and spoke against his lips. “I love you, Colt. Don’t—Christ, fuck, don’t stop.”

He came at me from every angle, and it was uncomfortably hot. He messed with my head. I didn’t know what I wanted. I was spent, yet his raw urgency was infectious, and I was turning into a desperate animal to match his inner beast.

“Fill me,” I panted. “I wanna feel it. Come in me.”

Colt groaned and buried his head in the crook of my neck. “Almost there, baby.”

Time lost its footing and ceased to exist. Something unfurled within me, and I drew a ragged breath. I blinked. What the fuck was happening? Pleasure and pain zinged and zapped their way around my system, dropping lower and lower. I couldn’t come. Oh God, but I could. Just as Colt’s thrusts became irregular and his breathing stuttered, a rapid rush of overwhelming euphoria flew through me and temporarily immobilized me.

I’d used forced orgasms on subs before and caused more than a few dry climaxes, but Jesus Christ, it’d never happened to me. Of course, Colt had to be the one to push me through it.

Colt shuddered violently above me, his labored breaths hitting my neck.

“Holy fuck,” he rasped.

“Yeah,” I breathed.

I winced when he pulled out of me. Landing right next to me, he somehow mustered the strength to haul me with him. His chest became my pillow, and he intertwined our legs and hugged me to him.

The absolute tranquility of my mind, combined with being in his arms, made me feel like I could take on anything, and I’d be fine. We would be fine.

I placed a hand over his heart, feeling it beat rapidly while he calmed down.

“I’ve missed you.” I kissed his chest.

“Mmm.” He gave me a squeeze. “Once I knew I had you to come home to… You kept me going at times, Lucas.”

I lifted my head and rested my chin on his chest so I could see him. “I want to be what you need in all this. You’ve been through a lot, and I can’t imagine half of it.”

He hummed. “After five deployments, at least I’ve gotten good at communicatin’. I don’t think you’ll have a lot to worry about, but I promise I’ll tell you.”

“Good. Always be open.”

His mouth twitched, and I saw the innuendo coming from a mile away.

I narrowed my eyes. “Don’t.”

“I wasn’t gonna!” he laughed.

Sure.

It was better to change the subject. “Have you told your parents we’re going straight to DC tomorrow?”

Mia was returning to the base she was stationed at in Florida, and James and Mary were under the impression Colt would stay in Norfolk a few days. But given that he would live so close to his parents when he was at Langley, he’d be able to see them whenever. I, on the other hand, wanted to show my man the apartment that would be his part time until he could move to DC permanently.

“I’ll tell ’em at dinner,” Colt murmured sleepily and closed his eyes. “I ain’t spendin’ the next two weeks away from you.” He yawned. “Don’t be surprised if I tag along to work with you.”

I smiled.

I vowed to myself to make frequent trips to Langley once he was back on base.

It was easy to make plans and promises in the beginning of a relationship, even without the future…obstacles, one might call them…that we had, but the connection I felt with Colt had to be different. And we knew about the obstacles. We knew we’d have to address them eventually—way down the road when we were ready.

“We’re going to beat the odds, Colt.”

“Hmm?” He cracked one eye open and hugged me to him. “Of course we are, darlin’. It’s you and me.”

Him and me. And we’d tackle every curve ball life threw us—together.Epilogue 2“Oh wow. That’s… I don’t even know what to say.” I trapped the phone between my shoulder and cheek so I could spread the jelly on my toast. “Why would you ask that? It’s painful to think about.”

Colt lowered the newspaper he was reading and raised a brow in question.

“Ivy wonders what I’d choose, morning sex or coffee,” I said.

Ivy giggled in the background.

Colt scowled. “What a stupid fuckin’ question. Can we punish her?”

I grinned and sucked some jelly off the edge of my thumb. “Colt wants to punish you, dear.”