Then she pulls back slightly, her hungry gaze holding mine, her fingertips tracing down my throat. “Are we heading back to the hotel next?”
“Yeah.” Because I can’t control this need much longer. I’ve shown her our future. Now we’ll start it. “So you like the house?”
Silently she nods. Then she just fucking turns me inside out when she whispers, “But I don’t care where we live. As long as I’m with you.”
The same thing I said to her. So she’ll try to believe in what I’m telling her about me and our kids being safe, and about her being different from the monster who attacked her. She’ll try to believe in me loving her and that being enough to tame her beast.
She’ll give me the chance. And that’s all I need.
I lean in to kiss her again but she angles her head to get at my throat, and I feel a gentle nip. Truly a love bite. Not hurting, not breaking skin, not even hard enough to bruise. Just my woman, staking a sweet claim—and ripping my soul apart. Shredding me open to unleash the ravenous need I’ve been holding back. Because I haven’t staked my claim yet. I had her on my cock. But she didn’t know I was staying. She didn’t know I was more than a man. She didn’t know she was mine.
Now I won’t leave any fucking doubt.
A second after she swipes her tongue over my neck, as if soothing that tiny nip, I’ve got her facedown over the end of the picnic table. With a yank, I drag her shorts and panties down to her ankles. She gives a strangled gasp when I take a long lick through her pussy on the way back up, groaning at the sweet taste, at how wet she is, at the evidence of how much she needs me, too.
“Biting me soaked you up good, didn’t it?” I growl, slicking the head of my erection through those drenched folds until the blunt tip lodges right into the quivering well of her entrance. “And pushed me right over that fucking edge.”
With a hard thrust, I shove into her—the few inches that I can get in easy. Fuck. She’s so tight. So goddamn hot. Alicia cries out, arching her back, pushing her hips up. Begging for more. Grunting with each rough stroke, I work deeper into that scalding wetness, gripping the nape of her neck and keeping her pinned to the tabletop when she tries to rise up onto her elbows.
“Ranger! Oh my god.” Her eyes roll back, her soft mouth going slack as I bottom out, her slick passage sucking and pulling the length of my shaft. “It’s so good,” she chants. “So good, so good.”
Too fucking good. Lust knots up everything inside me, holds me in a grip as tight as her cunt. Her pleasured cry echoes through the trees when I pump my thick inches deep into her again.
“You’d best stay quiet.” Every word is snarled as I brace my hand beside her shoulder and buck into her, hard and fast, her moans rising with every slap of my hips against her round ass. “Unless you want someone to come looking to see what all this noise is. Unless you want them to know that you got me so fucking hot, I couldn’t wait one goddamn minute to get you back to our room and had to mount you right here.”
“Oh god, Ranger.” Her cunt clenches around my cock and she writhes back against me, so wet that each smack of our flesh is getting louder and sharper, each hard fuck into her slippery channel smoother and faster. “Please.”
“‘Please’ what? You want me to start bellowing so someone comes to see how the good little Miss Simmons drives me so goddamn wild that I had to bend her over right fucking here. Had to stretch her pussy with my dick right fucking here.” Fisting my hand in her hair, I pull her head back, rasp into her ear, “Had to fill her with my cum, right fucking here. Is that what you want, baby? You want people to see how I’ve got no choice but to fuck you until your cunt sucks me dry and I’ve emptied all this need up inside you?”
Her inner muscles tighten up on me again. She’s making gasping little sobs now, eyes blind with pleasure. Growling with every thrust, I lean in harder.
“But I’d tear out their eyes before letting anyone see. Just like I almost fucking did last night. You walked into the restaurant in that little dress and every man in the place got hard, looking at you. I could smell it. Walking to your side was like walking through a filthy swamp filled with horny bastards dreaming of spreading your thighs and getting a taste of you. Did you like that, too? Knowing I’d have torn apart anyone who tried to touch you? Anyone who tried to get in the way of my having you?”