Rich Soldier (The Dirty Thirty Pledge 2)

He pulls me closer again, weaving one hand into my hair and pulling gently and I shiver again. Dammit.

“Are you going to say no again?” he asks, his lips brushing against my temple.

I take a deep breath. “No.”

10

Wallace

It all happens very quickly. Because once Tia consents, I can’t hold myself back anymore. I lift her up so her legs wrap around my waist and I lower us down into the back of the pickup. She caught me at the perfect time because I’m already half-dressed and it only takes a couple of movements to strip my pants off, and couple more for me to strip off hers.

I press my lips against hers again, and her cherry flavored gloss sends me spiraling back in time. I’m delirious to be so close to her again, and even though I know we’re still broken, the fact that she’s here with me is a step forward. The past two weeks, keeping myself away from her, never saying a word, never more than a smile, have been hell.

Every night I’ve had to get myself off because I couldn’t breathe without thinking of her, and I’ve spent my days hard just being near her.

So today, now, touching her, breathing in her scent, sheathing myself in a condom and sinking into her feels like a goddamn miracle. She groans underneath me, and I swear that being inside her is the best thing that I’ve ever felt. It always has been, and I’m going to do my best that it always will be. I wish I could take my time, but just like at the house, neither of us can take it slow. We need hard and fast and god yes, and fuck.

“Yes,” I say to her, because that’s all there is. “Yes.” My lips crash down onto hers as I thrust in deep, and her pussy clenches around me like a vice. A perfect vise. That I never want to lose again.

Tia wraps her legs around my waist, and I love the feeling of her heels digging into my ass, urging me faster. She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I’ll gladly fuck her hard and then do it again. And again. Anything to show her that I want her to be mine. I grind my hips down onto hers, purposely catching her clit between our bodies, and she gasps, eyes going wide with shock and pleasure.

I forgot how much I like this position, where I can see her face and know how close she is. See how she’s reacting to my teasing so I can drive her crazy. Weaving my hand into her hair again, I pull her head back so I can reach her neck, sucking hard. I want to leave a mark so she’ll remember the kind of pleasure only I can give her, and I want to see it on her.

Just the thought makes me drive faster, harder, and Tia bites down on her lip to keep from crying out. She’s never been quiet during sex, and there’s part of me that wants to hear her scream out in the open. And another part of me that wants to keep this safe and quiet. Later, once I win her back, we’ll take a trip so far out into the hills that she can scream as loud as she likes.

Reaching between us, I find her clit with my fingers, pinching and rolling, and she shudders beneath me, going rigid. And then she groans, her body shaking with her orgasm and her breath coming in little pants in my ear. Her pussy is fluttering against my cock, and I love the way she’s gripping my shoulders like she needs to hold on. Like I’m her anchor. Yes.

That thought rides down my spine and with one final thrust, I come, lightning pouring through my body as I slam deep, shuddering with the force of the climax.

We’re both breathless and spent. I don’t want to move, but we’re not here for cuddling. This was to clear the air. I pull my pants back on and it’s another second before Tia does the same and shoves her feet back into her boots. Not a second too soon either, because her father comes around the trees. “Tia?”

I quickly manage to throw on my new shirt, just like I was doing when Tia came around the corner. He stops, but he doesn’t seem to find anything odd about the situation. “I saw your car was still here,” he says. “Just checking to make sure you’re all right.”

Tia isn’t looking at him, and her face is burning bright red with a blush at the close call. “I’m fine, Dad. Just talking to Wallace for a minute. I’m about to head home.”

“All right. I’ll see you in the morning. Night, Wallace.”

“Night, sir.”

Neither of us say a word until we hear his car door slam.