Redeem (Whiskey Run Heroes 2)

I put my hands on his shoulders. “I love for you to make me come.”

The smile disappears, and in its place is a feral, possessive look that consumes me. “I’m clean, Madison. I’d never do anything to hurt you.”

I don’t even question him. “I know you wouldn’t.” I blink and take note of the intimate conversation between us. I know what he’s asking me. “I’m on the pill too.”

“I need to feel you... all of you.”

I lean up and kiss the tattoo on his chest. Does he not know that anything he asks of me he can have? I’ll give him whatever he wants. “I need to feel all of you too.”

He groans and starts to move his hips. He takes one hand to position himself, and before I know it, he’s plunging into me, making us one.

I clench my eyes shut tightly. There are so many emotions going through me, but the one that stands out most is the feeling that I never want this to end. I want this with John... however long I can have it.

10

John

Fuck, she feels good. She’s so tight, and I stop everything while my eyes roll back in my head. She mewls underneath me, snapping me back to reality. I stare down at her, and her eyes are hooded. “Look at me, Madison. I don’t want there to be any doubt who’s making you feel this.” I thrust into her as her eyes snap open, and she looks at me. I lean down, moving in and out of her. Her eyes are transfixed on mine. “Me, Madison. I don’t want you to even look at another man. You want to feel good, your body on fire... fuck, you want to feel loved... think of me, Madison. I’m the one you need.”

I said what I said, and there’s no taking it back. She brings it out of me, and I know there’s no way I could stand by and watch her with another man. I have shit to work out, but that’s exactly what I’m going to do because one kiss, one feel of her surrounding me is enough to do me in. I’m making her mine in every way I can. She may not know it yet, but she’ll figure it out soon enough.

I lift myself up and tilt her hips. Instantly she starts to climax, and I’m right behind her. I don’t stop until I’ve completely filled her up. She may be on the pill, but I don’t care. I still want to paint her insides with my cum.

When I’ve stopped moving, she’s staring up at me, her legs hooked around my back. I pull away and out of her. I walk into the bathroom, and when I come back, she’s standing up.

“Lie down.”

She points at the bathroom. “I was going to...”

When she looks at me wide-eyed and embarrassed, I nod my head, and she disappears into the bathroom. I clean myself up and sit down on the bed, still fully naked.

I wait five minutes and am about to go in after her when the door of the bathroom finally opens. She’s not looking at me and she has a towel wrapped around her. She reaches for the T-shirt she had on earlier and pulls it over her head before dropping the towel and sitting down on the other bed.

“What are you doing?”

She slides under the covers and pulls them up over her. “Going to sleep.”

I watch as her eyes close, and it’s hard to see what she’s thinking in this light when I can’t see her face clearly, but I know this isn’t going to work for me.

I stand up, still fully naked, and move to the other bed. I lift the covers up. “Slide over.”

She lifts her head. “What?”

I start to lie down, and she’s forced to move over or get squashed. She moves over way too far across the bed. “What is it? You had an itch you needed scratched and now you’re done?”

Her mouth drops, and she shakes her head. She’s pissed. Her eyes are all but drilling holes into me. “I didn’t fuck you because I had an itch.”

She’s spitting words at me, and I move closer to her. “First of all, I wouldn’t call that fucking. Second, why did you do it then?”

She backs up, trying to put more space between us, but I’m not going to let that happen. I move again, and this time when she tries to move, her back’s up against the wall. She huffs. “Why did I sleep with you? Duh, I mean, look at you.”

I chuckle and put one hand on her waist. “So you slept with me because you think I look good?” When she doesn’t answer, I ask her, “Okay, so why are you trying to get away from me? Why didn’t you come to my bed?”