Dax (The Theriot Family 4)

Dax glared at his brother. He wasn’t happy, but he went along with him. Seeing the two of them together, I could understand what Dax meant about their ability to communicate without words. Dax needed that bond, and he would do anything to make his brother happy. How could he think he was evil?

He was loyal and caring, and damn if watching him fight hadn’t turned me on. Some primitive part of my brain had taken control and told me to jump him the minute he pulled me up the bank. He was so fucking impressive. I wanted to drag him deeper into the woods and get on my knees for him. Maybe being with him was making me crazy?

The sheriff turned to Dax and extended his hand.

Dax looked down at it then back up. “Travis is mine. Don’t do anything else that puts him in danger or the deal is off.”

The sheriff looked back and forth between the two of us. “So that’s how it is?”

“Do you have a problem with that?” Dax challenged.

A sad expression crossed the sheriff’s face, but he covered it quickly. “No. No problem at all.”

Even after we were back at Dax’s house and Ambrose had sped away on his bike, I still hadn’t come down from the adrenaline rush of Dax grabbing me and lifting me into the air with one arm as I fell.

Dax locked the door then caught me staring. “What’s that look for?”

“Do you have any idea how hot you are when you go all crazy-ass protector?”

“You liked that, huh?”

“I liked watching you subdue the sheriff so easily. Then you saved me while keeping him from getting free. You’re so fucking strong.”

Dax smiled. “I sure am.” He cupped my ass and lifted me until I could wrap my legs around his waist. “I could hold you like this and fuck you. Would you like that?”

“Oh my God, yes.”

“Then why are you wearing clothes?”

I knew we needed to talk about what had happened, about how he’d struggled to rein himself in, about the fact that we were walking much too thin a line with the sheriff. Yes, we had dirt on him, but I wasn’t convinced blackmail would stop him from doing what he thought was right. If he’d been willing to try to take down a corrupt department, would he just roll over for us?

But right then, pressed against Dax’s body, feeling the hard ridge of his cock rub against my own, I couldn’t make myself believe those were real problems. The only real problems were the barrier of clothes between me and Dax and my need to come.

“Dax. I need…”

He kissed me then, hard and thorough, taking my breath. “I know.” He whispered when he pulled away. “I need you too.”

He lowered me to the ground and started pulling my clothes off. He was in such a hurry I was surprised he didn’t rip anything. It took me much too long to get his pants unbuckled, and once I had, he took over, shoving them down his legs along with his briefs. He didn’t bother taking off his shirt. He just picked me up again and started walking toward the kitchen as if holding me up was no burden at all.

He pulled open a cabinet, and I tried to see what he was doing over my shoulder.

“Lube,” was all he said as he took out a bottle of olive oil.

He braced me against the wall as he poured some out into his hand. I clung to his neck as he slicked up his cock. Oil dripped onto my belly and my legs, but I didn’t care. All I could think about was how incredible he was going to feel inside me.

When his cock was lubed up, he used both hands to lift my ass. I reached for him, my hand slipping along his slick length as I positioned him so he could drive inside me.

“Let go,” he ordered.

I did, but he only pushed in the tip, barely opening me up.

“Please. Take me. Make me yours.”

“You. Are. Mine.” He thrust into me, burying himself fully in one powerful stroke.

It hurt but in the best way possible, and Jesus, the way he was holding me up, moving me up and down on his cock, the way his arms flexed had me so hard. I clasped the back of his neck with one hand and caressed his arm with the other. The feel of his muscles flexing made me groan.

There was no attempt to hold anything back. We were like animals going hard at each other. He bounced me on his cock, then held me still as he bent his knees to change the angle, thrusting even deeper. His cock dragged over my prostate, and I knew I was minutes from spilling between us.