Dax (The Theriot Family 4)

“Please. More. Don’t stop.”

“Never. I’ll never stop. I’d stay inside you all day long if I could.”

I cried out on his next brutal thrust and reached for my cock.

“Yes,” Dax groaned. “Touch yourself. Work your cock. Come for me.”

I whimpered. My cock was so fucking sensitive. I felt like I hadn’t come in weeks, but it had been less than a day since Dax had fucked my brains out in bed.

He drove into me even harder, and I let go. Cum shot from me, streaking our chests and stomachs and coating my hand.

“More,” Dax demanded, and my cock erupted again as if he could pull the cum from me.

His hands squeezed my ass, fingers digging into the muscles. He slammed into me one more time, then I felt the wet heat of his release. He filled me again and again as he rode out his climax. When he finished, he lifted me and turned me around. “Brace yourself,” he ordered as he pushed at my back forcing me to bend over. I wasn’t sure my legs could hold me, but I pressed my palms against the wall and trusted Dax to keep me upright.

He pulled my ass cheeks apart, and I felt his cum running down my legs. “Fucking beautiful.”

I gasped as he licked my hole and moaned. He kept going, eating his cum as it ran out of me. My dick twitched, trying it’s best to get hard again.

“Dax, I… You’re…”

“Hush,” he whispered against my ass, then bit down on my cheek, making me cry out. “I need this. Needed to see you covered in my cum. Needed to taste you.” He licked and sucked and kissed me, and I thought I would lose my mind. I was half-hard when he reached around and gripped my cock. Somehow, he drew another orgasm from me, then caught me as my legs gave out. The last thing I remembered was him wiping me down and tucking me into bed.

30

Travis

“Travis. Travis, wake up.”

I opened my eyes just enough to see Dax kneeling by the bed, smiling at me. I rubbed my eyes and opened them more fully. “What time is it?”

“Almost nine.”

I shook my head, trying to clear the fog from my brain. “When did you put me to bed last night?”

He grinned. “Around eight.”

“And I slept that whole time?”

He stroked my hair back from my face. “You did. I really wore you out.”

I caught his wrist and turned to press a kiss to his palm. “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby. I would have let you keep sleeping, but I’ve got to go check something out. Remington got some intel, and it could be important for our operation with Winston.”

“Go ahead. I’m fine.” I wasn’t. The idea of being here alone scared the shit out of me. I needed all this over and done with.

“I’ve got men watching the house. That’s the only reason I’m willing to leave you here. Corbin will come over later if this takes longer than expected, but I need you to promise not to leave the house. Not to go to the shop, not to run an errand, not for any reason.”

“I won’t. I swear. I’ll be right here waiting for you when you get back.”

His smile turned wicked. “I might have to reward your good behavior then.”

“I’m counting on it.”

I forced myself to get up after Dax left. I had no doubt I could’ve fallen back asleep, but I didn’t want to end up staying in bed all day. Surely over twelve hours of sleep was enough.

I made myself some eggs for breakfast. Dax hadn’t gotten very far in teaching me to cook, but thanks to him I could make decent scrambled eggs now.

After I ate, I needed something to distract myself from worrying about him. What kind of information had Remington gotten? How dangerous was the mission Dax was on?

Maybe I could lose myself in a book. That had always been my favorite way of escaping as a kid and during my years with Rob. I looked through the titles on Dax’s bookshelves. When I realized he’d started reading fantasy novels after I’d introduced them to him, I’d gone all warm and mushy inside. I chose an old favorite and stretched out on the couch under the whirring ceiling fan. The day was already so hot the air conditioning was straining to keep the house cool.

I’d read almost half the book when I heard something that sounded like a dog barking in the backyard. I stepped onto the screened-in porch and saw a German shepherd puppy looking up at me and whimpering. She looked barely old enough to have been separated from her mother. Poor little girl. One of the neighbors had probably just gotten her and she’d gotten under a fence or something.