Page 135 of Lethal Weakness

“I need you, too.” I kiss him urgently, desperately. “Thank you for taking care of us like no one ever has.”

“Getting to love you guys has been the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

This next kiss is slower, a loving caress of his tongue against mine, and when my hands slip down his sides, he lets me push his pants down his legs.

My legs spread, and without a word, his cock finds its home inside of me. Each thrust feels like a promise, and every kiss is our lifelines blending.

We move as one until I’m breathless and moaning, and my calf ends up on his shoulder. His fingers slide through my slick folds, searching for my clit, and my fingers join his, reaching the spot where our bodies are connected.

Our eyes stay on each other as we both feel where his cock is sliding in and out of my tightness, and how deeply attuned we are as we make love.

And how right we feel.

When I cup his tight sack, his hips jerk, and I know that means he’s close. “Cum inside me, Jack. Show me that I’m yours,” I whisper, biting his bottom lip.

“Fuck. Not yet,” he gasps, but I don’t relent. I want him to know this isn’t conditional love.

He doesn’t have to prove that he’s worthy.

My hand cups his cheek softly, forcing him to look at me. “I love you,” I whisper.

He fucks me harder.

“I love you,” I say again as he pounds into me faster.

“I love you,” I cry out as his warmth fills my pussy.

His fingers grip my ass tightly as he comes down from his release, but then his hand rears back and slaps it lightly. “You know I won’t be able to go to sleep tonight until you cum on my cock.”

“Oh no… What will we do?”

His eyes are closed but a smile stretches across his face. “I knew you’d be a problem the first moment I met you.”

“A beautiful problem though, right?”

“Most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

* * *

“Yeah, roger that. I appreciate all you’ve done for me.”

Jack paces the hall as he wraps up his phone call. He wanted to get the paperwork going as soon as he could, and it sounds like all of my Scott-ness will be erased within a few days. Avery’s too.

“Can I assist if my skills are needed?” He stops pacing to look at where I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for my input.

I nod.

As scary as his job was, I know he was helping people. And if there is a chance that someone needs him like he needed his team when Avery and I were in trouble, I want him to be there.

“Yeah, I’ll stay on standby. I hope you find what you’re looking for. Be safe, Onyx.”

He hangs up the phone and tosses it on the bed. His home screen of Avery and me sitting on the swing in the backyard illuminates before going dark, making me smile.

“It’s done,” he states with certainty.

“No more mask?”

“Not unless another Ghost is in trouble.”

“Are you sure you’re okay with that?”

“Yeah, I’m definitely okay. I’m ready to put my focus elsewhere.” He sits next to me, leaning back on his hands.

“Is Onyx the boss?”

He nods. “And from the way they talk… I think Project Obsidian is just getting started.”