Page 23 of Hot Blooded

He quietly closes our bedroom door behind us and then slams me into the wall, his hand holding my wrists above my head while I grind against his cock, groaning when my clit throbs in answer to the pressure.

“I need you, Tom.”

He runs his lips along my cheek. “You need me in this naughty little pussy, don’t you? Need me to take you hard and fast right here and now.”

I moan and whimper. “Don’t make me beg, Tom…take me, please.”

“With pleasure,” he mutters, dropping my feet to the ground for just long enough to rip my uniform pants and shirt off, shred my bra and panties and tear his lounge pants down his legs.

His cock is rock solid and jutting straight at me. He picks me back up in his arms and I sigh in relief when his thick head parts my pussy lips.

I need this man so much. Love him more than I ever thought was possible. And he gives me just as much love back.

I whimper when he slams into me, his thick cock hitting just where I need it to hit, grinding against my clit and sliding along my fluttering walls. Tension builds and I feel his muscles tighten, see his jaw tense and the fire in his brown eyes flare demon-bright as he takes me, owns me. Makes love to me like a man possessed.

Stars burst behind my eyes and I shudder, reaching down to bite his shoulder, my mind a complete mess of love and lust.

Tom slams into me two more times and then he stills and I feel his warm seed inside me, dripping down my thighs, sticking to my body.

His big body leans against me, pinning me to the door, huffing into my throat and shivering.

“Damn, woman. You kill me.”

I giggle. “I do not.”

“Okay. You don’t. But you sure as hell can tire me out pretty damn quick!”

He finally groans and pulls away from the wall, turning me so he carries me bridal-style to the bed and gently sets me down. “Let me get something to clean you up with, baby girl.”

I close my eyes and sigh, letting my body finally relax into half-sleep. I whimper when Tom carefully cleans me up and then crawls into bed beside me, his muscular arms wrapping around me as he kisses the top of my head and settles my ass back against his hips.

“Sleep now, baby. I’ve got you.”

He’s always got me. He’s my safety, my security blanket. The best part of my day is any part that’s with him.

I let my body float into sleep and smile sleepily, knowing that Tom has my back. He’s my heart, my soul, my everything.

“I love you, Tom.”

“Love you too, baby girl. Sleep,” he whispers, his lips caressing my cheek, his breath warm and his arms warmer.

I never knew that life could be this good. That mistakes could lead to the best things in life.

That I had this kind of happiness waiting for me and it could lead to a lifetime of joy with our growing family around us.

A lifetime with the love of my life. Until death do us part.

BONUS EPILOGUE: FOSTER

“Come on, Harper. It’s time for school.”

“You know that I can’t go today. They suspended me, Dad.”

“Oh, you’re going. And I’m gonna talk to your teacher today. I’m not putting up with this. That boy shouldn’t have said what he said about your mother.”

“Are you saying he deserved what he got?”

I shake my head at my ten-year-old daughter. “I don’t condone violence but I understand your anger.”

I do. I understand it. She’s got a lot on her plate and that boy really messed with her head.

But I don’t want her to get all caught up in her pain and miss out on the good things in life. It’s better to just go ahead and keep her cool.

But I’m not letting this stand. Tallulah Carter might be the mayor’s sister but she’s not about to run rough-shod over me or my child.

I’m about to make Tallulah Carter admit she’s wrong and fix her wretched mistake one way or another.

I’m about to teach the teacher a lesson…and I play to win.