Page 52 of Playing Hard to Get

I needed no convincing. I flicked open the button on my jeans. Viv’s hands were on my cock before I could get my pants past my knees. She guided me to her, hooking her leg around my hip. I lifted her, pressed her into the wall, and slammed inside.

“Yes!”

The perfection of her body surrounded me, eating me up, devouring me. The sounds of her pleasure made my cock thicken, my legs tremble. I pressed against her, slammed inside of her, fucked her pussy until she was panting and begging for release. Then I slowed, savoring each deliberate slide into her center. Felt the way she clung to my shoulders, the way her thighs clenched against my hips. Tasted her lips and tongue as they slid against mine. Smelled her sex on my lips, the sweat of our bodies as we met and become one.

“More, Mitch.” Vivian’s breathy words were a vise around my heart. I grabbed ahold of her, pulling her away from the wall. She held tight to me as I carried her over and laid her on my bed. She uttered a quiet, “No,” as I slid out of her. But as I stripped off my shirt and jeans, Vivian tore her red dress over her head.

Her naked body was perfection, beautifully tanned skin lying against the bright white sheets. Her hands grasped at her breasts, squeezing and caressing, tempting me.

I crawled over her and took her nipple between my lips. I trailed my fingers over her smooth, soft belly. Just needed to touch her. To taste her. Vivian moaned as I nipped at her breasts. My fingers slipped into her wetness and she arched her back, pressing her gorgeous chest toward me.

“Vivian… my sweet girl. Can't get enough of you.”

Another quiet moan, and Vivian slid her hands around my back. I tensed as her fingers touched my scars. Froze in my place, unable to move. Tender strokes explored my skin, reminding me, testing me, coaxing me out of my memories.

“Mitch,” she whispered against my ear. “I need you.”

She guided me onto the bed next to her. Pushed me onto my back, onto the scars that haunted me. Vivian climbed on top of me, straddling my legs, and stared down at me. Her hand grasped my length, giving gentle but firm strokes as she watched me, guiding me away from those horrible memories.

My girl lifted herself, sliding my cock between her legs when I nodded to let her know I was okay. She surrounded me, taking all of me inside. She took my hands, slipping her fingers between mine. Slow, steady movements rocked against me. My hips met her as my hands clasped around hers. I held onto her like it would kill me if I let go. Kept my eyes locked on hers, those piercing baby blues.

Her orgasm came seconds before mine. Our cries of release were called out in concert.

This woman.

She’d buried herself deep inside of me.

Torn away at my very being until I’d lost myself to her.

Vivian collapsed on top of me, her breath a warm tickle against my skin. The brush of her lips was a thrill that ran straight through me. I cradled her in my arms as our breathing slowed. Peppered kisses onto her head. Breathed in the heady scent I'd come to love.

“Mitch…” She stilled, breath held. Slowly, she looked up at me. Her face was flushed from what we’d just done. She was beautiful. Stunning. Took my breath away. “I…”

“What is it, sweet girl?”

She laid her head on my chest and took a deep breath. She was silent, the only movements were her quiet breathing. I waited for her. Would have waited forever if it meant I got to hold her here. In my arms. In my bed. It’s where she was meant to be, whether she knew it or not.

Without finishing whatever thought crossed her mind, Vivian slid off me, curling up next to me with her head rested on my shoulder. Her fingers trailed along my arms. Up. Down. Shoulder to elbow. Tracing my ink.

Gentle.

Piercing.

I clenched my eyes shut against the pain. It'd been five long years and it hadn't gotten any easier.

Hugging Vivian to me, I pressed my lips hard against her forehead as my throat tried to seal shut. She stilled. Waiting for me as I waited for her.

“We were ambushed,” I told her when I could finally manage to make a sound. My voice was quiet, but I knew she heard me. Her body tensed against me. Her breathing slowed, quieted. She pressed her hand into my chest, over my heart, and waited.

I took a deep breath and let it all out, stealing myself for the nightmarish memories.

“We took up position in an abandoned town,” I continued with my eyes clenched shut. “We searched every square inch of that place. Had patrols out making sure no one snuck back in. For a week we sat there. Just fucking waiting for our orders to come in.”

Another deep breath filled my lungs but did nothing to ease the pain.

“The guys got lax. Didn't think anything would happen. But me and James…”

Fuck.