Page 95 of Shattered King

I smiled so wide my cheeks ached. The weight that I’d been carrying around, the fear, lifted, and I felt . . . lighter. I stared down at him. “So you can take me out on dates and stuff?”

“Dates?” His lips tilted up and he sounded amused.

I loved that sound in his voice. “Yes, dates.”

“Babe, we live together.”

“So?”

“So dates are for guys trying to get a woman in their bed. I’ve already got you here.”

I scowled at him. “You did not just say that.”

“I don’t need to do the spade work.” He slapped my butt. “This ass is already mine.”

I gave him a shove. “You jerk!” I tried to get up, halfheartedly, but he yanked me in close and rolled me to my back. His body covered me, thigh shoved between my legs. I slapped his shoulders, and then I heard it, felt it. He was laughing. I narrowed my eyes, faking outrage, when I felt anything but. In fact, I was damn near giddy, and I could see Hunter was right there with me. He was relieved; we both were. Pierce was out of our lives in a way that was permanent. We were finally safe. “What’s so damn funny?” I said, keeping up my front.

“I love getting you all riled up. You’re cute when you’re pissed.”

“Cute?” I squawked.

He grinned down at me, eyes glittering. “You want me to take you out? I’ll take you out.”

It had been so long since he’d cracked a joke or even teased me. I loved it. “You’re damn right I want you to take me out.”

He grinned some more. “I’ll see if Van can look after Josh tonight.”

I smiled and slid my arms up around his neck. “Will you wear one of your sexy suits for me?”

“If wearing a suit turns you on, gets you hot enough you’ll let me fuck you any way I want when I get home? I’ll wear a suit.”

I spread my legs wider and his hard cock settled against me. Skin on skin. It was probably wrong that I was getting turned on in that moment, but I didn’t care. I wanted to celebrate a future free of fear, my future with the man I loved. “You can fuck me any way you want when we get home,” I agreed.

His nostrils flared. “Yeah?”

His voice was all rough and sexy.

“Yeah.”

He slid his hips against mine. It felt good, so good I arched into the mattress, letting out a low moan.

His hands fisted the T-shirt I wore and he dragged it up and off, flinging it aside. He came back down, gaze locked on me. “Legs around my waist.”

I did as he asked. He brushed his mouth across mine, his stubble grazing my skin, making me shiver. I grabbed his ass and urged him on. He didn’t make me wait, lifted his hips, cock head to my opening, and pushed inside.

My mouth dropped open. “Oh God,” I breathed.

“Eyes on me.”

I blinked, made myself focus on him while he glided in and out, slow and deep, deep enough he grazed my g-spot every time. I dug my fingers more firmly into his ass. “Harder,” I urged.

Grabbing my hands, he lifted them above my head, shaking his. “Slow and sweet.”

He ground against me and I cried out, orgasm building with every thrust. It was intense, mind-blowing. I moved my hips against his, trying to get more of him.

“Harder,” I tried again. I lifted up, ran my tongue along his jaw, nipped his ear, and at the same time I squeezed my muscles hard around his cock.

He hissed a breath through his teeth. “Lulu.” His voice held a warning.