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Unexpected Fate by Harper Sloan (33)

“DO YOU WANT MY COCK or my mouth, Dani?” I ask and trail my fingers down the center of her collarbone and between the valley of her tits.

“Your cock, baby,” she pleads.

“Do you want my cock in your pussy or your ass?” I question, continuing my path down her body until my fingers dance over the smooth skin on her mound.

“My pussy?”

“You don’t sound so sure about that, baby,” I murmur and dip my finger into her body. “Although your cunt is begging for it. Is your ass going to milk my fingers if I dip them in deep?” I ask, pumping my fingers into her wet center.

“Ye-yes,” she stutters.

“I’m sure it would, but right now, I want my cock right here,” I say and curl my fingers until I hit that spot that has her juices running down my fingers and down her crack. “So responsive.”

I pull my fingers out of her body, and she watches with heated eyes as I pop them in my mouth and hum.

“Fucking taste so good.”

I push my fingers back in and give her a few hard pumps before I take them and offer them to her mouth, wiping her juices along the seam of her lips before she opens and sucks them clean.

“Fuck,” I groan and move so that my cock is rubbing against her.

Her legs drop open and she starts to rock with my hips. My cock ring and other piercings make her cry out each time they roll over her clit.

“Do you want me hard or do you want me soft?” I ask, rocking even harder when those hot fucking mewling sounds start climbing up her throat.

“Soft . . . and hard,” she pants.

“Yeah,” I say and pull my hips back, and when I line up, I push home in one slow thrust. Her eyes go glossy and her moan is long. “Yeah, baby. Soft and hard.”

I give her what she wants. Soft thrusts until my balls can’t take it any longer. The second I feel her walls start to flutter and I know she’s seconds away from coming apart in my arms, I start to slam into her hard enough that the headboard bangs against the wall. She takes every thrust I have, and right before I feel my balls tighten, she throws her head back and screams my name loud enough that the sound pierces my ears painfully. My climax tears through my body, and my cock is milked dry by her tight walls.

After a few more thrusts to feel her walls quivering against my sensitive cock, I pull out and lean back on my knees to watch our combined come drip out of her body.

“Fuck that’s hot. I wish you could fucking see us falling out of your body,” I tell her.

I bring my hand to her pussy and thrust my finger deep into her still-shuddering cunt. When I pull my finger out, it’s gleaming with our joined come, and I look past her rapidly falling chest to meet her wide, turned-on eyes.

“You see how fucking hot we are together?”

She nods, and her eyes darken to the hunter-green color they always take when she’s turned on.

“My girl likes that?” I ask and move my hand back down to her pussy. I rub my hand through her slit and rub our come into her skin. “Open,” I demand and wait for her to understand my meaning.

My fingers, wet and dripping with us, start moving towards her head, and without question, she opens her mouth wide and waits for my fingers.

When her warm lips close around two of my wet fingers and suck me hard, I almost come again.

“Fucking hell,” I groan.

“Mmmm,” she moans in return, and I look down to see her rubbing her legs together.

“Already?” I question.

“Always,” she retorts.

Fucking hell, indeed.

Hours later, with Dani passed out in my bed, I throw on some sweats and walk into the living room.

Chance sees me coming from his spot in the chair by the window and pulls off his Beats. “I take it I can remove these now?” he asks with a raised brow.

“She’s asleep if that’s what you’re asking.”

“She isn’t screaming, so that’s my answer.”

“Did you find out anything?” I question, ignoring his comment.

“Nothing you’re going to like.”

“Well, fucking give it to me.” I spit in his direction.

“Questioned each person who was in the salon when that package came. So far, I’ve been able to sit down with everyone except two people. Don W. Johnson—one personal assistant to Devon Westerfield—and one of their cameramen. That’s as far as I’ve gotten. I looked into the background checks Axel had run when they first started coming around, but so far, nothing is sticking out. Devon, the producer, is being as helpful as he can. My gut tells me that he is no threat. His other assistant, Mark Seymour, has also been very forthcoming. He and Dani had struck up a friendship and he was very concerned about how she is fairing in light of all of this. He did mention that Don wasn’t too happy about Dani being pregnant. Something about it putting a wrench into their filming.”

“I see,” I tell him, careful to calm myself before I snap about some douchebag being close with Dani.

“I’ll keep digging.”

“You do that,” I tell him. “I’m taking Dani to look at houses next week. Are you sure you’re cool with this?” I ask, knowing that, even though he’s a loner as of late, that isn’t something he deals with well. Chance has his own issues, but I know that the front he puts on for the world to see isn’t the man I know.

“I’m not going to swallow a bottle of pills or cut my wrist because my buddy is moving out, Cohen. I’ll be fine. Plus, I won’t be around much anyway. We’ve picked up some big clients lately at CS and I’ll be doing some bodyguard work until we can train more men.”

“You’ll let me know if the nightmares come back?” I ask.

“Fuck,” he sighs and rubs the back of his neck. “Yeah, all right, I’ll fucking let you know.” He stands from his chair and walks over to the desk in the corner of the room, grabbing some papers and tossing them to me. “Printed the ones I felt would fit what you two need. Some I grabbed are a little more than you’ll be needing right away, but with the way you two go at it, you’ll need the space.”

I look down, confused, and laugh when I see the handful of printouts of houses for sale he gave me. “Thanks, brother.”

“Yeah,” he mumbles and walks down the hall.

I wait until I hear his door click shut before I laugh to myself and toss them down on the coffee table before I pad back down the hall and climb back in bed with Dani in my arms.