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Holy crap. Holy times a million craps.

Dex's flat tongue licked over my seam, once, twice—not enough—careful and controlled when he'd make a quick detour to dip his pointed tongue inside.

Dead, dead, dead. He was going to kill me with his mouth. And his lips.

Oh lord, especially his lips when he started sucking gently on the each soft fold.

Mother. Blooming. Heavenonearth.

I probably should
ha
ve been embarrassed by the cries and the moans that
wormed
their way out of my th
r
oat as I tried to push my hips back against him. My cheek was still flat on the mattress, fingers curled into the hotel room's bed sheets, and it must have been the lack of vision that heightened every wet touch, every low little groan he made of approval when he'd slip his tongue where I wanted—needed—something bigger.

Almost as if he'd read my mind, his hand gave my ass a little squeeze before I choked out a cry in time with the deep press of long fingers inching into my channel, replacing that brutal, raspy
tongue
. Dex's mouth kissed my
cheeks
, fingers sinking deep in me. Curling. Moving in and out as I whined into the bed.

"Perfect, baby. So fuckin' perfect..." I barely heard him pant into the skin of my bottom.

I was so wet I could feel it. Hear it. The sloppy sounds of his fingers going in and out of me, making me desperate for that tingle that had blossomed in my lower stomach the moment he'd rolled me onto my stomach.

The speed of his movements doubled then tripled. That burn grew and grew as he kissed and nipped at my cheeks, biting harder and harder the more wet I got. Between the frenzy of his fingers, and that blessed heat radiating off of his body, it was paradise.

Until he suddenly pulled away.

I turned to look over my shoulder, not caring at all that I could barely see the outline of his frame in the darkness, but the hot presence of his arm around my waist confirmed he was still there.

Then, he was there. The fat tip of his cock was suddenly between my lower lips as he dropped his weight down to cover me. Thighs on the outside of mine. Groin over my back. Chest on my back. Dex was a human blanket that slowly pushed his broad,
beefy
shaft into me inch by delicious inch.

Even now, after barely twenty-four hours, it was the tightest fit. Not painful exactly but there was no way in hell I could ever forget, even after just having that bulbous head in me, that he was there. Filling me. Stretching me. Grinding himself into my cleft once he'd worked that long length in me.

And holy shit. Holy. Shit.

I pulsed around him before he even had the chance to withdraw for the first time.

Dex's mouth came down on the curve of my shoulder and neck, biting down hard, we both groaned for completely different reasons. "Fuck, Ritz," he whispered but there was no power behind it. No real need or desire for me to stop.

So I squeezed my inner muscles again, and got a circling of his hips in response along with another deep, guttural groan. It felt like I was filled to the max. One more inch, one more millimeter in girth and there's no way in hell I could
ha
ve taken him without being in pain, I figured.

But this... this was perfect.

I arched my back even deeper, appreciating the years I'd spent practicing yoga and stretching after swimming, and that settled the ridge of his cock even deeper. "Oh!"

Dex groaned, long and low against my back. "Goddamn it, baby," he hissed. Damp lips moved across the line of my shoulder. Never
w
ithdrawing an inch, he slipped his knees between my legs, spreading my thighs so wide if I had on clothes, it would've looked like I was crawling under barbed wire in the military.

The arm around my waist tightened when he finally withdrew the barest inch, and then thrust forward. Hard. He withdrew two inches the second time, and then slammed home. Slow and steady, Dex built up the push and pull, one inch on top of another inch until just the very tip of his engorged head stretched home.

Then, he thrust.

And I choked sounds and wild gasps as his warm balls slapped against me on splitting pushes in. The sounds of Dex panting on each measured slide broke the steady panting out of my mouth, the sound of flesh meeting flesh. His hard cock burying itself into me with powerful thrusts that made me push back for more.

I groaned into the bed when he tipped his hips a certain way that hit something magical in me.

He growled his agreement before biting my shoulder again. "
Good
." He nipped the other side. "Fuckin'...
good
."

Oh hell.

With a quick shift of our bodies, he gripped me hard to him and flipped us over, keeping the wet, filled connection between us until he was on his back with my back and hips settled perfectly on top of him. Dex planted his feet on the bed and spread my legs so that they went over his, knee to knee, leaving me open and vulnerable.

At least until he bucked his hips.

I cried out his name and got another pump of his pelvis.

It was instinct that had me reaching both arms up on either side of his face to brace myself on the headboard. Dex's face was right next to mine when I tipped it to the side. I couldn't see more than just the easy shape of his features, so hard and strong even in the dark that I knew where his mouth was, finding it where I shouldn't have been able to.

His tongue searched mine out, clashing with it completely off rhythm from the way he thrust that long shaft in and out. His arm snaked around my upper chest and the other directly beneath my breasts like steel bands. The position made his thrusts more shallow but the angle...

"Please don't stop," I gasped, curling my feet around his calves to anchor me down as his hips pumped harder each second.

"Not happenin'," he said hoarsely, slipping a hand down to press his fingers to the top of my cleft. Dex jerked his hips, spearing me hard. I tipped my head back, locking my elbows to keep me in place when his thrusts got rougher and quicker.

I'm not sure whether it was him or me that started to sweat first but my back was damp. My inner thighs trembled as they stretched wide over Dex's bent knees. "Dex, Dex, Dex," I chanted his name.

Gently, he drew circles over my clit as I squirmed on top of him, desperate for more of his cock, more of his fingers. More, more, more.

His teeth nipped at my jaw. "Love you like this," he murmured. "All soft and wet for me, baby." Dex thrust hard, making me cry out. "My own sweet little pussy
…
all mine
…
isn't that right, honey?"

What? What the heck was he talking about?

"
Say it
," he
insisted
when all I did was moan in response to a circling of fingertips
over
my clit. "Say it."

Oh boy.

I squirmed my hips over him, squeezing my core around his thick erection. "I
t’s yours
, Charlie."

"
Always,
" he made clear with a sharp thrust.

Oh friggin' hell. I
c
ould feel it. Feel that magical explosion of fireworks and rainbows in my toes. "
Always
."

The way he pistoned his hips at my confirmation said that he was a pleased man. Thrusting clear off the surface of the mattress, the arm around my chest clamped down.

Dex was like a man possessed, ripping an orgasm straight out of
a pot of gold
from me. I could have screamed, cried tears of joy, or started speaking in tongues as my release came over me, and I wouldn't have remembered. Fireworks zipped up my spine for so long I thought I'd melt into him, or at least melt around his girth.

In the quickest movement ever, he pulled out of me, closing my thighs around his cock as he thrust into them. One time, two times, sprouting out a rough shout as he came, splashing hot streams over my stomach and chest with languid pumps in the aftermath.

I panted in time with Dex's own harsh breathing filling my ear, making me deaf and dumb to everything else.

It was only the hot sweep of his hands over the swells of my breasts, shoulders, and up my arms that pulled me back to reality. His thumb brushed over the scarring of my arm. Lazily, slowly, Dex lowered our legs flat to the bed before rolling us to our sides.

Looking over my shoulder, I flashed him a tired smile and tipped my face up for a kiss. And what a kiss it was. Silky, gentle, more lips than tongue. More affection than possession.

Well, almost.

"
Wake me up like that any time you want
."

A smile broke out over Dex's face. All he did was palm the side of my face and kiss the corner of my mouth with a soft
murmur
, "
Plannin’ on it
."

Chapter Thirty-Five

I had the terrible urge to throw up when I woke up the next morning.

The first thought in my head, before I accepted that I was laying in bed naked with Dex, involved my dad. My friggin' dad. The man I was probably—hopefully—seeing today for the first time in eight years.

Shit.

Not crap,
shit
.

Whether it was nerves, anger, or a sickening sense of anticipation that filled my belly, I wasn't sure and it made me uneasy.

So uneasy that Dex caught onto it before we'd even left the hotel room. He was standing in the doorway to the bathroom,
buttoning his jeans
, when he frowned at me. "What's wrong?"

I wanted to say
“N
othing
”
but I didn't. No more lies and all, right? I had to settle for giving him a sheepish smile at the same time I stole a glance at Uriel. Who am I kidding? I was looking at his nipple piercings, remembering briefly how they'd felt on my back hours before.

Snap out of it!

I tried to hide my awkward cough. "I think I'm a little nervous."

"Why?" he asked like my admission was absolutely stupid.

"I don't know. I think I'm nervous to see my dad since it's been so long, but I also kind of feel like we should be on a bounty hunter show or something. Does that make sense?" I scratched at my throat.

Dex narrowed his eyes, pulling his toothbrush out of his mouth slowly. "No."

Well.

"Don't be nervous, babe. What y
ou
got to be nervous about? We're gonna find your pa, and then we're gonna figure out a
way to get this shit handled before I get sent to jail for murder," he said so nonchalantly, I almost could have dismissed the fact that he even brought up the possibility of going back to jail.

For murder. Because of me.

Oh lord.

I'd shank him before he did something that stupid, so I chose to ignore that part of his comment. "I don't think it's that easy."

He gave me a hard look, shoving his toothbrush back into his mouth. "It is."

I left it at that because in reality, how the heck could I explain to Dex why I was so nervous to see my dad? It wasn't like I didn't already accept the way things were.