Page 146 of Forever Relentless

“Sorry.”

My eyes opened. “What?”

“I knew I wouldn’t last, you’re so fucking gorgeous.” He kissed the spot behind my ear. “I’ll last longer next time.”

Was he kidding? I looked up at him as he pulled out and removed the condom.

“Um . . .” I didn’t know what to say. I looked down and saw he was still hard. “Noah?”

I was flipped onto my stomach. He pulled me up to my knees, and I cried out as his mouth covered my pussy again. My brain was an incoherent jumble by the time he finished.

I heard the wrapper, then he was inside me again. The angle worked like nothing I’d ever felt before.

Everything was a sensation. Every movement set off sparks over my skin. My hair was a tangled mess, my body slick with sweat, and still he fucked me.

Neither of us stopped.

He was on his back, I was riding him, my hips rolling like we’d been doing this dance together our whole lives. One hand was on his abs, the other was behind me, resting on his strong thigh.

“You look like a goddess,” he murmured in appreciation. He sat up, arms circling me, moving me faster up and down his cock, his mouth at my breast, tongue flicking over my nipple. “I can’t get enough of you.”

He pulled me close, cutting off my reply with his mouth. I was on the edge again. I craved the drug he had me hooked on — his body, his cock, his mouth, his hands. I don’t think I’d ever want this to end.

“You feel so good,” I whispered against his mouth. “So amazing.”

I reached the peak, and he swallowed my cry as I came around his cock. A few thrusts later, his teeth sank into my shoulder as he reached his own release.

The room fell quiet around us as we sank back onto the bed together, the rest of the night fading until there was nothing left but warmth, breath, the solid weight of him beside me, which I hadn’t expected to want, and the slow, undeniable pull of sleep.

Chapter 28

Noah

I woke up too hot.

The fact that I had Briar wrapped around me was the reason, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to move.

No matter what TV shows lead you to believe, waking up naked, under the sheets with a girl wrapped around you, especially if she has long hair and it’s spread over you, is uncomfortably warm.

I eased to the side, gently disentangling myself from my new favorite barnacle.

Then, like a creepy ass stalker, I watched her sleep.

Her freckles were more pronounced in the morning light, and she looked adorable.

Knowing how fearless Briar was, I don’t think she’d appreciate being called ‘adorable.’ I didn’t care.

Her hair was a wild tangle from last night, her mascara had smudged around her eyes, and I was pretty sure that was me that was on her chin. I licked my thumb, then gently rubbed it off. Just in case.

Her shoulders were slim, and in the morning light, I was able to look more closely at the small tattoo she had across her ribcage. A simple line of script that read, Only you can heal your hurt.

Who hurt her?

Fierce possessiveness raged through me, and I had to make an effort to pull myself back from waking her and demanding to know.

My reaction to everything about her kept catching me off guard. I was angry about things that happened before I knew her. That wasn’t something I’d felt before. I now understood how Dante and Dust had fallen for their girls so hard, so quickly. Briar had gotten inside me and probably wouldn’t leave anytime soon.

Which was scary but also exactly what I wanted.