Page 62 of Monk

“I’ve got you,” I murmured, my fingers continuing their slow, deliberate circles. “I’ve got you, baby. Just let go. Let me feel you.”

I could feel her getting closer, her breathing quickening, her body trembling, her pussy clenching around my cock with increasing frequency. “You feel so good,” I whispered, my lips brushing against her ear. “So fucking perfect. Like you were made for me. Like this pussy was made to take my cock.”

She moaned, her hips rocking back against me, meeting my thrusts, chasing her release.

“That’s it,” I groaned, my own control beginning to slip. “Take what you need, baby. Use me. I’m yours. I’ve always been yours.”

I increased the pressure on her clit, my fingers moving faster now, matching the rhythm of my thrusts.

She was close. So fucking close. I could feel it in the way her body was tightening, in the way her breathing had become ragged gasps, in the way her inner walls were fluttering aroundmy cock. “Come for me, baby,” I whispered, my voice rough with emotion and desire. “Let me feel you. Let me feel this perfect pussy come around my cock. Let me know you’re real. Let me know you’re mine.”

She cried out, her entire body going rigid as her orgasm crashed through her, and I felt it. Felt her inner walls clamp down around me like a vise, felt the rush of her release coating my cock, felt the way her body shook and trembled in my arms. “That’s it,” I groaned, my own release building at the base of my spine. “That’s my girl. So fucking beautiful when you come. So perfect.”

I kept moving, kept thrusting through her orgasm, prolonging it, feeling her body convulse around me. “John,” she gasped, her voice broken and desperate. “Oh God, John.”

“I’m here,” I murmured, my lips against her neck. “I’m right here, baby. I’ve got you.”

I thrust into her one last time, burying myself as deep as I could go, and let go as my release tore through me like a tidal wave, my cock pulsing as I flooded her womb with my cum, filling her completely. “Lina,” I gasped, her name a prayer on my lips. “Fuck, Lina. I love you. I love you so much.”

I held her close as we both trembled, both gasping for air, both clinging to each other like we were drowning, and maybe we were. Maybe we had been drowning for seven years, but right now, in this moment, we were breathing. Together.

I pressed soft kisses to her shoulder, her neck, anywhere I could reach, my cock still buried inside her, still pulsing with the aftershocks of my release. “I love you,” I whispered again, the words coming easier now. “I love you so fucking much, Lina. I’m never letting you go again. Never.”

She turned in my arms, my cock slipping out of her as she rolled to face me, and I immediately pulled her close, wrapping my arms around her, holding her against my chest. Her face wasflushed, her eyes bright with unshed tears, her lips swollen from my kisses.

She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. “I love you too,” she whispered, her hand coming up to cup my face. “I love you, John. I always have.”

I kissed her then, soft and gentle, pouring everything I felt into that kiss.

When we finally broke apart, she rested her head on my chest, her ear pressed against my heart, and I wrapped my arms around her, holding her as close as I could. We lay there in silence for a long moment, our breathing slowly returning to normal, our heartbeats syncing.

And then, finally, I found the courage to speak.

“I need to tell you something,” I said, my voice rough. “A lot of things, actually. Things I should have told you years ago. Things I’ve been too much of a coward to say.”

She lifted her head, her eyes meeting mine.

“Okay,” she said softly.

I took a deep breath, my chest tightening. “My name isn’t John Smith,” I said. “I mean, it is, legally. But it’s not the name I was born with. The U.S. Marshals gave it to me when I was a kid. When they put me in witness protection.”

Her eyes widened slightly, but she didn’t speak.

“My father was a member of the Golden Skulls MC,” I continued, my voice shaking. “His road name was Bones. He was a good man. At least, I think he was. I was only eight, so what the fuck do I know? But I remember him laughing. I remember him teaching me to ride a bike. I remember feeling safe when he was around.”

I swallowed hard, the memories clawing their way up my throat.

“He turned state’s evidence,” I said. “Testified against the club in a federal trial. I don’t know all the details. I was just akid, but I knew it had something to do with what they did to my mother.”

Lina’s hand tightened on my chest, but she didn’t interrupt.

“William Doherty,” I said, the name tasting like poison on my tongue. “He was the club’s president, and one night while my father was out on a club run, he raped my mother.”

I saw Lina’s face go pale as her eyes filled with tears.

“When my father found out, he lost his fucking mind,” I continued. “He went to the FBI. Told them everything. Agreed to testify in exchange for witness protection for our family. He thought he was doing the right thing. Thought he was protecting us.”

I closed my eyes, the memory slamming into me like a freight train.