Page 53 of One Merciful Moment
He didn't start slow. His tongue went flat up the whole length of her and then curled and found her clit. The heels of her feet locked behind his back and her hand fisted in his hair hard enough to hurt, but she was beyond holding back. If she could, she'd let him slither into her body and stay with her forever.
Two fingers slid into her and curled. Her ass came off the bed. Her head went back on the mattress. The slurp and moans filled the room.
"Boone." His name came out wrecked. "Boone, wait—"
He removed his fingers from her pussy and slid his thumb into her wetness while his fingers slid over her anus. She hissed through her teeth. It went on longer than it should have, a long, rolling clench that left her shaking and slick. He kept his mouth on her through all of it, until she had to push his head away with both hands.
He lifted his head and pushed up on his arms. She got a hand between them and put the head of his cock against her pussy. He sank into her. All the way in one long push. They both made the same noise. Half moan, half relief.
God, she was full.
So full, he pushed the air out of her lungs.
He rolled, taking her with him until she was on top. She sucked in air and rode him. His hands on her hips hauled her down onto his cock, his hips coming up to meet her every time. The wet slap of their bodies filled the room. The lamp on the bedside table shook.
His jaw clenched, and his eyes fixated on her face as if he'd been told to memorize it, and that's what cracked her open, right down the middle.
"Boone," she whispered.
"Ashley," he whispered back.
His thumb found her clit again, rough and quick, and she came a second time with her hands braced on his shoulders and her mouth open.
Then, his arm came around her and rolled her back over until she was underneath him and he was over her with his knees driving into the bed with her legs pushed up and open. His cock plunged into her so hard that bursts of air escaped her mouth.
"Ashley." He grunted. "Fuck."
He kept repeating her name as he went harder, faster, more desperate.
She pulled him down and bit the side of his neck hard enough to leave a mark. All she wanted was to leave a mark in his life so he would never forget her if she walked through the veil. It was imperative that he never forget her.
"Don't stop," she said into his ear. "Don't you dare stop."
His hand slid under her ass and tilted her up to a better angle. Her belly tightened and then snapped. She came around his cock with her heels drumming the back of his thighs and her eyes squeezed tight.
Two strokes after that, he pulled out and came across her stomach and her hip in hot stripes, with his forehead on her shoulder and his breath coming apart against her collarbone.
His full weight came down on her. She held her breath, eyes wide open, staring up at the ceiling.
She wanted to see and feel everything. The faint shadows shifting across the ceiling, the slow rise and fall of his breath against her, the way his weight pressed her into the mattress, keeping her with him.
He exhaled, and she felt it throughout her body. A soft surrender. Trust.
She slid her hands up his back, memorizing his shape, his warmth, the way he relaxed only in her arms like this.
She held him as if holding him could keep her here. As if holding him could keep them together.
And for a long, fragile moment, neither of them moved. They just breathed together, clinging to the stillness, terrified of the world waiting outside their door.
Chapter 31
Ashley
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The grass outside the courthouse was cool beneath Ashley's palms. The blades bent softly as she leaned back on her hands. Kallie sat cross-legged beside her, picking at the hem of her jeans, while Jillian lay on her stomach, chin propped on her fists, staring across the street.
The men were gathered at the gas station. Finn leaned against the ice chest. Moe paced. Boone sat on the curb, elbows on his knees. They all looked tense, like they were waiting for the storm to begin, but so far, nothing had changed in the weather.
