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“You are mine. I don’t care what that motherfucker tried to do to you. I’m just thankful you came to Columbia. If you hadn’t, we wouldn’t be standing right here together,” Rhys said. He rubbed her swollen bottom lip with his finger. He couldn’t wait to see her pretty mouth wrapped around his cock. He pushed that thought aside for a brief moment. He had to get the rest of his feelings off his chest. “Just know that if Bravon and I ever are in the same room, it won’t be pretty, and after I kick his ass, I’ll thank him.”
Jordan grinned and stood up on her tippy toes and brought his head down for a quick kiss.
“You are saying all the right words. Officer Newman, if you don’t take me inside and fuck me hard, I’ll kick your ass.”
Rhys barked a laugh and swooped down and lifted Jordan into his arms. Her squeal filled the air. Her arms came around his neck as he turned and walked up the stairs.
“That’s cute, baby. You thinking you can take me on.”
Jordan scoffed at him but fell into a fit of laughter. She tightened her arms around his neck. He stopped at the door and whistled for Honor who lay out on the patio and drifted off to sleep. She raised her head and scrambled to her feet. She trotted over to them. Jordan opened the door to allow them to enter the house.
Once inside, he stalked through the house with Honor behind him. They arrived at Rhys’s bedroom. Jordan slid out of his arms and stood before him. He turned to Honor who stood out in the hallway waiting to be let in. Rhys shook his head at the pooch.
“Sorry, Honor. Go guard the house.” He shut the door in her shocked face.
Tonight, he wanted Jordan completely to himself. He trusted Honor to do her job this evening. He switched his attention back to Jordan who had already taken her shirt off. She stalked toward him, pushing him up against the door. He inhaled sharply at the glint in her eyes.
He knew this look.
“I love when you use your authoritative voice,” Jordan murmured. Her fingers came to rest at the edge of his jeans.
“Is that so?” He arched an eyebrow at her. “Get on your knees.”
7
Jordan held back a smirk. There weren’t too many men she would take orders from, and right now, Rhys’s sexy Southern drawl just did it for her. The way it deepened when he gave a command had her pussy gushing. She bit her lip as she stared up at him. She slowly slid to the floor and positioned herself as he’d demanded from her.
She opened his jeans and shimmied them toward his ankles. His boxer briefs tented out from his cock bulging through the cotton material. He reached down and tugged his shirt over his head. It flew through the air and landed somewhere behind her. He kicked his jeans off to the side. Her attention was on this perfect specimen of a man before her.
She swallowed hard. How could he want her? He hadn’t batted an eye at her story. The fire for her still burned brightly in his blue eyes. She brushed her hand over his abdomen. It trembled slightly from her touch. Her chest swelled at the thought of how he responded to her. She leaned forward and kissed the outline of his cock. The smile that had been on his lips disappeared. She moved her hand lower and rested it on the edge of his underwear.
Tonight she would take her time cherishing this man and showing him how much she loved him. The words had been on the tip of her tongue, but she held back. Maybe she was a chicken.
She may not be able to say the words, but she would be sure her actions would show it. After tonight, he would know it.
She tugged on the elastic edge and took her time pushing the material down. His cock popped out. It was thick and long. A vein ran the length of him to his angry, deep-colored mushroom tip. She eased the briefs south, allowing them to fall around his ankles.
Jordan wrapped her hand around his girth, and her pussy pulsed. The memory of him filling her was never far from her thoughts. She dragged her tongue across the bottom of his shaft. Rhys released a curse, his gaze locked on her. Jordan held his gaze, licking his cock. She brought it upward and slipped the blunt tip inside her mouth. His warm skin was soft but hard at the same time.
She teased the tip, running her tongue all around it. A moan fell from her; she sucked more of him into her mouth. She glided her hand along the length of him. There was too much of him to fit totally inside her mouth. She took as much as she could with him hitting the back of her throat. She inhaled to keep from gagging.
“Fuck, Jordan.” Rhys leaned back against the door. His breaths were coming faster.
She held back a smirk, knowing she had him. She pulled back and repeated the motions. She loved everything about his cock. A few salty drops of his essence escaped him. She licked it, not wasting any of it.
Her hand became slippery from her saliva coating him. She continued bobbing her head and taking him as far as she could. Rhys’s hand came to her head, and he entwined his fingers in herhair. Jordan’s core clenched as he guided her. She remained on her knees with her mouth wide open. He thrust slowly, fucking her mouth. She gripped his shaft tighter while it moved through her hand.
Their eyes remained connected.
“Don’t ever doubt who you belong to,” Rhys bit out through clenched teeth. His grip on her hair tightened.
She hollowed her cheeks, increasing her suction on him. He growled and thrust faster. Her core ached with need. She loved his cock in her mouth, but this massive beast stretching her pussy was her favorite. Her core was drenched, and she was sure her panties were. There was no point in her checking. She could feel her juices seeping from her center.
“This mouth, your pussy—fuck—your whole damn body belongs to me.”
Jordan’s heart slammed against her chest. She thought it would pound its way out. She loved when he got all possessive and demanding. Rhys was the more laid-back of the two of them, but in the bedroom, he was a completely different person.
He was always that person who could give her what she needed.
