Page 41 of Scout’s Honor

Bonhi stood there, her hair pulled over one shoulder, wearing a purple silk pajama set with flowy pants that stopped just below the knees, and a tank top rimmed with black lace that hung off her breasts deliciously.

“Hi,” he said with a growly purr in a way he’d never done before, like his motor was running.

She reacted with surprise at the noise but seemed pleased. She smiled and moved closer, putting her hand on his shoulder. Her touch enlivened him, and he caught her hand and kissed it, then pulled her to sit on top of him, his hands going to her soft hips.

She straddled him with her hips raised and kissed him on the lips hesitantly, not with the panting hot urgency she had earlier.

“We’re moving fast,” Bonhi murmured.

“Too fast?” he asked.

She shook her head no, but said, “Maybe.”

Dallas removed his hands from her hips and put them on the arm of the chair. “How ‘bout this?” he asked. “You can touch me, I won’t touch you until you ask me to.” He caught her eye. “And if it doesn’t happen tonight, I’m perfectly fine with that. I’m interested in you, Bonhi, not what you might or might not do with me tonight.”

Bonhi shivered, meeting his eyes as if looking for the truth there.

He settled back into the chair and gripped the arm rests. “I’m good with anything,” Dallas said. He nodded at his stiff dick in his pants. “Im just happy to be in the game.”

She laughed and lowered gently onto his lap. “Is this okay?” she asked.

Dallas ground into her from below, lifting her a few inches in the air, saying, “Don’t be scared to hurt me, baby.”

Bonhi smiled and held onto his shoulders. He lowered her and she dropped her head for a kiss. He kissed her softly, gripping the arm rests so he wouldn’t forget. He loved her little noises, and the way she moved on him. It felt good and distracted him almost completely from the ache in his leg, letting his mind unravel in ease. He set a slow pace and a soft rhythm, feeling as if they were the only two people on earth. She smelled sweet, like flowers riding the night breeze, and she tasted sweeter, like she was made out of cake… or his mind was playing lovely tricks on him.

She pulled at his shirt.

“Want this off?” he asked. She nodded, so he pulled it over his head, then returned his hands to the chair.

“Oh,” Bonhi said, her fingers going straight to his chest hair. Her touch felt divine and sent ripples through him that soothed his leg.

Dallas growled, laser-focusing on sweet, soft Bonhi. They locked eyes.

“Pants, too,” Bonhi commanded.

Dallas raised his eyebrows. Bonhi nodded and lifted off him. Dallas took off his boots, unzipping them down the sides and easing his prosthesis out, then he stood and undid his belt. Off the pants went into the corner. Bonhi’s eyes went straight to his cock, straining at his boxers.

“Yum,” she said.

Dallas sat, chuckling softly and she looked up, surprised. “Oh, did I say that out loud?”

“I think so.”

She climbed back on top of him, leaning in for a kiss, but not touching their lower bodies together. Dallas kissed her single-mindedly, in heaven. The house was quiet around them, while he took her top lip, then her bottom lip, and their tongues gently touched, sending heat pounding through him. Bonhi lowered onto him slowly. Dallas gritted out a stuttering sigh at the contact. His cock hardened more, straining and throbbing. He kept his arms in position, his full attention on Bonhi, and what she was doing. She ground onto him, and pleasure surged. He realized this was going to be over embarrassingly quick.

“Bonhi,” he choked out. “It’s been a long time for me.”

22—ANOTHER One

Dallas gritted his teeth against the urge to come.

Bonhi stopped moving and locked eyes with him. “Good,” she said. “Me, too.”

He wanted to clarify, but she got off him and knelt before him, her hand gripping the outside of his thighs.

“Can I touch it?” she asked softly.

“Yeah,” he growled, wanting her hands on him even if it made him come the moment she laid a finger on him.