Page 25 of Stolen Salvation

Her hand freed his rock-hard cock and stroked from root to tip, making him growl in response. He was so turned on he could blow his load just from that, but he wanted to be inside her too bad to allow that to happen.

Dropping her legs for a second, he helped her remove her jeans and panties, revealing the smooth pussy he’d lost himself in so many times. He felt consumed with feelings, his body on fire with desire for her. It was madness, and he’d gladly give into it before he’d stop this.

Lifting her once more, he positioned himself at her entrance feeling her desire coat the tip of his cock. “So fucking wet.”

“Stop talking and fuck me, Noah.”

He pushed in fast, her walls gripping him so hard he closed his eyes and had to recite the periodic table to stop himself from coming.

A moan tore from her throat as he began to fuck her, his body slamming into her hard, over and over until he knew it would leave marks on her skin and he couldn’t bring himself to regret marking her as his. Charlie gripped his hair, her nails skimming over his body as he drove them both towards madness.

Dipping his head, he sucked a pert nipple into his mouth through the lace of her pink bra.

“Oh, oh.”

“That’s it, baby, milk my cock.”

Her climax seemed to hit her fast, choking out a series of breathy curse words from her sexy lips.

“So fucking hot. Again.”

His mouth on her nipple, his thumb over her swollen clit, he fucked her hard, not letting up after her first climax until she was moaning and thrashing her body as the next took them both down.

His balls tightened, pleasure sizzling up his spine as he came so hard he saw stars. On and on it went as he jerked against her, feeling her pussy walls clench around him. Noah kissed her neck as he caught his breath, trying to summon up the energy to stand without her support or the wall behind her.

After a few minutes of holding them both in the moment, he let her down and realised with horror that they hadn’t used protection. He was so used to being together with nothing between them that he hadn’t even considered it. “Fuck, we didn’t use a condom. I’m so sorry, Charlie.”

Charlie stilled as she pulled her jeans up her legs, her skin flushed and red from his beard and touch, making her look sexy as hell.

Riddled with guilt, he hung his head and rubbed the back of his neck. How could he be so irresponsible? He’d let her down once again.

“It should be fine. It’s not in the window.”

“You’re not on contraceptives?”

Charlie shook her head not meeting his eyes. “No reason to be.”

Bishop felt like a dick but the knowledge she wasn’t sleeping with anyone else made him want to beat his chest and declare himself the winner, which was an incredibly dickish thing to do. “Okay. Well if anything comes from this, we’ll deal with it together.”

He felt inadequate saying the words but what else was there to say? For him to keep saying he was sorry wouldn’t cut it, he’d fucked up again. One more time he should’ve protected her when he hadn’t. “I’m sorry, Charl.”

Now dressed, she ran a hand over her hair to try and tame the wildness he loved so much. “It takes two, right? I should have been more careful, but I guess I wasn’t expecting that.”

Noah laughed without humour. “Me either. It was probably a mistake.”

“Agreed, but it’s done now. Let’s just move on so we get this done and go back to our lives.”

The way she said it made his belly clench because she was right. The problem was he’d never wanted her out of his life although it seemed she still did, and that hurt more than any bullet ever would.

Chapter 10

A mistake, that’s what he’d called it. A God damn mistake. Charlie lay in the bed of the apartment Noah had walked her to last night after their disastrous and oh so delicious evening. It had been like a roller coaster she couldn’t get off, going from fighting to fucking in seconds.

The sex had been spectacular but then it had always been that way with her and Noah. From the first time to the last, they’d had a connection that was so natural and perfect it was as if they’d been made for each other. The awkwardness and the fighting had been new though and she hated it. She hated even more that it was her own doing.

From day one they’d shared an easy flirtatious banter, but they’d been friends too. He got her, he understood her past, and she’d been the same for him. They’d been each other’s person. Yes, they’d fought but it had always been over silly things, and it had been hot and over quickly.

A smile traced her lips as she thought of all the times they’d made up after a silly argument. She sometimes thought the banter was part of the fun, and she wouldn’t change that, would never have changed it. Yet she had, she’d taken what they’d had and thrown it away.