Me, I can let that go. It doesn’t matter to me. I never wanted it anyway.
But I don’t know if Mateo will believe that. He knows it’s consistent with who I am, but it isn’t what he would do, and that has to color his perspective, at least a little.
He would swear his fealty, kneel to the king, and then overthrow him.
Nothing I say to him tonight’s going to resolve this, so I give up trying. I’ll let him stew in it for little while, consider the best and worst case scenarios. Then tomorrow I’ll wake up and go kill his enemy for him, because that’s what loyal soldiers do.
Chapter Eighteen
“Harder.”
I groan as Elise rides me harder, pushing her hands through her hair, lifting her incredible hips and dropping them, sheathing my cock in her amazing fucking body. When I’m inside her, I never want to leave.
“Adrian,” she says, gasping, lowering her body until she’s clutching my shoulders. She grinds against me, her beautiful face tense as she rides me, seeking out her own pleasure.
“That’s it, baby,” I murmur, the words falling off my tongue like they belong there.
“Oh, my god,” she breathes, grinding more furiously against me until her whole body shudders with release and she collapses, smashing those perfect breasts of hers against my chest. “Oh, Adrian. Oh, my god.”
“My turn,” I tell her, flipping her over onto her back.
With a relaxed smile, she says, “Do whatever you want to me.”
My cock really likes when she says shit like that. It’s not that hard to please though—anything that includes Elise naked, and especially anything that includes being inside her, it’s pretty ecstatic about. I’m still not used to her. It doesn’t feel like I ever will be.
As I hike up her legs and plant myself between them, easing my cock inside her tight pussy, I still can’t believe I’m allowed to do this.
“I love the feeling of you inside me,” she says sweetly, turning me on even more than I already am.
Being inside of Elise is the single greatest feeling I’ve encountered in my 33 years, so if she feels even a fraction of that, I believe her.
While she’s on my cock, I grab her legs and rotate her sideways. She gasps a little as I rotate her, but when I ease out and thrust back inside of her, I get a guttural, “Oh, shit.”
“Yeah?”
“Oh, yeah,” she says, with more enthusiasm as I plow into her again. “Oh, fuck.”
Watching her get excited for me makes it hard to hold on, but as long as what I’m doing is working for her, I’m gonna drag it out.
“Adrian,” she says on a gasp, reaching for me, but giving up and clutching the pillow. “Adrian, Adrian, Adrian.”
I fucking love when she does that. When she feels pleasure building, she just says my name over and over again, a little pleasure chant, falling from her perfect lips.
God, she makes me so happy.
Even today, even knowing what a grim fucking day it’s going to be, I get to start off by making love to Elise, by kissing, touching, and fucking this beautiful human being.
How can I complain about that?
Elise comes a second time, and the sounds of her pleasure prove too much. I can’t hold out anymore, but I don’t have to.
Collapsing against the old mattress I used to sleep on alone, I pull Elise’s naked body against me, trapping her breasts with one of my arms.
It’s too soon, but it’s hard not to tell her I love her. I won’t say it until I know she’ll only say it back if she means it, but God… I love the fuck out of this woman.
As if she knows what I’m thinking, Elise relaxes into me, her hand coming up to rest on my arm over her breasts.
“I wish you could stay home today.”
“Oh, me too.” I’m trying to block out today’s to-do list, to hold onto this perfect morning, but reality won’t wait forever.
She turns over so she can look up at me. “Is it going to be dangerous?”
“They shouldn’t know we’re coming. We’ve got more guys. It should be okay.”
She stares at my chest, her hands coming to rest there. “I hate this part.”
Yeah, so do I. Never bothered me much before, but now that I finally have someone worth coming home to—hell, someone who makes calling Mateo’s house home not only palatable, but roll out of me naturally, with no objection—it raises the stakes.
“When this is all over, you should take a few days off. We’ll stay in bed the whole time, and only come out for food and water.”
I smile at her, leaning down to brush a kiss across her lips. “Actually when all this is over, Mateo’s taking Meg on a vacation. He shouldn’t need me if he’s not here. Maybe we could go away, too. Somewhere tropical. You like the beach?”