“What about you? Are you going to stand here and say that I’m the only woman you’ve ever had sex with? Or maybe you’ll tell me that you never slept with women you and your team were hired to watch over,” she yelled.
He pressed her body hard against the wall.
“I don’t think you’re a whore, so never say that again. I’ve never slept with a woman I was hired to watch over, so get that thought out of your head. I’m pissed off. I’m jealous as damn hell just thinking about other men wanting you and texting you. I know nothing about your life in Chicago. I don’t know your plans and what you think about me, about the rest of the team, but I can tell you this much. No other men are going to ever make love to you but the five of us. You’re not going to walk out of our lives. You’ve disrupted a routine, a monotonous way of living, for me at least. I’ve never felt so strongly about a woman, about anyone before you. I want you every second of the day. I need you by my side. I want inside you, near you, holding you, touching you, and I feel obsessed and possessed at the same time. It’s maddening, India. So understand that when I saw those text messages, and read their little flirtatious comments and innuendoes for sex, I fucking lost it.”
She stared up at him, her chest heaving up and down, and she shocked him when she reached up and cupped his cheeks.
“I feel that same way about you, and about Fisher, Grey, Ford, and Flynn. It is maddening, and it does put me on edge. I don’t know what I’ll do when Silas calls and says that I can go back home to Chicago. I don’t. All I know is that I love being here with you and the others. I feel safe. I feel like I belong and there’s nowhere else that I’d rather be. Please don’t read any more text messages and assume the worse. Just know that none of them matter to me, but you and the others do.”
He grabbed her by the hips and lifted her up and against him so she straddled his waist. He pressed her back against the wall and stared down into her eyes.
“I hope this doesn’t scare you when I say this, India, but if any other man tries to take you from us, tries to touch or take from this body, I’ll kill them.”
He was overwhelmed with emotions as he made his statement then covered her mouth and kissed her.
She kissed him back. India ran her fingers through his hair and fought for control of the kiss. It was wild, and so intense. He carried her over toward the bed, releasing her lips to kiss along her neck and absorb her scent, the feel of her skin and the magnitude of his desire to make love to her.
“I need you so badly, baby, I feel like an animal.”
“I feel it, too. I want you.” He kissed her lips again then set her feet down on the rug. He reached for her shirt as she reached for his and they divested one another of their clothing.
The sight of her body aroused him so. His cock tapped against his belly and she reached for it, lowered down, and took him into her mouth.
Her tongue, her cavern felt wet and hot, eliciting a guttural moan from him.
He gripped her hair and fought the savage sensation to rock his cock into her mouth and mark her. It was wild, barbaric, but he had this inner urge to claim her in such a way she would always belong to him.
She was moaning over his cock, cupping his balls and then caressing his ass. He gripped her hair and rocked his hips slowly, but it was pure torture. He needed more. He needed to get lost inside of her.
“Fuck, India, I want to be inside you when I come.” He gripped her head and eased her mouth off his cock. Her lips were swollen, her mouth open as she took in air. The sight of her large breasts hanging down near his cock then easing up his body and against his pectoral muscles had him lifting her up and bringing her to the bed.
He gripped her hands, locking them up over her head and against the bed as he used his thighs to spread hers.
“You’re all mine. I’m going to fuck every inch of you.” He leaned down and licked her nipple, twirling his tongue around the tight, hard tip, and pulled.
“Oh God, Fenton, you’re so wild. I want you everywhere. Take me, claim me any way you want, I don’t care, just as long as you’re not angry with me and that you don’t ever forget about me.”
He felt his emotions darken at the thought.
“Never,” he said through clenched teeth. He leaned down and kissed her as he nudged his cock between her wet folds.
“Fuck, no condom,” he blurted out.
“You don’t need one,” she told him.
He squinted at her. “What are you saying?” he asked as a whirlwind of emotions, questions, hopes filled his mind. Did she not care if he got her pregnant with his child? The thought of being a father, of planting his seed in India made his heart leap with excitement. He wanted it all with her. But yet, he knew they needed to take their time.
“India?”
“I’m on birth control. I was being cautious and I guess trying to hold onto to some sort of control by making you all use condoms. But I want to feel all of you. Each of you make love to me. No barriers. No more walls and holding back,” she said and he gave a small smile.
“They’ll never be anyone els
e for me, but you.” He eased his cock between her wet pussy and she moaned, tilting her head back and allowing him entry.
He held himself deep within her and they both moaned. He lowered to his elbows, locked gazes with her, and spread tiny kisses along her chin, her lips and cheeks.
“Hold on, darling, you’re about to get claimed like never before.”