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|Uncover Me(Men of Inked #6) by Chelle Bliss|
“Wow. Fuck. Who knew this entire time you were a cop. You were working undercover?”
“I was,” I replied, tracing small circles on her skin with my fingers. “Do you hate me now?” I asked, brushing my lips against her cheek.
“Why would I? I wasn’t in the MC. I know half of those guys looked out for me and raised me when I was a kid, but I have no allegiance to them. They never loved me. They put up with me and looked out for me because of my mom and my dead father. You’re the only one who has ever truly cared about me. You’re the first person in my life I’ve felt secure with. You’re my home, baby.”
“This is a whole new life here, Roxy. You can be anything and anyone you want to be. If you want to go to college, you can. If you want to get a job, you can do that too. You’re in charge of your destiny from here on out. I’ll never hold you back. I knew I needed you in my life when I couldn’t imagine another day without you.”
“I don’t know what I want to be, but I know it will require clothing.” She broke into laughter, snorting a little.
“I’m the only one who sees you naked,” I growled in her ear as my lips touched the edge. “I won’t share your body ever again.”
“Thank God,” she whispered, moaning as I dragged my tongue against her skin.
“Do you want to change your name?” I asked, wondering if it would be better to have a new identity too.
“Well…” She paused and turned her body around in my arms. “Roxanne isn’t really my name.”
My eyebrows drew together, the confusion I felt inside likely written all over my face. How the fuck didn’t I know that? I’d sent names to James, trying to gather information. I’d even sent him information on Roxanne since I’d been sleeping with her and growing more attached, but he never shared her full name with me.
To say I was shocked would be an understatement. “It’s my turn to say, ‘Wow.’ What is it?”
She looked down for a moment before moving her eyes to mine. “Roxanne is my middle name, but my first name is Sarah.”
“Sarah Roxanne Parker,” I replied, whispering her real name back to her as I stared into her eyes. I smiled, liking the sound of it. “I still love Roxy too.”
“You can call me anything you want.” She laughed, rubbing her nose against mine. “No one really knows my legal name. My mom never used it. She hated it, but it was a family name that my dad wanted to use. So I’m a Sarah.”
“You’re mine and that’s all I care about.” I placed my mouth over hers, drawing her body closer to mine.
Wrapping her legs around my back, she moaned into my mouth as she felt my hardness against her body. I lifted her ass with my hands and deposited her in my lap, bringing her pussy flat against my length. Even though I was exhausted, the only thing I wanted to do was crawl inside her and claim her body.
Not bothering to use protection—I knew she was clean, and I sure as fuck was—I pushed inside her and felt instantly at peace. The water sloshed in the tub, spilling over the sides as her body collided with mine.
Our mouths never separated as we fucked each other. It wasn’t lovemaking; it had been too long for that. This was purely animalistic pleasure and a need to feed the craving. Her tits bounced with each thrust, and her mouth fell open into a silent moan. Not wasting a moment, I pumped harder and faster as her fingers dug into my shoulder.
I felt like a kid in high school, ready to blow my load after two minutes of fucking. Maybe it was from finally telling the truth that an enormous weight had lifted. Or maybe it was that that I hadn’t fucked her in more days than I cared to count.
Minutes later, I was spilling my seed as I sank my teeth into her shoulder. Crying out in a pain-pleasure mix, she followed me over the crest and rode the wave of ecstasy.
Even though I wanted it to last for hours, I was fucking exhausted. Tomorrow night, I’d make up for my lack of stamina. I had too much shit going on in my head to take my time. I’d wanted to come and leave my seed in her. I’d wanted to say, “Hey, world. I’ve been here. I own this shit.”
Mission accomplished, I held her in my arms as my happy cock shrank before eventually sliding out. “I love you, Sarah Roxanne Parker,” I whispered in her ear, grabbing her face and bringing her eyes to mine. Searching her face, I saw water collecting in the corners.
“I love you too, Thomas.” She inhaled deeply, her chest puffing out as her rock-hard nipples rubbed against my chest.
“Want to go to bed?” I asked, running my hands up and down her arms, trying to stave off the cold. The water was hot and the air conditioning had kicked on, causing a chill in the air I hadn’t noticed while we’d been fucking.
“I’m exhausted and happy, and I want nothing more than to sleep in your arms.” She pushed off my legs, using them as leverage to stand.
I held her thighs, steadying her from falling. Standing, I helped her from the tub before I got out and grabbed towels. Wrapping her up first, I slowly dried her skin, rubbing the soft cotton against her goose-bumped flesh. She smiled, watching me closely as I touched her. Looking at her, I saw the person underneath. Roxanne was her sex-kitten persona, but Angel was the real girl many people never saw. I knew her, though. She was the one I’d fallen in love with.
After I sheathed her body in a towel, tucking it near her breasts, she repeated the process on me. But before we walked out of the bathroom, I snatched her towel and threw it into the tub along with mine. I didn’t want anything between us as we slept tonight.