“Dominic said Vinny lost a lot of blood. More than Levin. He said Doc Alan says nothing vital was hit. That Vinny is going to take some time to recover, but he should make a full recovery. I just worry. . .”
“Yeah. Vincent is strong. He’s going to be just fine. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was running races by next week.”
She let out a soft laugh as she snuggled against me. I sighed deeply, relishing how her body felt against mine. I didn’t get her like the others did. Being a full-time lord and part time king made spending time together hard. I was so tired of seeing her on the arm of the kings while I was in the background. I didn’t blame them or her for it. I blamed my current situation. I couldn’t count the number of times I’d almost said fuck it and just ran to her and swept her into my arms.
But I knew what my job was. Dominic trusted me to do it. I made a promise to fulfill my role, and I would. It just sucked because I was missing out on a lot with my girl.
“I love you,” I said softly, tilting her chin up so I could kiss her soft lips.
“I love you too,” she answered, her mouth brushing mine with her words. “So much.”
“Do you think your husband would mind terribly if I made love to you in his bed?”
“I think he’d be OK with it if he knew you made me feel better,” she answered breathlessly.
“Are you OK to do it? You’ve been through a lot—”
“Just shut up and fuck me, Fallon. I could use a distraction for a little while.”
She didn’t need to tell me twice.
I hauled her tank top off and pushed her tiny sleep shorts down her thighs as I molded my lips to hers in a deep kiss, our tongues sliding together.
She rubbed my cock through my sweatpants as I cradled her heavy breasts and rolled a nipple between my thumb and forefinger. A soft gasp left her lips as I shifted my hand between her legs and swept my fingers up her heat.
I kissed my way down her neck, placing kisses along her breasts before I sucked a pebbled bud into my mouth, loving her soft mewl as she bucked her hips against my hand and tangled her fingers in my hair.
Slowly, I circled her clit, rubbing her as she panted. When I pushed a finger into her tight heat, she moved faster, her chest heaving as she rode my hand.
“Want more?” I asked in a rough voice.
“Please,” she choked out.
I slid another finger inside her and hooked them to hit the spot I knew would make her cry out.
Within moments, she came hard and fast on my fingers, her lips parted.
After I withdrew my fingers, I shoved my pants down my legs and tugged my shirt off. I positioned myself between her legs and shoved deep inside her. She arched her back at the intrusion.
“Fallon,” she murmured in her sexy-as-fuck voice. “God, yes!” she cried out as I thrust into her heat.
“Does my princess like my cock?”
“Yes. I love it,” she gasped, raking her fingers down my back as I moved harder and faster. “Please!”
“Please what?” I asked breathlessly as I pistoned into her wet heat.
“More. Harder,” she breathed out.
Fuck yeah.
I slammed into her, making the headboard bounce against the wall. There was no way in hell Dominic wouldn’t be able to hear it wherever he was in the house. I hoped he rushed up here and joined us because the thought of seeing her face while two of her kings pleasured her made me harder than fucking steel.
I gripped her hips, pounding deep into her hot center.
“Fallon. Oh God. Oh God.”
“Come for me, princess,” I grunted.