Would it be the deputy who claimed that loving heart of hers? Or maybe Talbot?
Someone would want her and that someone wouldn’t be stupid enough to leave her.
That someone better pray he was good enough for her, because Bishop intended to keep watch. He couldn’t be with her, but he could take care of anyone who tried to hurt her.
Pleasure curled up his spine as Nell opened wide to try to take him to the root. He gently tangled his hands in her hair, guiding her forward. His hips moved, fucking into her mouth in short strokes.
He was right there on the edge. He could almost feel the back of her throat. It would be so, so easy to come right then and there, but he wanted more. He wanted her pussy.
“Stop, baby. I don’t want to come yet.” He only had so much time before the hairy brigade took over their love nest.
Nell kissed his cock one last time. “Does that mean I did it right?”
He didn’t take the time to answer her. He pulled her close and kissed her, rubbing his chest against hers. His tongue invaded, dominating hers as she softened for him. He gripped the cheeks of her ass, pulling her into the cradle of his thighs. His cock cuddled up to her belly.
He inhaled her. He kissed her over and over again, wanting to mark her. It wasn’t fair to her, but he wanted to mean something to her. He wanted to know she would still think of him years from now. She wrapped her arms around him, surrounding him with her unique warmth.
His cock was going to explode if he didn’t get inside her soon. He forced himself to stop and reach for the damn condoms. He’d placed them by the tub. He might be a bastard, but he wasn’t going to leave her alone with a baby.
Nell watched with eager eyes as he rolled the condom over his straining cock. She never played coy. Her emotions were always right there for him to see, to believe. She put a hand on his, helping him sheathe himself.
“Come on, baby. Get on your knees, facing away from me.” He slid back into the water and helped her around. He loved tracing her curves with the flat of his palm, memorizing every inch of her. “Spread your knees. Let me inside.”
Her knees moved, opening herself up to him. He could see the light purple plug peeking from between her cheeks, preparing her for his cock. He would fuck her ass until he made her love it, until she knew what it really meant to be possessed, that there was nothing civilized or fair about it.
He moved between her legs, lining his cock up. Her pussy was wet from the orgasm he’d given her, but she was still so damn tight. He pressed up, pushing his cock inside, forcing his way. He gripped her hips, guiding himself in.
Not only was she tight, the plug just made her tighter. He could feel it dragging on his dick, a pure pleasure, but he was determined to take her over the edge with him.
“I feel so full.” Her head dropped forward as she dragged air into her lungs. A hot groan came out of her mouth, and Bishop could feel it all along his cock.
“You’re not even half full yet, baby.” He forced another inch in, his skin singing everywhere they touched. So good. She felt so fucking good. He took his time, patiently working his cock inside. Her pussy muscles squeezed, threatening to send him over the edge, but he forced it back.
Not yet. Not yet. He didn’t want it to end yet.
God, he didn’t think he wanted it to ever fucking end, and he wasn’t thinking about the sex.
He pulled back, the drag on his dick nearly making his eyes cross. Nell’s pussy clenched, trying to keep him in, threatening his control, but he was a man on a mission.
He let his hand slide around her body, his thumb finding that nubbin that brought her so much pleasure.
Nell gasped as he pinched at her clit, and he knew he wouldn’t have to wait long. She was close. He fucked her hard, picking up the pace. He rammed his dick in while he worked her clit. Over and over, he fucked inside, losing himself completely. She was the only thing that mattered in that moment. They were the only two people in the whole fucking world. There was no job to return to, no mission to complete beyond sealing the bond between them. There was Henry and there was Nell. He didn’t have to be John Bishop here. He didn’t have to be the kid no one wanted, the boy trying so hard to fit in. He could be Nell’s man. Henry Flanders fit in here. He fit with her like a puzzle piece long forgotten but found and locked into place, complete once more.
Nell’s shout filled the small space, echoing off the walls. She clamped down hard, her orgasm forcing his own. It raced up, bubbling from his balls, causing his whole body to shake as he gave up his cum.
She slumped over, her torso resting on the marble floor. Bishop’s hands shook as he rid himself of the condom, tying it off and shoving it into his bag.
He was in far too deep. He was falling for the girl, and he couldn’t afford to do that. She was a distraction. She was a liability. She was a weakness.
He should walk away now. It would be best for the both of them. He could turn over all the information he had to Rye Harper and pray the man was a better law enforcement officer than the sheriff. He could tell her he would be back, towel off, get dressed, and then walk away. He could be on a plane in two hours, and he would never have to think about her or Bliss again.
“I don’t think I can move, Henry.” Her face was turned toward him, those lips that had loved him curled up in a satisfied grin.
“You don’t have to.” He picked her up and settled her on his lap. He smoothed back her hair as she laid her head on his chest.
This was where he wanted to be, cuddled close to Nell.
He would stay just for one more day.
Nell slipped the sign back in the closest just as a group descended to set up for the spa party. That had been a close call. Henry had only just washed everything up after taking the plug out. It would have been really uncomfortable to have gotten caught with that plug.
The door opened and Pam and Bill walked in carrying a massage table. Callie followed behind them with a large box.
Henry moved quickly to take it out of Callie’s hands. And he didn’t even try to hide the fact that he wasn’t wearing a stitch. He was getting comfortable.
And she was falling deeply in love.
“Henry, it’s nice to see you’re settling in.” Bill set the massage table down and shed the coat he was wearing. He toed off his boots and grinned up at Henry. “I have to admit, I rather thought you would run by now.”
Henry’s really broad shoulders shrugged as he placed the box on the table. “I’m finding I can be very adaptable when I want to be.”
A little light hit Bill’s eyes. He reached out and patted Henry’s arm. “Yes, you can. You can adapt to just about anything, son, and happiness is damn easy to adapt to.”
Henry cleared his throat. “Well, I’m not quite as scared of all the naked stuff as I thought I would be.”
It was so good to see him being open and tolerant. And, at the same time, it kind of hurt because she was pretty sure he was still leaving. He was opening up and becoming a man she would be so proud to love, and he would walk away and another woman would get that big heart all to herself.
“Oh, you’re not a coward at all, Professor Flanders.” Nell’s mother stood in the doorway, a thick robe wrapped around her body. “I rather think you’re special.”
“I don’t know about special, Moira,” Henry replied. “But I am okay with the naked thing.”
Her mother gave Henry a very thorough once-over. “Well, any man who looks like you should be. Henry, dear, could you get me a lounger? I’d rather like to rest while we’re waiting.”