Pleasure rushed over her features. “Israel, I can—ooooh, God, yes.”
I shuddered. “So fucking tight.”
She shivered. “Israel. Oh, yes. Fuck, it’s been so long.”
I bottomed out against her and already felt her juices dripping down my balls. She was so wet for me. So tight for me. So wanton for me.
I threaded our fingers together as I pounded against her, filling my bedroom with the sounds of skin slapping skin. She locked her legs around me. She dug her bare heels into the small of my back. I felt her pussy pulsing around me as my balls quickly pulled up.
“Israel. That’s it. Oh, it won’t be long. Shit, right there. Right there. Right there, harder! Please!”
I growled as my hips worked. I watched her body flush a deep shade of red for me as every peak of her body jumped for me. Her juices sprayed against my pelvis as she wiggled and quaked. Her wet walls quivered around me, milking me for all I had as her back arched. “I’m coming! That’s it! I’m coming! That’s it!”
I buried myself inside her. “Oh, fuck. Bonnie. Squeeze that dick. That’s it. Oh—shit—”
“Is—rae—oh.”
My vision tunneled as I collapsed against her, feeling her curves molding to my body. Her arms lazily wrapped around me, holding me close as my cock emptied itself within her. I felt her pussy pushing me out until my spent dick fell against the wet bedsheets. Our intermingled scent filled my nose, pushing me closer to round two as I felt my cock rising again.
“Thank you,” Bonnie choked out.
My eyes snapped up to her face as I pushed myself off her body. “Are you all right?”
She smiled. “That was so good. Thank you for letting me have that.” She wiped away a tear.
I slid to the side and pulled her close to me, even though my body was ready for round two. My cock cradled itself in the small of her back. I pulled the covers over us, even though it was still the middle of the day. With my broken nose buried in her hair, I wrapped my arms around her waist as tightly as I could afford.
I kissed her shoulder.
She pushed her body closer to mine. “Thank you for letting me have you like that.”
I kissed her shoulder again. “The pleasure is all mine, I can assure you of that.”
And as I laid there, holding the most amazing woman I’d ever come across, I felt a small part of me give way to her. I felt the smallest part of my walls crumble to her presence. Even though I couldn’t afford it—even though we were in the middle of a war—even I couldn't deny her beauty any longer. Her strength. Her intelligence. Her fortitude. Had we met under different circumstances, I would’ve had no issues telling this woman I loved her.
But this war was hard. And complicated. And always rife with lies and deceit. I had to be absolutely certain this woman was on my side. I had to be absolutely certain she wasn’t my Trojan Horse.
You know, before I told her how much I adored her.
22
Bonnie
As I stirred my creamer into my coffee, I couldn't stop smiling at Israel from across the breakfast nook. He read his newspaper and peeked around the edge every once in a while, tossing me a playful wink. And oh, how it filled my heart with joy. “How’d you sleep?”
He chuckled. “Well. You?”
I sipped my coffee. “I’m a bit sore, but other than that, I got a great night’s rest.”
He peered around his newspaper. “Sore?”
“A bit.”
He put his newspaper down. “Are you okay? Should I call someone?”
I giggled. “You overly fuss sometimes, you know that?”
“I just want you to be all right. Should I call someone?”
I reached for his hand. “I’m fine. Just a bit sore from, well, you know.”
He took my hand. “Trust me, I know. I just wanted to make sure it wasn’t something else.”
I sipped my coffee as I gazed into his eyes, but all I could think about was the night before. How many times he’d taken me. How many ways he’d had me. The episode in the shower this morning had been icing on the cake, and I’d never felt more alive or more cherished in all my life. I never wanted things to end. I simply wanted to keep going and let him explore my body until I was spent, and he was satiated.
The elevator came to life.
“Are you expecting someone?” I asked.
Israel stood from the breakfast nook. “No, I’m not. You stay here.”
“Israel, I’m not sure if—”
He pointed at me. “Stay, Bonnie. I’m serious. If you want to stand by my side, you need to know when to buck and when to listen.”
So, I kept my seat while he inched himself into the hallway.
I abandoned my coffee and strained my ears to listen. I heard muffled voices down the hallway, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. I felt like I recognized the other voice, though. I simply didn’t know from where.
Until Israel came back to the kitchen with his fucking brother.
“Giovanni,” I said as I stood.
Israel snapped. “Sit.”
My eyebrows rose. “I’m sorry, excuse me?”
Giovanni raised his hands in surrender. “You should sit for this.”
I slowly regained my seat. “What’s going on? Why do you look so angry, Israel?”
He sat down in front of me, and his eyes never once left my face.
“Let her hear it,” he said.
I paused. “Hear what?”
Giovanni placed a recording device onto the table and pressed a small green button. And when my voice filled the space between us, my eyes widened.
“That’s exactly what’s
