Defending Serenty by Elle Wylder

really, but I
can’t let her go either. I pull her into my arms, brushing a hand
over her hair to pull out the rubber band.
    “I’m sorry, baby,” I whisper.
    I’m not sure what I’m apologizing for.
Everything. Nothing. And I mean every word. She lets me hold her a
minute before she pulls away. Her eyes are dry but they’re haunted
and I’m afraid in the end I’m going to destroy us both. If I was a
better man I’d leave and never come back. I don’t deserve her, but
I want her all to myself. I see her like no one else does. I see
her naked and vulnerable and I’m not talking about skin. She can’t
hide from me like she does from other people.
    She picks my hand up and examines my
knuckles. There are cuts on two but they aren’t a big deal.
    “You should put some cream on these and cover
them. You don’t have time to deal with an infection, even a minor
one.”
    She sounds worried and I put a finger under
her chin, lift it to look in her eyes. She’s back in control. No
sign of the earlier chink in her armor.
    “Will it always be this way, Trace? The
secrets?”
    I wince at the subtle accusation in her voice
and that pisses me off. This situation is not entirely my fault.
I’m not the one who’d got a wild hair and decided to become a cop.
I take a deep breath, reminding myself that part of her life is
ending soon. I don’t know if I can give her what she wants
though.
    “I don’t know,” I tell her. “I guess that
depends on what you can learn to live with.”
    I can see that makes her as uncomfortable as
it does me. The hell with this. I’m sticking to what I know I can do right. I pull her back into my arms and she leans into my
kiss with a moan. That’s more like it. I run my hands down her
sides of the smooth fabric of her gown and lean back for a better
look.
    “What are you wearing?”
    She looks embarrassed. “It’s just a night
gown.”
    No it isn’t. It dips low in the bodice, hugs
her body, and barely falls to the top of her thighs. I wonder if
she’s wearing anything under it. God, I hope not.
    “I like it,” I murmur before I grab the hem
and slowly pull it up.
    She holds her arms over her head so I can
take it off and toss it aside. She’s wearing a matching thong and I
decide to leave it on for a minute. Her nipples are hard tempting
points that I have to taste before I lose my mind. I set my hands
on her hips and lift her so she can wrap her legs around my hips
and hook her heels over my ass. She’s at just the right height for
my mouth and I suck her nipple. I want to take my time but she
makes that noise again and I know this is going to be fast and hard
and very satisfying.
    “Trace,” she whispers. “More.”
    She wraps one arm around my neck and the
other around my head, holding me close. I know what she wants and I
bite her gently. I switch to the other breast. She groans. Then
begs. It’s fucking music.
    “Are you wet for me, baby?”
    “Yes,” she pants. “What the hell are you
waiting for?”
    I pull her legs loose and see the
anticipation in her eyes. I can’t get out of my jeans fast enough
and by the time I roll on the condom she’s removed her underwear
and stepped towards the bed. But I don’t wait that long. I pick her
up and her eyes widen as I thrust into her. She’s hot and slick and
tight around me. I go to the nearest hard surface, the bedroom
door, and push her back against it. Her legs are around my waist,
her hands gripping my shoulders, and I look down between us at
where we’re connected. I want to feel her coming, watch her face
when she does and I grin.
    “Touch yourself, Serenity. Get off for
me.”
    She whimpers and slowly moves one hand.
Stroking down my chest to where I’m shuttling in and out of her
sweet pussy. Her fingers graze my cock and I fight down the desire
to fuck her hard and fast. I’m going to drag this out as long as I
can for both of us. This is the best part of our fucked up
relationship and I won’t screw it