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“What?” she gasps, eyes rolling back as I pinch her nipples.
“Mine.”
“Yes,” she pants, grinding against me as I continue fucking her in deep, languid thrusts, both losing and finding myself between her thighs. Our bodies move as one, engaged in a tantric dance to a soundtrack of our own making. Her moans are music to my ears, the thump of our heartbeats the baseline.
I lose track of time; of the world around us. It’s just me and the girl I’ve been in love with for my entire life, our lips finding one another’s, mouths fusing.
River’s thighs tighten around me and she pushes at my shoulder, throwing her weight to roll us over and landing on top. Pressing up against my chest, she starts riding me with wild abandon, grinding her hips over my lap and driving me to the brink of oblivion.
I reach up to squeeze her tits, tugging her down over me so I can suck a nipple into my mouth. She whines and starts riding me harder, faster, building friction until her thighs tremble and she can barely breathe.
She’s getting close, and fuck, so am I. Reaching up to sweep her hair back from her face, I circle a hand around her throat, applying slight pressure as I murmur, “Let go, babygirl.”
She does, and it’s the most incredible thing I’ve ever witnessed. Her body shudders, mouth dropping open on a silent scream as she unravels, her inner walls clamping down around my cock. I grip her hips and slam her down over me, roaring out as I follow her over the edge of bliss, coming so hard that I see fucking stars.
River collapses against my chest, both of us sweaty and spent, fighting to catch our breath. I stroke her damp hair back from her face, pressing a kiss to her forehead as my soul starts to come back into my body.
“Well fuck, that was worth the wait,” I rasp.
“No kidding,” she chokes out, tracing the ink on my chest with her fingertips.
“Was it alright?” I ask lowly.
“Alright?” she snorts.
“You can be honest,” I murmur, stroking my fingers through her hair. “I’m sure I’ll get better with practice.”
“Wh-what?” she stammers, pushing up against my chest and blinking at me in bewilderment.
I shrug a shoulder, lips curving into a grin. “You’re my first, babygirl,” I admit, thinking back to what she said at the fire all those years ago. “Thought it’d be kinda romantic to wait for my fated mate.”
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“Eat my dust, Walker!” River snickers, mashing the buttons of the controller in her hands as her car speeds ahead of mine on the screen. We’re on the last lap of our current race; the finish line is just beyond the next turn.
“Careful, Jacobsen,” I warn, gritting my teeth against the urge to gun it and retake my lead. “You’re going awfully fast into that curve…”
She hisses a breath in through her teeth, the tires of her car on screen skidding against the asphalt as she frantically tries to brake when entering the turn. It’s too late, though. Her car starts fishtailing, the front end clipping the side wall before she can correct her trajectory. I narrowly avoid colliding with her car as it spins on the track, whooping in victory as I manage to pass her unscathed and speed toward the finish line. The checkered flag waves, a banner scrolling across the screen to announce me as the winner.
“Damn it!” River huffs in frustration, flopping back against the couch cushions behind her. Still scowling at the TV screen, she holds her controller out to Ace seated on her other side, muttering, “I hate that track.”
“You say that every time you lose,” he chuckles as he takes it from her hand.
“I hate losing,” she grumbles.
“Then play against Ace, he’ll let you win,” I tease, turning a grin on her as I toss an arm up over the back of the cushions.
She swings her head my way, narrowing her eyes. “I’d better not catch either of youlettingme win.”
I shrug noncommittally, knowing it’ll push her buttons. Because she’s just as competitive as I am, and the only thing worse than losing is a false victory.
Her scowl deepens in response, fury burning behind her hazel eyes.
“Come here,” I laugh, tossing my controller down and lunging for her. Bickering with River is a whole lot more fun now that the two of us are fucking. All that frustration finally has somewhere to go, and damnit if winding her up beforehand doesn’t make the sex even better. Grabbing her around the middle, I yank her over from her seat on the couch between me and Ace, pulling her up onto my lap.
“What are you doing?” River squeaks as I twist her around to straddle my waist, her eyes widening in alarm as she darts her gaze around the lounge.
Unfortunately, we’re not alone up here. Our fellow recruits are also enjoying their lazy Sunday, lounging on the couches positioned around the room or engaged in friendly matches on the foosball and air hockey tables. Privacy is difficult to come by at the squad complex, and I’m sick of keeping my hands to myself just for the sake of everyone else hanging around.