Find Me (The Found Duet #2)(63)
Author: Laurelin Paige

The realization was sobering.

It also caused my orgasm to escalate a million degrees, taking me near the brink of its explosion.

JC continued to pound into me, continued to claim me as his. “I’m the one who will be here in the morning and every morning after that. It’s my cock that fits perfectly inside your pussy. It’s me who knows what you need and how to make you come, and I’m going to be the one who makes you come now and for the rest of your life.”

My climax was so close, and I was already struggling for air when JC increased the pressure at my neck. Instinctively, I squirmed.

He only held me tighter. Only fucked me harder. “Come for me if you understand that you’re mine, Gwen.”

God, I was almost there. Tears rolled down my cheeks and my lungs burned. Almost, almost!

JC lowered his other hand and found my clit. “Come on, Gwen,” he said, applying pressure to the small ball of nerves that mirrored the one at my neck. “Come for me.”

I did. I came, my orgasm surging through me with such violence that my whole body shook. A soft cry fell from my lips, and JC moved his hand from my throat to clamp it over my mouth.

“Shh,” he coaxed as he slammed harder into me. “Shh.” I bit down to silence myself, capturing a sliver of his skin between my teeth. “Fuck,” he swore quietly, and I wasn’t sure if he was cursing because I’d bitten him or because he’d reached his own climax. “Fu-uckkkk.” He dragged the word out, his fingers digging into my cheek as his release blended with mine.

It took several minutes for our breathing to settle. As we calmed, he held me, too spent to stand on my own. His lips pressed silent kisses against my shoulder, and I bathed in the blessed peace of surrender that I only felt with him.

Still, even in the haze of post-coital bliss, I recognized the lesson I’d just learned. I’d always known JC could use sex to free me, but now I knew he could use it to cage me as well.

Chapter Fifteen

“Are you trying out the new shower without me?” JC asked, stepping into the stall with me.

I couldn’t admit that that’s exactly what I’d been doing. The multi-head spray system was one of the things we’d both fallen in love with when we’d put the offer on the condo. “Just getting the temperature right.”

“Yeah, I bet you were.”

The last eleven weeks had been a whirlwind with finding a condo and moving while simultaneously planning our wedding. Yesterday had been our first in the new place, and everything was still in boxes. I was so exhausted by all of it that I’d seriously considered canceling my regular Thursday evening at the Pierces. But with only a little more than a week to the big event, I had to get the last-minute details worked out, and this was the best night for Laynie to help me.

I adjusted the top shower nozzle so the spray would hit both of us. “Are you sure you can’t come to dinner?”

“I wish I could, but I have to get this deal wrapped up before the honeymoon.” Along with all the other things going on in our life, JC had gone back to work this month. His latest investment was with an info-tech company in Tokyo, which made it easy for him to stay on the same sleeping schedule as me. While I was at the club every night, he would work at home from his computer. Then I’d come home and spend the morning with him before we both hit the sack.

I picked up the shampoo bottle, grateful I’d remembered to put it in the shower before getting wet, and handed it to JC.

He took it but then returned it to the shelf without opening it and came at me instead, pushing me back against the shower wall. “Before we get clean,” he said, his body pressed to mine, “we should get a little dirty.”

Instantly, I was wet, and not just from the spray. “Oh, really? What did you have in mind?”

When we’d chosen the date for our nuptials, I’d thought it was far enough in the future that the two of us would have a chance to get to know more about one another. And we had (JC was registered as Independent and he hated marshmallows), but the way we still knew each other best was carnally. Which wasn’t at all a bad thing. In fact, it was very much a good thing. I’d never imagined having such an active, full sex life with someone, even after all my experience with JC the year before.

He gestured above me. “Hold onto that bar.”

I followed his gaze to find a metal rod, much like a towel rack, anchored into the wall above me. “I don’t remember that being here.”

He gave me a playful grin. “That’s because I had it installed. Now we’re going to test it out. Hold onto it and don’t let go no matter what.”