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“Well, this place is pretty far off, kind of isolated, and this was hidden pretty well.” He shrugged even though she was still staring at the food. “There were boxes on top of the hidden door. Chances are, even after all this time, no one ever found the place. I didn’t see any trails, and everything is pretty much grown over by now. We lucked out, baby.” Here he was, saying endearments to this woman who he just met, and felt territorial possession fill him. She turned and faced him and then slowly rose.

  When she moved toward him, his cock instantly got hard. He had a lot of shit he needed to do to get this place safe and secure for them, but all he could think about was being with her. She was right in front of him, lifting her hands and placing them on his jacket.

  They were both filthy, but he noticed a small tub behind the altar, probably for baptisms, but for them it would make a great place to bathe.

  “This is kind of crazy, Collin,” she said in a soft voice and looked at him. “And a little surreal.”

  “But it feels right.” Collin didn’t state it like a question.

  Rebecca looked down at the ground but kept her hands on his chest. The silence was killing him, and Collin wasn’t used to that feeling. He had always gotten things handed to him, because if not, the repercussions were grave and deadly, but with Rebecca, he wanted to make sure she wanted this.

  He didn’t want to force her into anything, but at the same time, he didn’t want to let her go, couldn’t let her go.

  If she refused him, fought him tooth and nail on leaving with him, Collin would have pressed the issue. He never would have forced her to do something she didn’t want to do, but only if she was safe. If there was a situation she wanted to be stubborn about, and danger was close, he would have thrown her over his shoulder and fought anyone who came close. He wanted her to be protected above all else.

  She looked into his eyes, so understanding, so open and curious, and his fucking heart sped up right then and there.

  “It does feel right, and I think that’s the craziest part of all this.” She licked her lips, and he watched the act. “I don’t know anything about you, yet I feel so safe being with you.” She shook her head, and a moment of silence stretched between them. “I shouldn’t though, not after the stuff I’ve been through or the things I have seen.” She stared at him, and this anger rose inside him like a fucking sledgehammer needing to destroy something. Just thinking about anyone wanting to hurt her enraged him.

  “In this world, we have to take what we can get, especially when it feels right.” He cupped her face, wanting to kiss her so damn badly. Why the fuck was he trying to stop himself? Leaning in, he pressed his mouth to hers, felt her open for him, and knew he had to have her tonight. He couldn’t wait, not when she was so damn receptive. He stroked her tongue with his, groaned out when she moaned into his mouth, and slid his hand down her back.

  He cupped her ass, squeezing the mounds. She was wearing too many clothes, like all of them, but before he could tear the fucking material away, she broke the kiss and took a step back.

  He lowered his head but kept his gaze locked on her. Right now, he felt pretty feral, but he’d let her call the shots and lead the way for this first time.

  Only for this first time though.

  16

  The sun set some time ago, and Rebecca had actually had a bath in the baptism pool, although it’d been frigid. They gathered the pond water, filled the tiny pool in the church, and she cleaned herself with the soap she found at the grocery store.

  She couldn’t remember the last time she felt so clean since the world had ended, and even her teeth felt minty thanks to the toothpaste and toothbrush she also snagged. Now she was watching Collin as he finished bathing too.

  They found some candles in the loft storage area above, as well as several in brass candleholders around the main floor. The clothes she had on were clean, but she was already itching to have them off. She wanted his naked body pressed against hers, wanted to feel his big, calloused hands moving along her flesh, tweaking her nipples, stroking her pussy. God, she was so wet.

  Shifting on the pew, she glanced over her shoulder once more after turning away, trying to give him privacy.

  He stood, his back to her now, with the sight of his broad shoulders and muscular back on full display. But the massive raven tattoo that covered the width of his shoulders and branched all the way down to the small of his back looked deadly as much as it turned her on.

  It was almost violent in appearance as pieces of the big black bird’s wings broke off and covered his sides and the back of his bulging biceps.

  The candles cast shadows along his big, muscular form, and she wondered how he stayed so defined in a world like this. And then he turned and faced her—the podium was now gone after he removed it—so she saw every single detail of his body. Every. Single. One.

  Since the church was now cleaned up, the window and door boarded up, they were shut in here, alone, both wanting something, yet she was afraid to say anything or make the first move. Water dripped from his dark hair, which was darker now because it was wet. She watched as the droplets moved down his hairless chest, along the lines and ridges of his defined pecs and abdomen, and stopped when she saw his erection.

  His cock was thick and long, but not overly huge. He was a big man in general, and the shaft between his legs and the heavy sack below had everything inside her clenching in need.

  He moved away from the small pool built into the ground, grabbed a rag to dry off, and then took a step closer to her. He was only feet from her, and she smelled the soap on his body. Rebecca saw the strength and masculinity in his form, and she wanted that all over her and filling her until she smelled just like him.

  Here he was, his hair still slightly wet, water droplets dripping onto his chest, totally nude, and staring at her as if he wanted to devour her. He lifted a hand, and she held her breath as he pushed a lock of her hair away from her face.

  “God, you’re so beautiful, Rebecca,” Collin said softly, deeply, and huskily. He pushed the hair behind her ear and smoothed his fingers along her cheek. Chills raced along her arms, and she grew even wetter. God, could he see how hard her nipples were?

  “Thank you, but you haven’t seen a lot of women lately, have you?” Rebecca asked, teasing him, just as softly as when he had spoken. She was growing awkward, because she was nervous as hell.

  He shook his head and stared into her eyes. “It wouldn’t matter if I was surrounded by a hundred women. You’d still be the most beautiful one to me.”

  Her breath caught at his words. She didn’t know how a man who had just met her could think such things about her or speak to her so intimately. But he had said them, and she wasn’t going to question it further.

  She wanted this and wondered what in the hell would happen next. Rebecca needed to live in the here and now. She didn’t have anyone else now and had been in this little pit of loneliness and despair.

  This man had come into her life such a short time ago and given her something that she could grasp onto.

  Hope.

  17

  Collin was harder than he had ever been. His cock throbbed, and all he wanted to do was rip her fucking clothes away and bottom out inside her. A groan left him at the image that thought conjured up. The only thing that mattered right now was this woman.

  They had started this back at the loft and then continued it right above them in the second level of this church.

  They were clean now, he had secured the church well enough for the night, and they both wanted this. He could see her looking at his body, at the bullet scars from his previous life.

  It had been a life in which he lived on the edge, been shot at because of drug deals gone bad, of men fighting over territory, and this world wasn’t much different anymore. It was still dangerous, still violent and desperate, but right here and now, there wasn’t anything standing in their way except each other.

  Collin reached out, took her nape in his hand, and pulled
her forward. She gasped out when her chest slammed into his, and then she braced her hands on his chest. His cock jerked from the softness of her, from the scent of soap in her hair, and from the way she looked up at him with wide green eyes.

  Lowering his head toward hers, he claimed her mouth with his, licked and sucked at her tongue when she opened for him, and groaned against her lips.

  He didn’t break their kiss as he reached between their bodies with one hand, all but tore the button from her pants, ripped the zipper down, and tried to push the material down her legs. Shit, he wanted her just as naked as he was, but he also didn’t want to move away from her to make that happen.

  She was hot and sweet and surrendered herself to him like no other. When she put her hands on his chest and pushed him away, taking a step back was really hard for him. But she wasn’t stopping this and instead slipped her thumbs under the edge of her panties and pushed them down her legs too.

  Christ, he could see the material was soaking wet, and his cock jerked even harder.

  “I want this, Collin.”

  He swallowed hard, and moved his hand down to rub his palm over his erection. The damn thing would probably explode if he didn’t add a little bit of pressure to the bastard. He could have gotten off just from looking at her alone, and when she gripped the hem of her shirt and slowly started to lift it up, everything in him stilled.

  The bottom of her breasts came into view, and he wrapped his hand around his cock at the sight. But she stopped before he could see the full weight of her tits. A low growl left him, and her eyes widened.

  “Rebecca, baby, I’m liable to tackle you to the ground if you don’t let me see every inch of you.” He heard the soft noise that came from her, and then she pulled the shirt away and tossed it on the floor with her jeans.

  He took in her body, every damn glorious inch of her, and possessive need slammed into him. Rebecca was his, and he was about to claim her in a way he had never done with another woman.

  And then she was standing right in front of him, her breathing hectic and erratic, and her breasts rising and falling because of the action. She was thin and tiny. But she was also beautiful in every way. Her long dark hair hung down, still damp from her bath, the ends slightly curling.

  Her breasts were a handful and the peaks a light-pink color. Her nipples were hard, looking like they wanted his mouth right on them. Damn, he was hard.

  He lowered his gaze to her pussy, one with a thatch of short, dark hair covering it. Collin had always liked bare cunts when he was ruling his empire, but staring at her now, he grew so fucking turned on at the sight of her.

  But before he could move, she was lowering herself to her knees in front of him. Collin parted his lips and breathed in deeply when her eyes landed on his cock and stared at it.

  “Rebecca, what are you doing?” His voice was strained, and this was certainly not how he thought this evening was going to go, at least not right away.

  “I’m not a virgin, Collin.” She stared at his face and licked her lips. “Besides, I’ve been thinking about this since we were in the loft.” Her voice shook a little, and although she was taking the initiative right now, he knew she was nervous.

  Cupping the side of her face, he smoothed his fingers over her lips. But she didn’t say anything else, just wrapped her hand around his length. A strangled noise left him when she parted her lips and took the head into the hot, wet confines of her mouth.

  Collin reached out and wrapped his hand around her hair, closed his eyes, and let his head fall back. She took as much as she could, hollowed out her cheeks, and relaxed her throat.

  “Fuck, Rebecca. God, you are sucking my cock so damn good, baby.”

  She made a humming noise around him, and he groaned. The head of his erection nudged the back of her throat, but she didn’t give up.

  Over and over, she brought him to the brink of coming, but it was when she reached down and took his balls in one hand, gave them a squeeze that bordered on pain, that Collin had to stop or he’d come and this would be over before it fucking started.

  As he took hold of her shoulders and pulled her to her feet, the sound of his dick coming free from the tight suction of her lips sounded erotic as hell. Her lips were swollen and red, and a surge of proprietary need slammed into him. He had made her mouth look like that.

  Collin took her mouth in a brutal kiss at the same time he used his body to move her back until she was pressed against the wall. Sliding one of his hands behind her, down her back, and over the mound of her ass, he groaned against her mouth and squeezed one globe.

  He panted against her mouth and squeezed again, and again, and on the third time, he loosened his hold, knowing he needed to back off or he’d end up putting bruises on her pretty skin.

  “Take me, Collin. God, please erase the ugliness around us.” Her eyes were closed, and her voice was soft. Using his other hand, he gripped her behind one knee and brought her leg up to wrap it around his waist. He reached between their bodies, took hold of his cock, and started rubbing the head of his dick along her pussy, spreading her lips with the bulbous crown, just wanting to shove deep inside her.

  “Baby, I need to be inside you.”

  She opened her eyes and licked her lips. “I want you, Collin. I want you to fuck me.”

  He rested his forehead against hers. “I don’t have a condom, Rebecca,” he whispered and then moved lower to kiss her softly. “But I have to have you. I have always used protection when I was with a woman. I’ll be careful, pull out too, baby,” he groaned.

  She stared at him and swallowed audibly. “I trust you, Collin,” she breathed out. “I want you.” And then she was the one taking his mouth in a bruising kiss. He reached under her ass with his arm and lifted her easily off the ground.

  She wrapped her legs around his waist, and the movement caused her pussy to align perfectly with the head of his erection. She dug her heels into him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

  In a great surge, Collin pushed his cock into her but had to force himself to go slow at the tight feel. She was wet, soaking even, but fuck was she squeezing him with an iron grip.

  “You’re so big,” she moaned against his mouth. “It hurts, but God it feels so good.”

  Yeah, it bordered on the pain side for him too, because she was so tight, but hell, it felt incredible. He moved slower into her, felt her inner muscles milking him, and cursed.

  “Christ, Rebecca.” He didn’t want to hurt her, but at this rate, he’d come before he was fully inside her. Holding her tight, he pulled her away from the wall and turned to lay her on the pallet of blankets that was in the center of the room. He wasn’t about to finish this with her up against the wall. When she was in the center of the blankets, he pushed another inch into her.

  The gasp she let out had him groaning and tensing. He leaned back, took hold of her legs, and pushed them as wide as they could go.

  She braced her feet flat on the floor and gripped the blankets beneath her. Collin was riveted to the sight of her pussy stretched wide around his length. Her cunt was red from her arousal and so wet his cock was soaked with her cream.

  “You’re torturing me, Collin,” she moaned out. Her eyes were barely open, and her chest rose and fell violently, her breasts shaking from the force of it.

  Curling his fingers into the soft skin of her thighs, he thrust the rest of his dick into her until his balls slammed against her ass and she had taken every fucking inch of him. He gave her a moment to grow accustomed to him, and then he started to slowly pump in and out of her, working his cock into her.

  Her clit was swollen and just begging for attention. He placed his thumb on the hard little nub, rubbed it back and forth until she writhed on the floor, and then he increased his thrusting. Soon, the sloppy sound of her wet pussy sucking at his cock filled the room, and the smell of their sex slammed into his nose.

  Fuck, he was close to coming, but he was holding himself back.

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�Yes, Collin,” she moaned again and reached up to grab his biceps, digging her nails into his skin.

  “Come on, baby. Squeeze my cock. Make me come with you.”

  She arched her neck, and her mouth opened on a silent cry as she did just that. The rhythmic pull of her milking his dick would have sent him over the edge, but Collin was a resilient bastard, and wasn’t going to end this until he tasted her. When her tremors subsided, he pulled out of her reluctantly and put her on her belly with a rolled-up blanket under her.

  He pulled her legs apart again, grabbed her hips, and popped out her ass. Her cheeks spread, and he saw an unobstructed view of her asshole.

  God, he was going to fuck that at some point. Her pussy was spread too, all juicy-looking. He wanted to see his cum slipping out of her. Collin moved lower so his face was right up in her cunt. She smelled sweet and musky, and there was the slight scent of him on her. He growled out low.

  He ate her out, licked her slit from pussy hole to clit. Shoving his tongue into her opening, he fucked her with it until she started grinding herself back against his mouth. “That’s it. Fuck yourself on me, baby. Make yourself come all over my face.”

  “Oh, God.” Her words were muffled against the blankets. He flattened his tongue up to her clit and sucked the little pearl into his mouth at the same time he shoved a finger into her. Curling the digit around until he felt that little hidden bundle of nerves, he pushed another finger into her and started stroking.

  Sucking on her clit and working her G-spot, Collin didn’t stop until he felt her start to shake. She was murmuring incoherent things, and he moved his mouth away to watch what was about to happen.

  “That’s it, baby. Give me this. Give it to me, Rebecca.”

  “Oh. My. God.” She lifted up her ass a little more, and a tremor worked over her entire body as she came. He pulled his fingers out and went back to teasing her clit. His woman was crying out now, but he didn’t stop rubbing her until she fell onto her belly and begged him to stop.