Free For His Honor by Kelly Favor

around here?”

    “Anytime,” he said. And then he picked her up in his arms as if she weighed no more than a feather. Red carried her to the little twin bed against the wall and laid her down on it.

    “Cozy,” she said, even though it was anything but.

    “That thing?” he said. “It’s about as cozy as sleeping on a pile of rocks.”

    “It’s more like sleeping on a thin mattress on a pile of rocks,” Nicole corrected him. “And I don’t care, as long as you’re in here with me.” She patted the bed next to her.

    “There’s hardly any room.”

    “You’re used to sleeping in gigantic beds. This is better. I want to change our bed in the master bedroom to one that’s this size. Maybe we can swap them for one another.”

    Red laughed at that. “You’re nuts,” he said, climbing into bed with her. “Your ankle?”

    “I’m fine. Just don’t sit on it and we’re good.”

    “I’ll do my best not to sit on it.”

    “Good.” She spun so that her back was to him and he wrapped his strong arms around her, pressing his entire body close to hers.

    Instantly, Nicole was warm and happy, as content as she’d ever been. “This is nice,” she purred.

    “It’s a lot better than nice.” His mouth brushed against the back of her neck and she felt his member stiffening against her from inside his shorts. He was wearing boxers and a tight t-shirt.

    She had nothing on under her t-shirt, and he could probably tell right about now.
    “I want to stay like this forever,” she murmured, as his hands cupped her breasts over her shirt. Nicole’s nipples stiffened—as always, she responded instantaneously to his touch.

    “We’re going to be like this forever. You’re my soul mate,” he said, kissing her neck again and again.

    “Do you believe in that? Do you believe we’re really soul mates?” She looked back at him.

    “Yeah. Yeah, I do. I guess maybe in the past I dismissed the idea, but now that we met I know what that term really means. There’s nobody else in the world who gets me the way that you do.”

    “And you get me,” she said, pushing her butt against him and wiggling. He pressed closer to her. She could feel the tip of his hard cock pushing against her, sending waves of pleasure through her lower half. Nicole was suddenly wet, wanting him like she’d never wanted anything in her life.

    “I get all of you,” he said. “Don’t I?” His hands cupped her breasts more firmly now, his fingers making circles around her nipples.

    “All of me. Any part of me. Every part of me.”

    “Tell me what I get,” he said, his voice growing husky as his hands worked over her breasts.

    “You get my lips,” she said.

    “And I can make those lips do anything, can’t I?” It was more of a statement than a question.

    Nicole grew more aroused at the sudden image of her lips sliding up and down his shaft. He was rocking against her now, the tip of him sliding around the edges of her from behind. She moaned and laid her head back against him, as his hot lips brushed across her neck, nibbled and sucked her earlobe.

    “I’ll do anything you say,” she finally responded, almost breathless from excitement.

    “What other parts of you do I get?”

    “My tits.”

    “And?”

    “My pussy.”

    “What about the rest of your body?”

    “Everything I have is yours,” she said.

    In response to this, his hands moved down and reached beneath her shirt. His hands were large and warm, so familiar but also unpredictable. Depending on his mood, Red could be gentle and softer than soft, or he could be as rough and aggressive as a man just let out of prison after twenty years.

    Tonight, he seemed to be a perfect mix of gentle and aggressive. Nicole liked it when he was rough, she liked the constant push and pull of his sexual desires. He was at once dark and light, soft and hard, loving and ruthless.

    She wanted all of him. She loved all of him—even the difficult parts.

His hands