Free Chloe's Donor by Sabine Ferruci Page A

core. His fingers fluttered through her juices, skipping over her engorged lips, making her whimper with need.
    Positioning his cock at her needy vagina, he slowly rocked against her, pulling her panties tight with one hand and smoothing his wet finger against her sensitized back opening. She sucked in a breath at the strange sensation, and felt his cock enter the lips of her vagina, tantalizing in its nearness. Each time he pressed deeper, his finger pressed more firmly against her rear opening. He reached around with his other hand and grabbed the bindings that were still draped around her arms, curling them up in his large fist.
    With one final thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, his finger slipping inside her simultaneously, and draped his still clothed body over her back. The complete fullness, the sight of his hand around her bindings, lifting her arms in front of her, the rasp of the rough jeans against her backside and his t-shirt against her naked back were all too much for her. He reared back and thrust again, hissing in her ear, “Come for me now.”
    She clenched around him, throbbed around his thickness, each convulsion rippling throughout her body, pulsing to her nipples, stiffening her limbs, melting her heart, and fusing her forever to his soul. There was no doubt. She was his.
     
     
     
    Chapter Seven
     
    For the eighty-first time since returning from his physical therapy session, Dev’s eyes drifted to the painting on his apartment wall. With no qualms at all, he had procured it from Chloe’s living room yesterday morning and hauled it back to North Carolina. He figured he deserved full custody of something, even if it was destined to drive him bat shit.
    “B.D., this is Houston. Come in B.D.” Rick Price, one of his oldest Delta buddies, was sprawled on Dev’s worn out couch, looking comfortable in a wrinkled Hawaiian shirt, cut offs and a worn pair of flip flops. His dark hair was nearly grown out to his shoulders and his skin was tan from his recent assignment abroad. Best of all, he was conveniently off the deployment roster for the next thirty days.
    “I’ve got a favor to ask.”
    “Does it have something to do with the luscious babe in the painting?”
    Dev wanted to smash in Rick’s face for just admiring Chloe’s image, which was a real pisser since he was about to ask his friend to do oh so much more to the real woman. “I need for you to go to Atlanta for a week or so.”
    Rick took a swig of his water. “Not a problem. I’m always up for a road trip.”
    “My friend, Chloe ....” Dev stopped to clear his throat and nodded toward the painting. “Actually, she’s temporarily sort of my wife.” When Rick did no more than lift an eyebrow, Dev continued on. “She needs an alarm system in her house.”
    Rick’s eyes narrowed and he started to peel the label off of the water bottle. “And the reason you can’t put in the alarm system is, what? Your scheduled tee time with the General?”
    Dev hated the fucking game of golf. “Screw you. I’ll ask someone else.”
    Rick snorted. “That I’ve got to see.”
    Dev rubbed his throbbing forehead. His empty apartment with its roomy, vacant bed had not inspired sleep last night and asking for a favor was harder than hiking twenty clicks with a full pack. Rick and he had that in common, along with a lot of other shared history, so one of them usually snagged the other when they were in any kind of bind.
    “Look. The marriage is not really working out.”
    “Uh huh. You look real unhappy in that painting.” Rick looked up at the portrait while he took another swig of water. “What’s the problem? Is that someone else’s bun in the oven?”
    “Christ, how did you manage to stay alive until now, Price?” Dev snapped. “You never know when to back off.”
    Rick leaned forward and set the bottle down, flexed his hands, and subtly shifted his weight to the balls of his feet. Smart man . He knew Dev was one micron away from