Free Better with You: Outback Skies, Book 4 by Lexxie Couper Page A

tighter.
    Dani swallowed again, the perilous situation not lost on her. She was bound to an immovable object while impaled on the erection of the most dangerous man she’d ever known and had just divulged secrets about his former boss planning an act that could be only described as treason.
    “And you thought I would keep you alive?”
    The question sent a shard of cold fear through her.
    “I…” she began.
    He yanked her knee up higher to his side, slamming his cock harder, deeper into her.
    She cried out, clawing at him with her free hand.
    At her throat, his fingers curled.
    “You thought I would protect you from our old boss?” he asked, punctuating the words with slow, deep thrusts.
    “I…I…”
    She couldn’t say it. She couldn’t fucking say it. How did she confess to—
    “Or because,” he whispered, slowly withdrawing from her until the distended rim of his cock head stretched her folds wide, “you wanted to give him another target? One he’s been wanting since I told him to go fuck himself?”
    Dani shook her head. It was hard. Charlie’s grip on her throat had tightened to the point it was a struggle to breath. To move. “No, J—Charlie. That’s…not…”
    He slammed back into her. Sinking into her until his balls slapped against her.
    Pain and pleasure detonated inside her. Wrapped in fear and adrenaline and threaded with lust and desire and need.
    “If he comes for you here,” he growled against her cheek as he withdrew to the tip of his cock again, “and finds me…”
    He drove into her once more.
    Dani cried out, the rough invasion flooding her with electric pleasure. The soles of her feet tingled.
    “He’ll forget you said no to an order—” he caught her earlobe with his teeth, kneaded her breast, pinched her nipple, “—and go after me instead.”
    She groaned, awash in raw, carnal pleasure. “N-no…no, that’s not…not it…”
    He teased her nipple, dragging his mouth down to the side of her throat where her neck became her shoulder and sucked on her flesh.
    “Charlie…” She scraped her nails over his shoulder, straining against the cable tie even as she reveled in every second of his interrogation. “I’m here…”
    He skimmed his hand over her ribs, down to her belly. Pumped into her hard and fast. Explored her throat, her shoulder, her jaw with his lips and teeth and tongue.
    “I’m here…” she tried again. Christ, she was finding it hard to function. To focus. She’d never felt so consumed by pleasure, by need.
    “I’m here…” she repeated, tangling her hand in his hair as he slipped his fingers down to the curve of her sex. Her clit.
    He found the tiny hooded button.
    Stroked it.
    “Holy fuck, Charlie,” Dani burst out, liquid electricity rupturing through her at the touch. “Holy fuck, I’m here because I love you and I wanted to see you one last time before I die!”
    Her orgasm crashed through her as the confession tore the air. Both uncontrolled. Both powerful and undeniable.
    Charlie froze, buried to the balls inside her.
    And then, with a growl, he fisted a hand in her hair and locked his stare on hers. “About fucking time you told me that, Aanjay.”
    Dani gasped, her heart slamming into her throat as his lips curled into a smile she’d never seen him make before.
    A real smile.
    A happy smile.
    “The feeling,” he rasped, holding her gaze as she felt his body tense, coil, “is entirely fucking mutual.”
    And without another word, he captured her lips with his and pounded into her, filling her with his seed in an orgasm, a release, more wild and fierce and powerful than any act of violence she’d ever known him to perform.
    The sheer force of his release and the truth he’d divulged detonated another orgasm in her. She cried out, her sex contracting around his driving cock, her whole body on fire.
    “Charlie… hatiku …” She panted, clinging to him, as he filled her. “Oh, Charlie…”
    She didn’t know how long they came