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transferred her hands to his shoulders, ragged nails
clawing at his skin as he forged deep and held still, frustrating her with his
lack of movement. Her pussy tightened with anticipation.
    As he did the
night before, he gave her the final decision. “Take me when you’re ready.”
    “You say that,”
she gasped, “but you’re already inside me.”
    “Take me farther,”
he whispered. “Fuck me, Moon.”
    Her back arched
without warning—wholly out of her control as heat stormed up her spine. Her
pussy softened in such a way that Weslyn felt it on a profound level,
and felt everything between her legs grow steamy, humid, wet and needy. Her
inner walls shook and shoved of their accord, and before she knew it, she was
riding Nolan without restraint.
    She pumped her
hips, took him deeper. Up and down without grace, bucking, searching for more
of the thick pleasure only he’d ever given her. Freedom came in many forms, she
thought as she slid down his shaft, but the exhilarating rush of lust with a
man who could control his own was something Weslyn had never thought to
experience.
    Now that she had,
she became greedy for more.
    She slammed down
on him and grinded, hoping to ease the ache in her clit. He dug his fingers
into her hips, angled his pelvis and tried to help. Sharp need spread out and
raked her inner thighs with bliss-filled claws. Weslyn tipped her head back.
    Nolan swooped in,
sucking her nipple into his mouth with just enough force to have her pussy
contracting around his cock. Decadent sensation shot down her torso and met the
rolling heat working its way up from her pussy. Weslyn clutched at Nolan’s nape
and pushed harder with her hips. She descended into primal madness, unable to
pull back, only able to move forward. His cock jolted over hidden nerves so
eager she was certain they were only seconds away from erupting into flame.
    Hard and hot,
thrusting and rocking, deeper and thicker until Weslyn exploded. She screamed,
but Nolan captured her mouth with his and drank her cries as he pushed deeper
still and came inside her with a hard shudder and a flood of heat. Still
coming, still pulsing with need, Weslyn rocked and bounced, pulling her lover
closer and sliding her hard nipples against his chest.
    He held her as the
aftershocks racked her body. Every time she thought to catch her breath, new
pleasure jolted through her. Nolan smoothed his palms down her back and
manipulated her hips until she was sliding back and forth on his softening
shaft, both their juices lubricating, easing the friction until he slipped
free. Hot, wet and messy. Her pussy convulsed and shivered, slower and gentler,
until she finally fell still and silent.
    Breathless.
    “Thank you,” she
whispered.
    She felt Nolan
grin, just as he pressed his lips to her temple. Then he said, “Get some rest,
Weslyn. We’ll get to Barre early tomorrow morning.”

 

    12
     
     
     
    They’d arrived in
Barre Vermont by lunchtime on the third day of their travels. In spite of
knowing he shouldn’t, Nolan procrastinated for as long as he could, and made
damn sure Weslyn ate before he took her to the police station.
    Everything
happened fast, and Nolan didn’t like it. He was used to being involved in as
much of the process as he wanted, or as much as his superiors forced him to be,
but Barre’s finest didn’t need or want his help. When the police tried to throw
a major extortion charge into the mix, Nolan finally had enough and made a call
to the Burlington office for a little federal backup.
    Aggravating the
locals, the FBI swooped in and stole the art forger right out from under the
police chief’s nose. Nolan pulled a few strings and got Moon a lawyer, then
tried to pull a few more to get her seen by a judge and bonded out the same
day, but he failed in that mission. There were a few confusions that had to be
cleared up before Weslyn could get a bail hearing—namely, who she belonged to
as a prisoner. She was the most exciting