Free Maze (The Ballerina Series #2) by Ursula Sinclair

luscious curve, her kind heart, every
part of her. All mine. I don’t know what I ever did in my life to be granted
someone like her. I knew I’d fucked up in the past and I’d try not to again
because I couldn’t lose her. I’d do whatever I had to, to deserve her love.
    She
moved her arm and wrapped it around my neck, drawing me to her. I covered her
body with mine. I intended to go slow but wasn’t sure either of us wanted slow
right now. This was our first night in our place. I smiled. Plenty of time to
do slow later.
    She
opened her legs and I kissed her at the same time I lowered my hand to cup her.
I ended up moaning into her mouth. She was so fucking wet and ready for me. My
dick didn’t have to be told twice.
    I
grasped the pulsating length and guided it straight to where it throbbed to go,
to where it needed to go. As soon as I entered her she sighed, a sound of pure
pleasure humming from her throat, and she grabbed my ass. She flexed her hips
upward and I pushed inward, diving deeper into my haven. I pulled out just to
her entrance and she shifted one leg farther up on me. I moved my arms under
her knees and raised them until they were over my shoulder, leaving her very
open and vulnerable to me.
    I
surged all the way inside her, then out again, and then in again. Soon we had
our rhythm, and she met me thrust for thrust. When she reached between our
bodies and grasped my balls, my entire body clenched. I roared while I released
everything into her. My frame kept shuddering until all the liquid seemed to be
drained from my cock. And still I wanted to give up more. I didn’t care how
many times I’d made love with Ivy, I always wanted more. Finally, my trembling
stopped and the quivers coming from her sex slowed to the point I could breathe
again. Barely.
    I
lowered her legs then rolled to the side. My dick had softened and slipped out
of her. My breathing evened out more as we lay side by side staring at each
other. I pushed the hair off her face and leaned forward to kiss the tip of her
button nose.
    “Love
you,” I whispered and settled my head on the pillow next to hers. More content
than I’ve ever been in my life.
    “I
love you, too.”

 
    An
annoying sound kept playing in my head, trying to drag me out of the cocoon of
peace surrounding me. I attempted to ignore it, but Ivy moving out of my arms
had me opening my eyes and awareness coming that made me realize the noise came
from my ringing cell.
    I
sat up and glanced around. Floor. The phone was in my pants pocket on the
floor.
    I
rolled over Ivy and reached down to answer the call but it stopped ringing as
soon as I touched it. It was a missed call from Uncle Tsang, and my fuzzy brain
also registered the time. A few minutes after three a.m. Nothing good could
come from a phone call at this witching hour, something Joe used to say about
late night calls. I sat up, but before I could hit redial, the phone vibrated
again. My hand was fucking trembling when I hit the answer button to take the
call my gut screamed would change everything.
    I
held the phone up to my ear and listened. Blood exploded in my head and the
phone fell from my icy fingers to the mattress. I couldn’t think. I watched as
Ivy picked up the phone and spoke quickly to Uncle Tsang. When she hung up
there were tears in her eyes.
    “Yes.
We have to go.” I didn’t recognize the dead voice coming from my mouth. I still
hadn’t completely processed what I’d heard. Somehow she got me out of bed. I
don’t know what I would have done without Ivy. I’m not sure how I even managed
to get dressed and downstairs to the car. Terry was already there in the
driver’s seat, and there was another large guy waiting for us on the sidewalk,
long black hair pulled back into a braid and built like a soma wrestler.
    “This
way, sir,” he said gesturing toward the open car door as he kept glancing up
and down the street. He helped us into the limo then got into the