Free At Peace (The War Trilogy #3) by Andria Large

moan. He pushes forward, breaching the tight ring of muscle quickly. I gasp at the burn and fullness that I haven’t felt in a few weeks. In one quick thrust, he completely seats himself inside of me.
    “Fuuuuck,” I groan.
    He grips my hips tightly as he slowly pulls back before slamming forward again. He does this a few more times before finding a faster and harder pace. The only sound in the room is the sound of our bodies slapping together and our panting breaths with the occasional gasp and moan tossed in. 
    Dennis grabs a handful of my hair and yanks my head back hard enough that I’m forced to follow with my body. So now my back is arched and only my fingertips are touching the wall.
    His lips brush the shell of my ear, his heavy breaths tickling the side of my face. “You like it rough like this?”
    “Fuck, yes,” I rasp.
    “I’ve missed you,” he whispers in my ear.
    “I’ve missed you, too, Den,” I reply.
    “I’m not going to last much longer,” he grunts.
    “Me neither.”
    I feel Dennis’ rhythm falter before he pumps a few more times then slams home with a low growl. His cock pulses inside of me so I know that he’s coming. Then the next thing I know, he’s pulling out, spinning me around and on his knees sucking my cock into his mouth. I’m so shocked and overwhelmed by the pleasure that I instantly lose it. I grab onto his head as I come into his mouth. Dennis swallows and moans as he continues to suck me, making sure he gets everything.
    He finally lets me go once I’m soft. He gets to his feet and takes my face in his hands, tenderly pressing his lips to mine.
    “I love you,” he says.
    “I love you, too.”
    “Let’s right ourselves and get the hell out of here before someone comes looking for me,” Dennis says, and I can hear the smile in his tone.
    “Okay.” I sigh breathlessly. “I don’t know if I can move, though.”
    He chuckles.
    “That was hot,” I murmur as I push away from the wall.
    Dennis hums his agreement. “Mmm, yes, it was.”
    After we’re decent, Dennis gives me one more languid kiss before unlocking the door and motioning for me to go out. He locks the door back up and shoves the keys into his front pocket. He runs his fingers through his hair and over his face. He checks to make sure his fly is up and pulls down his T-shirt.
    “Alright, back to work,” he says.
    “I’ll probably head home, if that’s okay with you?” I ask.
    We walk down the hall leading back into the bar.
    “Yeah, sure,” he replies with a small satisfied smile.
    “Okay, I’ll see you in a few hours,” I murmur.
    Dennis nods and leans down, giving me a quick kiss on the lips just as we enter the bar. “See you then.”
    He sends me a wink and a private smile before returning to his post at the door. I walk over to the bar where I left my helmet and scoop it up. When I straighten up, Britney is standing on the other side of the bar, hands planted on the bar top, her eyebrow raised.
    “If you two didn’t just have sex somewhere in this place, I’ll eat a beer bottle,” she says dryly.
    A lopsided grin spreads across my face but I don’t say a word.
    “I knew it. Your hair is a mess, by the way.”
    “Just the way I like it,” I say with a wink and a shit-eating grin.
    She rolls her eyes at me but I can see that she’s fighting off a smile.
    “See you later, Brit.”
    “Mmm hmm,” she replies.
    I leave the pub and get back on my bike. I hiss when I sit down on the seat. Shit, my ass is sore. We haven’t fucked that hard in a while. I start my bike and make my way home where I take a quick shower and crawl into bed to wait for Dennis to get home.
     
     
     
     

 
    ~ Chapter Seven ~
     
    ~ Tucker ~
     
    An incessant pounding wakes me up out of me sleep. Dennis shifts next to me and grumbles something about turning off the drums. I rub the sleep from my eyes and glance at the clock on the nightstand. Jesus, it’s four in the morning. What the hell is that