Fighting Chance (Misty Grove Book 1) (36 page)

He watched Lincoln talk to Bruno, trying to teach the pup to pick up things.

“No. No,” Lincoln scolded as Bruno thought he wanted to play tug-o-war with a throw pillow. “Pillow on couch, Bruno.”

Bruno growled.

“Shit,” Trent muttered, moving quickly to grab his son. “Linc, let him have it.” He was about to reprimand Bruno when Thor appeared and snapped at the pup, who immediately cowered, laid down, and tucked his head between his oversized paws.

“Thor is a good dog,” Lincoln informed Trent.

“That he is.”

“Mommy says he’s al-fa.”
 

“Definitely alpha dog.”

“But Mommy is al-fa of all.”

Trent raised a brow.

Cassie laughed behind him.

“Is that so?” Trent drawled, directing a heated gaze at his wife, raking her suggestively from head to toe.
 

“Dinner’s ready,” Cassie announced, her voice catching. Oh, she definitely knew what his stare promised.

“Come on, bud,” Trent lifted his son and walked to the kitchen. Passing Cassie, he murmured, “I can’t wait for dessert.”

*****

“Oh, God,” Cassie whimpered as Trent drove hard inside her.

Knees pushed up to her ears, thighs wide apart, Cassie surrendered to her husband’s vigorous fucking. Heat and flame built at her core, his cock igniting the nerve endings inside her channel and touching that sweet spot with each decisive thrust.

“Christ, you’re so fucking tight.” Trent grunted as he ground his hips against her sex.
 

Cassie gripped the corded muscles of his biceps. “Ah, I’m almost there!”

“Shh ... not so loud,” Trent gritted.
 

She swallowed a huff of laughter. “Make me come then.”

“You’re not controlling this, hellcat. I am.” As if to prove a point, Trent slowed his thrusting. Cassie moaned in frustration just as Trent gave a pained chuckle. “Shit, I’m going to blow.”

“Trent, please,” Cassie begged. “Now. Dammit.” She contracted her inner muscles, watching Trent’s eyes widen in surprise as an agonized look came over his face.

He reached between them and strummed her clit. The pressure between her legs exploded as her orgasm tore through her. Trent’s lips slammed down on hers as he swallowed her cry. He was growling, grunting against her mouth as his body shuddered, continuing to pound erratically against her as his own release consumed him.
 

“Fuck,” Trent muttered as he rolled off her. “That pussy of yours sucked me dry.”

Cassie smiled, stretching her well-fucked body, pleased with how she’d forced him to give her what she wanted. He reached for her and dragged her against him. “Remember what I told you about rushing me?”

“You were taking too long. I wanted to come.”

“I think, babe, you wanted me to punish you.”

“Umm.” He was right, because Trent’s idea of punishment was going down on her and teasing her until she couldn’t take it anymore, but the prolonged stimulation between her legs always ended with a toe-curling, mind-blowing orgasm.

“Millie is taking Linc this weekend, right?”

“Yup. It’s our weekend alone, Sheriff.”

Trent nuzzled her temple. “I think, Mrs. Stone, you shall receive your punishment then.”
 

“Looking forward to it.” Cassie felt a quiver of anticipation run through her as she traced a line down the ridges of his abs.
 

“I love you so much, babe,” Trent whispered.

This man. He made her heart sing and nurtured her soul. She had never felt more complete in her life, and now with their family of six, she couldn’t ask for more.
 

“I love you too, Trent.”

This man. Strong, loyal, dependable, and protective.
 

Trent Stone was hers.