His big cock is straining at the front of his pants and I wonder if he’s going to fuck her right in the middle of our important conversation—God knows I wouldn’t blame him—but instead, he runs a knuckle down the smooth side of her neck, sliding his fingers up her nape and gripping the roots of her hair lightly. And it affects her, his touch. Her focus loses sharpness and she sways toward Ruger, nestling into his chest. Jesus, my heart is slamming in my ribcage. I’m so full of this…sense of homecoming, purpose, gratitude, I could burst wide open.
