The Right to Bear Arms: BBW Military Paranormal Romance (Wild Operatives, #1) by Vivienne Savage

tried to raise one hand to stroke down his chest, only to sigh in contentment when Russ pulled me near.
    “I don’t think I have any words that wouldn’t be an understatement,” I murmured against his shoulder. “Amazing.” My entire body seemed to float as my eyes drifted shut. Tremulous aftershocks rippled along his cock, squeezing him to a timed rhythm. He lingered until the last pulse ended, then groaned and shifted inside me, as reluctant to part from my body as I was to fall asleep. I wanted more of him.
    “There’ll be more where that came from in the morning.” He must have read my mind. The warm chuckle he gave afterward made me tingle all the way to my toes.
    “Thank you, Russ... tonight was perfect.”
    With the blankets pulled above us, I buried my face against his throat and let my dreams carry me away.

Chapter Five
    ~Daniela~
    T he insides of my thighs and my hips were bruised. After awakening, I had crawled from the empty bed and examined myself in the bathroom mirror. Then I showered again, donned my borrowed t-shirt, and sought out my new lover.
    I found Russ sitting on the deck with a mug of black coffee in his hand. I had learned he drank it dark, strong, and with only a couple spoons of sugar.
    “Morning,” he greeted me with a faint smile. I raked my eyes over his half-naked body. A pair of boxers and nothing else clothed him, which meant my eyes immediately zeroed in on the little slit opening in the front, hoping to catch a sight of his cock. “You sleep well?”
    “Mm. Must have. I feel great.” I ran my fingers through my drying hair and tried to tame the damp curls.
    Russ didn’t seem to care that I looked like crap. He set his coffee down and tugged me into his arms. I breathed him in. He smelled good, his scent striking me as something familiar even though I couldn’t place it in my memory.
    “Why are you out here alone?”
    “Trigger needed to go out, and I didn’t want to wake you if I could help it. The power must have come on again sometime during the night.” He glanced through the kitchen’s window pane at the flashing digital numbers above his stove.
    “I like to spend my mornings on my back patio, too. I, uh, have a regular bear visitor. You ever seen him wandering around out here?”
    Russ glanced over the yard. “A bear, huh?” He stroked his stubbled chin thoughtfully.
    “I Googled a little. I think he’s an American black bear. I saw him every day for a couple weeks and then... one day he stopped visiting. I know it’s silly, but I’m worried about him.”
    “Sweetheart, he’s a wild animal. I’m sure he’s off somewhere climbing a tree or doing whatever bears do,” Russ assured me.
    “But what if someone shot him?”
    “I don’t think bears stay in one place for so long, Daniela. That’s probably why you haven’t seen him.”
    His words didn’t convince me. My frown deepened a little more as I stepped into his kitchen and threw together brunch. I ruined the first batch of eggs when Russ eased into place behind me and flipped his t-shirt above my waist. His hands skimmed over my ass, and with one foot, he nudged my stance apart.
    “Russ... I’m cooking,” I attempted to warn him. His lips descended to the back of my neck and one hand moved between my legs. He played with my pussy, using dexterous, strong fingers to glide over my clit.
    “Russ... what are you...” Butter popped in the skillet as the smell of burning eggs reached my nose. I barely had the focus to turn off the stove before his middle finger delved into my body. “Russss,” I hissed out between my teeth. I didn’t just want his dick, I craved it, desperate to connect our bodies in intimacy again. Using protection had never occurred to me — I’d gotten an IUD over a year ago, terrified of carrying Michael’s baby in the final months of our marriage.
    Something told me Russ wasn’t so worried about that. And while we hadn’t discussed it between us, I was sure he was