The Hero She Needs (Unbroken Heroes Book 1)(37)

As much as she wished she could pretend the world didn’t exist, that it was just the two of them and Atlas in a beautiful cabin in the mountains, baking cupcakes and having spectacular sex, she knew she couldn’t bury her head in the sand.

“After we finish the cupcakes, I want to look into Carruthers.”

Boone’s jaw tightened, but he gave a tight nod.

“We need to find what he’s after. This isn’t about ransom. He wants something and he thinks I can give it to him.”

“We’ll do some digging.”

“Thanks.” She set her shoulders back. “First, we need to prep some frosting. Cupcakes with no frosting are crime.”

Beside her, Boone nabbed a muffin and bit into it. It was his fourth one. “What do you want me to do?”

“Grab the milk for me?”

Expertly, she pulled out a bowl and started putting in the ingredients. She added the milk that Boone handed her and started mixing.

“We’ll get the frosting ready, and once the cupcakes are cooked and cooled, we’ll ice them.”

“Then eat them.” He sounded like a little boy.

“Yes.”

Gemma wanted to spoil this man. She didn’t think he’d had enough fun in his life.

Well, today he was getting cupcakes with extra frosting. She kept mixing, lifted the wooden spoon, and turned.

And hit Boone in the face.

“Oh.” She bit her lip. “I’m sorry.”

He had a streak of frosting on his nose.

“That’s assault with a deadly weapon.”

“I didn’t mean it.” Trying not to laugh, she swiped her finger along the spoon. Then she smeared frosting all over his stubbled cheek. “I meant that.”

His eyes turned hooded. “Oh, you’re in trouble now.” He stepped forward, trapping her against the counter. Then he dipped a hand into the bowl of frosting, then smeared the sweet stickiness over her lips and down her jaw.

“Boone!” Her chest hitched. She saw the heat in his gaze.

He lowered his head, licking the frosting off her lips. Then his mouth ran over her jaw. She tipped her head back, her belly filled with fizzes of desire. His mouth traveled lower.

“Boone…” Now his name was just a moan.

He shoved her shirt up and smeared frosting over her belly. Then he dropped to his knees and licked it off her skin.

She cried out, instantly wet between her legs. But she’d wanted to spoil him, not the other way around.

She grabbed his shirt and urged him up. When he stood, she spun him so that his back was to the counter.

“My turn.” She attacked the belt and got his jeans open.

“Gemma, fuck—”

She drew his cock out. It looked like the rest of him, long and hard. She stroked him, enjoying his low groan. Then she dipped her finger in the frosting. His hot, golden gaze was on her like a laser as she licked her finger. His lips parted.

Then she ran her finger over the swollen head of his cock. His body bucked.

Oh, it was intoxicating to have this power over him. To know she affected him as much as he affected her.

Then she slowly lowered to her knees.

She looked up at him and then licked the head of his cock. His groan was long and loud. She sucked him into her mouth.

“Gemma.” The word was garbled, and his hands clenched in her hair. He tugged her closer.

She took him deeper. She took her time sucking him, listening to his groans. She bobbed her head.

“I don’t want to come in your pretty mouth.” His voice sounded like grit. He yanked her up, and in two seconds, he had her leggings and panties gone. He lifted her onto the counter.

Then he moved his big body between her legs, fitting his cock to where she was wet and achy. He surged forward and was deep inside her in one thrust.

“Boone.” So good. So full.

He started to drive into her, and she gripped the edge of the counter. It was wild, filled with need.

“Jesus, I could stay here forever.” His gold eyes held hers.

For a second, she wanted to look away. She felt like he could see inside her—to every dark corner.

“You fill me up.” She reached down, touching where his girth stretched her to the limit.

“Hang on, Gemma.” He picked up speed. Every thrust wrenched more cries from her. The next few minutes blurred—it was a hot, sexy assault on the senses.

She gripped him tighter, her heels digging into his ass. She heard something get knocked off the counter and hit the floor, but she didn’t care.

Shockingly, her climax hit without warning. She screamed his name.

He pounded into her a few more times, then planted deep, and let out a low, tortured groan. She felt his hot release inside her.

God. Gemma felt wrecked, in the best possible way. She clutched at him to stay upright.

“Gemma. Jesus.” He kissed her.

When they finally separated, she saw the upturned bowl of frosting on the floor. There was sticky, sugary deliciousness everywhere.

“We’ll need to make more frosting,” she said, deadpan.

The sound of his low laugh made her grin.





CHAPTER FOURTEEN





“Okay, so Carruthers is a wealthy businessman who lives in London.” Gemma sat cross-legged on the floor, her hair up in a messy knot, and the laptop on the coffee table in front of her. Her fingers flew over the keyboard.