Page 67 of Kings Fear No One
Teysha falls apart before my eyes. The permission I need to do the same. As she writhes underneath me, crying into the pillow, pussy fluttering around my cock, I bury myself deep. The pressure that’s built up in my balls releases. I shoot my seed inside her snug, warm hole, feeling like I’ve fucking died and gone to heaven.
Nothing on this earth has ever felt as good as coming inside Teysha’s pussy.
I collapse on top of her, barely able to catch my breath. The aftereffects from my orgasm ping through my body, making my every muscle twitch and spasm. Teysha’s no different, giving a shudder underneath me.
Coming down from what just happened takes us a moment.
It leaves me in a surreal state, my mind hazy. I brush aside the damp hair from her bare back and press my lips to her shoulder blade for a kiss.
Unexpected and unplanned.
A need as innate as breathing washes over me. The need to take care of her.
I wrap my arms around her front and nuzzle my face into her. We lay still like this for a while, entangled on the bed ’til our breathing steadies out.
We’re silent but acutely aware of the barrier that’s been broken. The shield I’ve put up has crumbled and everything I was trying to keep out is slowly trickling in.
On some level, Teysha knows. Her expressive eyes gleam with hope. “I’m fucked up too.”
Fuck sounds so wrong coming from her lips that I let out a chuckle. “What did you just say?”
“I’m fucked up too, like you said you are,” she repeats. “I’m not like I was before. I don’t know how to be that person anymore.”
Though I might get what she means, she needs to know there’s still hope for her.
“You’re gonna get better,” I offer. “You’re gonna move on from what happened.”
“Maybe we can together. Maybe… maybe we can heal each other.”
She sounds so damn sure about it. So damn certain we can.
For the moment, I let myself believe her.
16
LOGAN
Teysha’s still sleeping when I leave. I make sure to jot down a note and leave it on the bedside table so she doesn’t panic, waking to me gone. It’s the first morning since she’s moved in that I’m up before she is. She might not realize it, but I’m aware she hasn’t been getting a full night’s rest.
Just shows how much last night took out of her.
I hop on my Super Glide and ride off down the quiet side street.
The Steel Saloon’s about ten minutes away.
When I walk through the doors, a couple Tits on Heels call out to me. They’re getting an early start this Saturday. It’s not even ten a.m. yet.
Mace catches me on my way to the back office. “There you are. I was about to text you.”
“Yeah, about what?”
“Last night. You okay?”
“All things considered.” I brush past him entering the room. I head for the desk that’s never been cleared off a day I’ve been alive. Since I was a kid, it’s been covered in an assortment of papers, bottles, sometimes stacks of cash. I search for the sheet of paper that has the address scribbled onto it. Silver had jotted it down once Xavier broke down and gave up the info.
“How’s Teysha?” he asks.
“Same answer.”
