Page 20 of Blood & Kisses

I’m on him like a shot, legs astride, sitting on his stomach as I try to wrestle his arms above his head to pin him down. Naturally, I’m unsuccessful since he is much stronger than me, but he laughs at my attempt. The bagel goes flying from his hand, but he doesn’t care as I dig my fingernails into his flat, toned stomach as he wiggles his body underneath my backside so my butt cheeks are sitting just above his crotch.

His hands find my thighs, squeezing them, and I peel each finger off my skin and try to raise his hands over his head again. This time, he lets me take the lead, enjoying this girl being on top, and I press the backs of his hands into the grass above his head.

With my face only a few inches away from his, forcing his attention on me, I ask grimly, “Tell me the truth, Cormac. Please. Did you have anything to do with Gavin’s death?”

Those eyes look past my shoulder skyward, and that smile drops from his square jaw as if he’s deciding whether to speak the truth or lie. But Gavin’s death was either freakishly random, or the Bernardi men were behind it, and I won’t let him leave for class until I’m satisfied with his answer.

He presses his lips together, exhales, and stabs me with those eyes that take my breath away. “Was this Gavin individual one of the men that hurt you?”

I swallow, hungry to wet my mouth with coffee, as nerves weave through my body, making my skin shiver. “I…” I don’t know how to answer this, so I clam up.

“Is Gavin the second target on your list, the Pig?” he asks directly, and my skin prickles.

I don’t answer because I can’t find the words. If I confess, then I throw myself under the bus. I press my forehead against his and stare into those eyes, searching for the truth, even though I know the truth. I need to hear him say it. I need Cormac to say the words aloud.

“Your eyes tell me everything I need to know,” he whispers deeply and smoothly.

My heart smacks against my ribcage, forcing me to flinch. “So, it was you,” I breathe, stunned, floored and breathless. “How…Why?”

“Why do you think?” he answers flatly, licking his lip.

I swallow again, struggling to digest what he’s suggesting. “You did that for me?”

A hint of coyness appears on his face and my heart flutters. “Yeah.”

My armor softens as gratitude and relief storms through me, and I press my lips against his. He effortlessly unfastens his hands that I had pinned down on the grass and wraps his arms around my trembling body, then rolls me over onto my back, now him on top.

Possessing my mouth, he fucks me with his tongue while grinding his crotch into me as I’m being sandwiched between two hard surfaces, yet I’m surprised when my anxiety does not rise. Instead, the sensualness hard against my soft body and my mind captured by him, and what he did for me that it feels more therapeutic and right.

When giggling floats past our ears, we remember we’re in the open on campus. “People are watching,” I breathe into his mouth.

“Good,” he moans, “I’m giving them a free lesson in how to seduce a woman.”

“Seduce me,” I beg, feeling his hardness between my legs.

“Oh, I will,” he replies confidently, biting my bottom lip and drawing out a desperate groan.

“Am I a bad person for being so turned on by you killing the Pig?” I sigh aguishly, gripping his rippling muscles in my hands, needing him to climb inside me to fill that gaping canyon of emptiness that bestows me every waking moment.

He breaks the glorious kiss and presses his forehead against mine so his eyes drill into mine, holding compassion and lust. “No,” he answers. “If the man wanted to live, he shouldn’t have touched you. A line was crossed. His penalty is death.” His teeth catch my earlobe, and he sucks hard. “If you feel bad, I know exactly what to do to make you feel good again.”

Raging hormones storm my body as my panties fill with juice and my clit screams out to be touched. “Oh god, Cormac,” I moan longingly. “Fuck me.”

His eyebrows flick up flirtatiously. There are two beats of nothingness before he rolls off me and, in one movement, claims me with his arms, stands up, and my feet leave the ground. “Have you ever been fucked against a tree, Rae?” he asks quietly as he walks toward the gardens and aims for a small cluster of trees and bushes that we can hide in.

“Not recently,” I pant as he carries me into the bushes while students watch on curiously, smirking. As if it’s not obvious what’s about to happen.

Those big feet stomp through the bushes of the bushes we pruned in the fall, which now have less foliage due to the dry weather, but Cormac couldn’t care less if people saw us anyway.

“Thank you for killing the Pig,” I murmur, biting his ear as my thigh grips his waist, and he groans in desire.

“I should probably confess that it wasn’t just me,” he admits flatly as he steps over a clump of plants to get closer to the tree trunk he’s aiming for.

“Blake?” I ask, letting him know I already assumed they would be behind it, working as a team.

“Yep,” he answers, pressing my back against the bark, and a sigh escapes my lips. I’m tempted to ask if Gabe had something to do with it, but the thought vanishes from my mind as soon as Cormac slides his hand between my legs.

A sigh escapes my lips as his mouth possesses mine again, thrusting with the warm, soft tongue as his hand torments my core. I’m so wet and horny I can’t take it anymore, and the driving force behind it is being massively turned on by Cormac and Blake killing the Pig. I thought I didn’t want anyone involved. I thought it was better to knock off my list discreetly and on my own, but sharing the burden feels good.

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