Page 25 of Blood & Kisses

When I open my eyes, coming down to the high, my breath normalizing, Cormac is biting his bottom lip as Blake wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me down onto the floor.

“We haven’t finished yet, sweetheart,” he rumbles in a cool, sexy voice, leaning me over the table as I part my legs, eager for him to fill me up.

I hear the sounds of clothes being removed followed by a cold prod of his cock, sliding into my butt crack and moving from the base of my spine down to my anus, where he pushes against the entry hole, and I flinch, unsure if I want this. He pushes a little more, and I gasp, but he doesn’t go any further, instead moving down to my pussy and forcing his cock inside.

Placing his hands on the table on either side of me, he starts pumping slow and rough, going down deep. Each thrust jolts the table closer to Cormac. He pulls out, what feels like almost all the way, before slamming back into me again. I reach down and play with my clit stimulating a surge of euphoria trembling across my skin.

The pace picks up, ramming me hard, grunting and groaning, jabbing comments about how sexy I am. I swear I hear the front door open and close, but I’m possibly mistaken with so much vibration and smacking of skin going on.

I pull my gaze away from Cormac and look at the jolting pasta dish moving closer to the edge, and my hair falls over my face again. Cormac's large hand appears before my face, brushing my hair away and tucking curls behind my ears.

When my vision is clear, I notice someone standing at the doorway, blocking out the light and drinking me in with narrowed eyes.

Gabe.

I lower my eyes in shame, then glance up again to find his eyes filled with intense desire and hunger. My breath is stolen away. That gaze is steady and enticing, and I wonder if he’ll cross the threshold and enter the kitchen to touch me. I long for him to touch me, too.

Those flick to Cormac sitting in the chair with his back to him, then he looks over my shoulder to Blake, then back to me again. I wonder what’s going on in his head, but his observing me getting pummeled by Blake only makes me hornier.

To my disappointment and relief, he pulls his gaze away and vanishes from sight. I might be mistaken, but I swear I heard the front door slam shut. He left. He was so disgusted by what he saw in his home that he left. Maybe I should’ve stopped, or perhaps I should’ve told Blake to cover me up. But I enjoyed him looking at me and imagining that it was his cock inside of me and those hands running up and down back. His hips rotating and thrusting. His lips kissed me afterward.

My second orgasm comes flooding, stimulated by Gabe’s eyes, and it’s bigger than the first, possessing and taunting my body. I black out for a split second behind my eyes before the rush and gasp as if I’d been underwater for too long.

Warm fluid graces my back, and I twist behind me to find that it’s Blake’s cum, pouring out of his cock.

14

After our fun, Cormac left for training at the Olympic pool, while Blake said he had some work to do, whatever that means. I was left alone in Gabe’s house again, without Gabe. Before heading to bed, I checked the locks on all the doors and windows, tried Gabe’s door to find it locked, and stumbled into bed. Exhausted after being railed by Blake, a soft bed to climb into and a pillow to caress my head are the only things I want now.

It’s odd that even though I am alone in a man’s house, a man I know only professionally, I feel safe. I should be on edge and afraid that the police will catch up with me, but weirdly, my body relaxes into the mattress, and sleep comes quickly.

A nightmare invades my dream state of Gavin rising from the dead to hunt me down and slash my throat, and I wake drenched in sweat, clutching at my throat. It’s so dark on this side of the house that faces out onto the lake as there are no street lamps to pollute the night, but I have an enormous sense that I’m not alone. The house creaks and groans, and the distant sounds of the choppy waves from the lake only add to that. It’s a relatively modern house, so it’s far too young to be haunted. Or maybe it doesn’t work that way.

My phone reads 2.09 AM, and I assume Gabe is home since it’s so late. My bladder lurches full from drinking two glasses of water after sex for urinary health, but I need to use the bathroom, like, now.

It isn’t until I’m upright and walking that I realize that I’m busting and will pee myself if I don’t get to a toilet ASAP. I dart across the hall, shut and lock the door behind me, flick the light on, and strip my panties down to my knees. The house continues to creak and groan as I sit on the toilet seat doing my business, and the gutter outside the bathroom window rattles even though it’s not windy.

“Poorly built house on the side of a hill,” I mumble, explaining why this place makes so much noise. “Weak foundations. Probably slide down the cliff into the lake on a stormy day.”

A shiver runs down my spine when I return to the hallway after flushing and washing my hands. If there’s anyone in the house, they likely heard the toilet flushing unless they were deeply asleep. A scraping down from downstairs urges me to grab my Glock, inspect the living rooms and kitchen, and recheck the locks.

Checking that the gun is loaded, I pull on my shorts over my panties and a sweatshirt over my T-shirt, then precariously step out of my room. Naturally, my eye roams to the door at the end of the hall, and I imagine Gabe fast asleep behind it, even though I didn’t hear him come home. Then, I make my way down the stairs.

Flicking the light on as I step into the living area, I breathe in relief to find it empty of life. I don’t mind the boys being here, obviously because they live here, but I was envisioning police or hitmen sent by the two men left on my list. Both of these men are dangerous as fuck, so the next stage in my plan has to be extra careful and intricately thought out.

The kitchen and downstairs bathroom are clear, and I peer out the window to find Gabe’s car is not up the drive, so I’ve spent the night alone in the house. Even though I’m good at acting tough and independent, I’d prefer it if at least one of the boys stayed over.

Satisfied that the house is empty of life, I flick the lights off, steeping the rooms in the dark, and run back up the stairs. When I turn, I see Gabe’s door at the end of the hall, and curiosity is a magnet pulling me closer.

Even though he’s not home, I press my ear against the door, listening for breath, snoring, or anything indicating that someone is there. I didn't hear him if he’d been home at night, but I tried the door handle anyway, knowing I already tried it before bed.

To my surprise, it’s unlocked now, which means he has been home. My heart thuds against my ribcage, knowing that I’m doing something that I shouldn’t, yet if he is in the room, I’ll apologize and leave.

Slowly, I push the door open a crack, peer into the darkened room, and inhale the scent of his cologne. The drapes are wide open, letting the moonlight carpet the space with a soft white glow. The bed is flat, with no bodies lying beneath the covers, but I’m intrigued about why he locks it. It could be as simple as not wanting a stray blond girl snooping in his stuff, or he has something in here that needs to be locked away for safety or secrecy.

From this angle, I can see a large bed and a set of drawers, so I push the door wider and let myself in. He has access to firearms as a detective, so maybe he stores them here. That’s a good enough reason than any to lock up his bedroom.

Like the rest of the house, it’s tidy, empty, and lacking in a female touch. There’s no women’s perfume or lingerie draped over the bed or anything else to indicate that he sometimes has a lover. I tried the closet door, surprised that it opened, and ran my hand along the cotton shirts hanging from the rail. It’s too dark to see much without switching a light, and because the drapes are open, I worry someone is watching from outside.

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