Page 52 of Blood & Kisses

I snort with humor. “It looks as if I didn’t do anything but fire blanks,” I reply, taking his bottom lip between my teeth and biting down hard, releasing a hiss from his mouth.

“Oh, baby girl, you get me hard,” he charms me while those eyes are filled with dirty thoughts. “You oughta give me a helping hand.”

His other hand is tugging at his bulging crotch, pushing against the zip of his jeans.

“Huh,” I snip, batting my eyelashes while biting my lip flirtatiously. I feed him a hungry stare before opening the passenger door and climbing out while he watches me expectantly.

I stride to the hood of the red sedan as those eyes rejoice in me being so slutty, and flirty. As he watches me from the driver’s seat, I slowly, tauntingly, remove my T-shirt to reveal a black lacy bra and move my hands down my flat stomach to the dome of my shorts.

He groans, “Baby girl,” as I teasingly drop my shorts down my thighs and bite my bottom lip before sliding my hand down my panties and sighing as soon as my fingers touch my clit.

I can see over the steering wheel his arm going up and down as he strokes his cock, snarling and grunting as I squeeze my breast with my spare hand, revealing a nipple and circling it with my finger as I dig my fingers further into my sodden core, soaking and horny from the death of the Crow.

I pull my bra down to reveal bother breasts in full and bounce on my fingers, making my tits jiggle, and Blake groans. The sun beats down on my golden hair and bronzed skin as the distant sound of traffic and cattle mooing serenades us. I can smell motor gas and sweetgrass, and Crow's head exploding from the bullet Cormac shot fuels my orgasm—the blood. When the acrylic panel shattered, the look on Crow's face was as if he knew the day had come that the devil had arrived to collect payment for his sins.

Blake can’t stay away from me, too, and I know this. As I push my fingers inside me and gyrate against them, he climbs out of the car, cock straight in from of him, hard and the wet tip pointing towards me.

“Dirty girls need to be punished,” he growls, pushing me down on the hood and plunging his cock inside in one brutal thrust. “Dirty, fucking girl. Dirty killer.” He starts pounding me from behind as my bare breast press against the hot hood, adding to my horniness as the car sways under each rough thrust.

“Fuck me harder, thief,” I flirt as I watch him in the reflection of the windscreen, hands on the hood on each side of my body, going at it like a rabbit in springtime.

As his teeth nibble at my neck, one hand lifts from the hood and clasps around my ponytail, pulling my head swiftly back and arching my back as he digs his cock downward into my body.

He continues to pump me as I play with my clit, and the surge of the orgasm is enormous. My mouth gapes, erupting a silent scream as my body trembles from the orgasmic wave and heaves and sighs.

One last thrust and Blake cums inside of me and wraps his arms around my body, cradling me under the hot sun, kissing my neck, and stroking my cheek with the back of his fist.

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“I’d say unequivocally that was a success,” Cormac states proudly as he plants his backside in the chair opposite the restaurant. We were starving when we got back to Torres, and Blake pulled up at a Burger Fuel for gourmet burgers and fries for dinner. Blake also ordered a meal for Cormac when he finally showed up after driving the silver wagon into a field just outside the beach town, dousing it in gas, and setting it alight, destroying our DNA.

“Indeed, it was,” Blake agrees, holding out his fist for Blake to bump with his while winking at me.

“Thanks for that, Cormac,” I say bashfully.

“For what?” he plays dumb. “You shot well, Rae. Queen of the machine, you are.”

I snort. “Sure. You got him,” I argue, smiling proudly at my two beautiful men. Girls worldwide would be happy with just one, but I have two. Suck on that, sisters.

“Nah,” he shakes his head, “I struck the living room window just as you hit his head.”

“Really?” I’m so pumped and happy that I hold my fists in the air like a champion. “Yeah, me.”

Blake screws his face up in disbelief. “Are you serious?”

Cormac cocks his eyebrows, and I’m unsure if that means, yes, he is serious or that he’s fucking with me to make me feel better. Either way, I don’t care because the job is done, and it’s a massive weight off my shoulders. I guess I’ll never know if it was my bullet that killed Crow or Cormac’s, but that’s the last time I’ll be trying.

“How did you return to your car after scorching our getaway car?” I ask, then bite into my chicken burger, which is absolutely divine and hits the spot on my empty stomach after not having breakfast.

“Me,” a shadow casts over me, and I look up to see the handsome face of the detective, who pulls out the chair next to his son.

Suddenly self-conscious about my eating habits, I quickly wipe the mayo from my mouth with my paper napkin. “Thank you,” I say to Gabe, who is directly opposite me.

Gabe shrugs and looks at the menu board on the wall behind the counter. “I could use a beef burger.”

“Get the one with bacon,” Cormac tells him, pointing at the burger on his plate. “This is good.”

“Sorry, man,” Blake says sheepishly. I didn’t order for you because I wasn’t sure if you were returning to town immediately.”

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