Page 37 of Providence

His hand cupped my cheek. “Would you feel that way if you were human too? Knowing that he would get old and die, would it make you love him less?”

I raised my eyebrow. “Who said anything about love, Solomon?”

He made a rude noise and flicked my nose. “Please. You are almost as besotted with the guy as he is with you. He’s always watching you, touching you, leaning toward you like you’re the fucking sun. And you always stare at him with this wide-eyed expression like he’s your savior. Honestly, it’s kinda gross.”

I huffed a laugh, leaning forward to bite him softly on the chest. “You’re just jealous.”

“Of course I am. I fucking love you so much. But I will share you with Killer if it means you are that happy. Plus, if you were going to pick anyone to go goo-goo eyed over, Marco is a good guy.”

I swallowed down the huge lump in my throat. I let out a shaky breath. “I love you, too.”

He smiled, and I fell a little more in love with him. “I know. You told me the other day. You might not remember, because I was giving you a toe-curling orgasm and it was more like ‘Fuck Sol, yes, yes I love you’,” he said in a fake falsetto, and I whacked him in the abs with the back of my hand.

“Shut up. I did not.”

“Uh huh,” he dragged me up his body until he could kiss me. “Don’t worry. I will take anything you give me. I’ll take any little scrap and hold it to my heart, because you mean the fucking world to me.” His hand slid down my back until he grabbed my ass. “I’m happy to show you just how much right now, if you want.”

“Oh?” I was trying for teasing, but it came out like a breathy moan. I’d been walking around all worked up since Cherry-Mae had burst into the garage. I was incapable of resisting.

Solomon slid from beneath the blankets, walking over to shut the door connecting my room to Madoc’s. “Don’t want to wake him when you scream my name.” His grin was knowing, like he had zero doubt he would get me there. Honestly, I had no doubt either. The things that man could do with his mouth should be illegal.

He slid his tight boxer briefs down his thighs as he strode back to bed. He flung back the blankets, and prowled up the bed, pure predator, and I involuntarily clenched my thighs. He grabbed my knees and spread my legs, baring my soaked panties. He let out a little groan as he ran his hands down my thighs, situating his shoulders beneath my knees and stretching forward until I felt his hot breath on my core. I stopped breathing as I waited for that first touch.

But I also forgot that Solomon was a fucking tease. He ran the flat of his tongue up the inside of one thigh, kissing and nipping his way back down. Then he blew a cool breath over my sensitive core and I whimpered.

“Sol…” I warned, but it had a bit of a desperate edge. He just laughed, then nipped and bit his way up the other thigh, sliding his tongue back toward my center. I was going to scream. I arched my body towards him, but he just tutted, holding me still with one hand curled around my hip.

I considered crushing his skull with my thighs. As if he could read the violence of my thoughts, his tongue flicked out, finding my clit with unerring accuracy. Dammit. How was he so damn good at that. I let out a gasp, as he swirled his tongue like it was made to pirouette.

“Fuck, Sol,” I moaned, and he slid the flat of his tongue down my slit. He looked up at me, giving me a devilish grin. “You ready?”

“Ready for what?” I whispered.

He winked, burying his face back between my thighs. Then he ate me out like he was in a professional taco eating contest and this was the damn final round. It was messy and he wasn’t worried about getting it all over his face, and I was a damn writhing mess as I came, and came, and came again.

By the time he crawled back along my body, my toes were cramping because they’d been curled for too long and I’d professed my love for him, and his tongue, at least a dozen times. He looked at me, a cheshire grin of satisfaction on his face. “See, told you that you loved me.”

I gave him a wrung out smile. “You were so damn right.” I kissed him gently, moving my hand down to his cock where it strained between us. He caught my wrist, moving my hand back up until it rested on his chest.

“Sleep. You can hardly keep your eyes open.”

I frowned, blinking hard as sleep dragged at my eyelids. “But I want to return the favor.”

He twisted his hand in my hair as I laid down on his arm. “If you’re satisfied, I’m satisfied, Baby.” He leaned forward, kissing me hard. “Besides, wake-up head is my favorite kind.”

I chuckled, and the feel of Sol’s fingers scraping against my scalp and the force of my orgasms had me drifting off to sleep in seconds.

Better than NyQuil every damn day of the week.

20

Judas

Ricky was the worst kind of person. He wasn’t ugly on the outside. He was an average dude with a disarming smile. He had a brain and a conniving nature. He fucking wormed his way into shit, and despite your niggling sense of unease around him, there really wasn’t any reason for it that you could put your finger on. His type rose their way up through the ranks, asking for the right things, getting the right people on his side, and then before you knew it, they were running shit and kicking you to the curb.

Unfortunately for Ricky, I was a violent bastard. I didn’t lay down and get fucked by assholes like Ricky. I was their goddamn karmic justice.

“I swear, Judas, I didn’t know she was underage,” Ricky babbled where he was chained to the wall. Goliath stood in the shadows, using the tip of his knife to clean his nails like a complete fucking psycho. Ricky’s gaze kept flicking toward him, like he was the worst thing in this room.

---