Page 14 of The Kings of Kearny

How was he still talking in complete sentences? I tried to respond, but his fingers rolled over my clit just as his dick hit my cervix, and all I managed to do was slur, “Maabae nest time.”

God, I hoped there would be a next time.

He didn’t change his pace, knowing I was close. A lot of men thought that meant it was time to jackrabbit you to completion, not realizing that what they had been doing was exactly what you needed. Jakob knew. He kept up a slow but relentless rhythm, playing my body like a string instrument. It sang beneath him, every nerve ending coming alive as he pushed me closer and closer to the edge. My hip ached, even in this position, but it wasn’t enough to delay the inevitable.

I dug the fingers of my free hand into his sheets and lost myself to the feel of him driving into me. A heartbeat later, I came screaming his name, my inner muscles clenching around him. He let go of my braid and braced himself up with his hands, changing our angle, prolonging my orgasm even as his thrusts slowed and his dick throbbed inside me with the strength of his release.

“Fuck. Krista.”

He dropped his mouth to my shoulder and nipped at me as his movements slowed. I let out a heavy sigh of contentment beneath him, utterly spent.

Afterward, we lay on our backs, boneless, the sweat cooling on our skin as his A/C unit whirred to life.

“I need to take a shower,” I said. “I smell like beer and sex.”

Jakob leaned toward me and nipped at my shoulder again. “You taste like beer and sex.”

Even though I was exhausted, the low rumble of his voice made me want to spread my legs for him and ask if he wanted to check ifallof me tasted like that, but before I could form the words, he rolled away and stood. I turned my head to take in the view. Damn, the man had a nice ass. There was something about a bubble butt on a man that always drove me wild. The only blemish on his was the four little half-moons my nails had left in his skin.

He strode out of the room, and a minute later, I heard the sound of a shower coming to life. I was just convincing my body that it would be worth the effort of getting up when he padded back into the room and scooped me off the bed.

“I can walk, you know,” I said.

His features slid into the same expression he’d given me when I’d warned him about my leg. “So?”

Chapter Five

“What’s going on withthe nursing home?” I asked Jakob.

We’d showered and were back in his bed. He’d lent me a shirt to sleep in. It had a clean lime scent and absolutely swamped my smaller frame. Outside, darkness bled from the night sky, a corona of red gold rising in the east. It was five a.m. My eyelids were so heavy I needed matchsticks to hold them open, but I had to know if Gran was in danger.

Jakob met my gaze. “There are drugs coming into Kearny.”

“I thought you guys didn’t sell here,” I said, frowning.

“We don’t. They’re not ours. It’s mostly high-end prescription stuff, and we think someone on staff at Magnolia is switching out the old people’s meds with placebos and selling the real deal on the side.”

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