Page 6 of Bastard

“You know you’re one of these ‘rich people’ now right?”

“Then so are you Mr. Moneybags.”

I snatched her foot as it floated near me and pressed my thumb into the arch, getting a great deal of satisfaction out of hearing her moan. “My money is tied up in investments. It’s only technically money. You’ve got real money, Ms. Stroman. Old, traditional money.”

“Let’s talk about something else.” She moved behind me and dug into the tight muscles in my neck.

This time I moaned. That felt good.

“See what I mean? You’re too tense—do not make a joke—you need to relax.” She moved over my shoulders and sure as shit, every muscle was like a block of granite. I felt bad for her hands. “Let’s make a deal. Since no one knows where I am, when we’re in this house, you’re off duty.”

“I don’t even know what that means anymore.”

“It means in this little patch of land on this little island, you, Jace Malone, are just my boyfriend.”

My dick perked up at that idea. “Are we good, Sam? I know we’re both putting on a little bit of a front since…since.” Even though I knew the house was safe and secure, that we were outside in a noisy hot tub, I couldn’t take the chance of saying the words out loud.

You think I’m an FBI informant.

Her hands froze for a moment, then went back to digging into my muscles. “Yes, we’re good. I love you, Jace. Nothing changes that. And there’s nothing I can do about that other stuff, so I’ve decided to not think about it and trust you know what the hell you’re doing.”

“Is that healthy though?” Why did I ask that? Was I living in some alternate timeline where having a healthy relationship with anyone mattered? Reality was kill or be killed. Attempting love in the middle of it was futile but we were trying anyway.

“Fuck if I know.” Sam rarely swore. At least not in comparison to me.

I sat up and turned to face her. “I love you.” I was starting to feel fucking out of control. Too many things happening and now feelings? It was time to wipe it all out. “You. Bed. Now.”

It struck me, as I chased Sam through the enormous house, that we were evolving but somehow staying the same. When we were kids I made her laugh. I chased her around when we played tag or hide and seek. And now I was making her laugh because I loved her and wanted her to be happy.

And I was chasing her naked ass through this house because I wanted to fuck her.

So far I had discovered three different kinds of sex with Sam. The first was the desire to feel good. To make both of us feel so good we never wanted it to end. The second was more primal. The overwhelming need to make her mine. And the third was just raw sex. I was a little relieved to realize that hadn’t changed. I liked knowing that even with my best friend, sometimes sex was just sex.

After being at Devil’s Wrath, having to act the part of the alpha, what I really wanted was the second kind. To channel all that energy into my woman in a useful way.

“You can run but you can’t hide!”

Sam giggled from the bedroom. “Who said I was hiding?”

Oh…game on. I burst through the door to find her winding a blanket around her body. “Oh no. Can’t be having that.” I tugged on the end. She giggled some more, twisting as I unwound her, pulling her into my arms where I was able to nibble on her lip. “Don’t worry, babe. I’ll warm you up.”

Sam had a sensitive neck. I had a lot of fun teasing her in a spot that I never would have imagined was such a turn on. She tilted her head, offering it up as I traveled along her jaw to her ear. I had to be careful though. Too much and she got ticklish. And while her squirming felt good, it often led to her wiggling away, and I definitely didn’t want that. Lips and tongue, a little nose, and then Sam became liquid in my hands.

“Jace…”

That raspy way she said my name when I turned her on turned me on even more. Especially when she grabbed my shoulders, holding on for her life. This of course made it easier to get to her breasts, which was pretty much my favorite place on the whole planet.

“Oh god!” Her fingers dug into my biceps as I tasted her. She arched back even further, winding one leg around mine for leverage. “Jace please!”

I glanced up. She was red and splotchy and panting hard. “Please what?”

“I don’t know! Just…please!”

I swallowed, sucking her nipple into my mouth and ran my tongue around in circles. She vibrated in my arms.

“Oh yes! Yes!” Then she whimpered.

My dick was good and hard now, throbbing from the amount of blood surging into it all at once. To keep from stabbing her with it, I took two steps to the tall bureau and hiked her up on top. “This is fucking perfect.” It put her breasts very near my face. I only had to dip down an inch of two once she leaned back, bringing her wet pussy to the edge for my fingers to massage.

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