Page 35 of Fury
He let her ride him at her pace, getting off on her gasping moans every time she took his cock deep. Her fingers curled, nails scoring bright stripes on his chest and still she lifted and fell, rocking in a steady rhythm that made his ass clench with the need to drive up into her.
“Baby,” she whispered, and he felt it, saw her nipples tighten and peak on her breasts as they swayed with her movements. Lunging up, he captured one in his mouth, his hand pressing between her shoulders, arching her back. Pulling deep, he tongued the hard nipple fast, lashing it as he bit down gently but firmly. His other hand slipped between them, finding and pinching her clit, rubbing tight circles.
“Fury,” she called, and that word nearly stopped the show because that wasn’t what he wanted to hear. Then she was coming and all words were lost, only primal, babbling sounds that flowed from her mouth as he whipped her to her back and drove deep. She was coming down, movements less urgent underneath him as he felt the first curling threads of his own climax. She wrapped one leg around his hip, and he reached down, wedging his arm behind her knee, holding her leg up and out, keeping her open for him. Deep and fast, he pumped, thrusting faster, her hands slipping up his back to curve around his shoulders. “Baby,” she called, and he felt her pussy quiver.
“Fuck, yeah,” he grunted, then ordered, “gimme your mouth.” She twisted, and he kissed her hard, panting breaths mingling in their open mouths while she orgasmed again. He plunged deep, holding there, feeling heat pooling around the head of his dick inside her. Lifting up, he locked his elbows, staring down at her before dropping his head to place a kiss at the base of her throat, licking the salt from his lips as he rose up again.
“You wanna shower?” There were few things he’d like to do more than lay beside her in bed, something he’d done several times as Derek. They’d talked, and she would cuddle close, the sweat on their bodies drying against the sheets. Fury hated he felt this need to make things different now, because if she hadn’t figured it out and didn’t know who he really was, he wanted to draw different figures in her head. Build good associations with him here, now. He moved, pulling out and rolling towards the edge of the bed, ignoring the grumbling noises she made at the motion. “I’ll shower first, then.”
He brought out a washcloth, wet with warm water from his heating shower, washing first her face, and then her breasts before cleaning between her legs. By the time he got back from his shower she was fast asleep, dark hair tamed into a twist under her neck. Climbing carefully into bed behind her, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her tight against him, smiling at her groaning sigh until it ended on a name that froze him in place. “Derek.”
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Bethany
Bethy sat on the edge of the unmade bed, covers still rumpled from the activities of the night before. Phone in hand, she was locked in place, staring at the messages glaring up at her from the screen. Several were from her brother, and several, including the one that held her attention in a brutal way, were from Fury.
“How could I be so stupid,” she muttered, one hand raking through her hair, pulling hard against the snarls her fingers found there, wincing at the pain as her scalp was tugged. “Naïve isn’t pretty at my age. Stupid me. Stupidly thinking stupid things I had no business thinking.”
Mason’s communications were, as ever, terse and concise.
Nashville.
That would be his command for her to head home.
Promo OY tour.
She had already intended to continue to promote Occupy Yourself’s tour, using the media attention from the rodeo performance as a springboard, but evidently, Mason didn’t think she was moving fast enough.
He ain’t no good for you.
With Mason as a brother, and now having an idea of the pull and power he had, it shouldn’t have been a surprise that he would be capable of finding out she had spent the night with one of his men. It shouldn’t have been, but it was, and her cheeks flamed at the thought of her brother knowing what they had done…what she had done in bed with Fury.
Love you, Bethy.
Regardless of anything happening around them, Mason always—always—ended every communication, written or spoken, with those words. He had told her once that life was too short to make people wonder if they mattered, and he always made certain she knew just how much. This, all of this, made her both irritated as hell at Mason and filled her with gladness he was her brother.
Brother.Blood of my blood. Something that meant more than outsiders knew, back in the holler.
Protector.Each time I’ve reached out in need, he’s been there. He’d bent luck more times than she could remember, making certain she had what would make life better.If he knew about Michael... She thrust that thought away.
Friend. She smiled. Over the years they’d moved from being strictly siblings who worked around birth order to a solid relationship, one that she cherished.
Family.Back to blood, she thought. More though, because he was family she claimed. Unlike some of them.
Mason was all of that and more. Raised the way they were in eastern Kentucky, bonding together was the only way to survive. With only four years between them, they had been each other’s sounding board for plans and dreams, so she knew what Mason wanted to build, the family he had begun gathering almost as soon as he left the legacy of mountain and holler. He loved her, she knew it, and he made sure she knew it. He also tried to keep her safe and made sure she knew that, too.
Fury’s messages were no less short, just as concise, but they left a chill in her chest that didn’t feel as if it would ever work its way out.
Was fun.
Yes, what they had done could undoubtedly be called fun, even the bits where they were arguing. Total fun.
Recalled to Chicago.
She suspected this meant he was no longer in town, which surprised her because they had made plans for tonight. And tomorrow morning. And tomorrow night. Plans that she had been looking forward to in a big way.
Then came the final message, three words to underline the good time part of their contact.
See you around.
