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“Yes! Oh fuck, yes.”
He didn’t laugh at me saying fuck then. He moaned against my neck, tongue licking out to add intensity to his kisses. I clutched at his wide shoulders, bucking and writhing against his hand for more friction. I could barely speak, barelybreathe. It was an itch I desperately needed scratched, but the more I chased his hand, the hotter the need burned. Holy shit, was it supposed to feel this good?
“T-Bone, I’m…I can’t stop,” I whimpered. My whole lower body arched off the bed, one foot pressed into the mattress, the other wrapped around T-Bone’s hip. He supported my lower back with his hand that wasn’t working magic between my legs. And holy hell, he never stopped kissing me. I would have been swooning if I wasn’t a panting, desperate mess.
“Then don’t stop. Take what you need.” His lips hovered over mine, just out of reach for a kiss. “Ride my hand all the way to your peak, little lady. You’re so close.”
I did feel close tosomething. The pressure under my skin, in all my nerve endings, had built up to a point that had me trembling in his arms. It felt so unspeakably good, but I neededmore, some kind of release.
T-Bone rubbed the heel of his palm against the top of my pussy, where all my sensitivity seemed to concentrate in one spot. Lightning struck through me at the contact while some distant part of my brain recalled that spot from an anatomy lesson.The clitoris, whose sole purpose is to provide pleasure.
Pleasure was too dull of a word for the shock waves licking through me, for the sounds escaping my mouth as I climbed even higher, and then the explosive release that broke me apart in the best way, before floating gently back down.
I fell limply to the bed, utterly spent yet strangely invigorated. My pulse thrummed throughout my whole body, chest heaving with my ragged breaths. I was still fully clothed and entirely too hot. T-Bone eased down to his side next to me, his expression smug and his hands annoyingly to himself.
“How do you feel?” That cocky grin told me he already knew and that he’d made others feel that way probably countless times before.
Instead of jealousy, I only felt gratitude, ease, and contentment. He used his experience to guide me, to make me feel not only physically incredible, but safe and cared for. He could have been a bully like Malcolm, who threatened to make me bleed and only use me for his own pleasure. I had expected some amount of pain along with a healthy dose of shame, but there was none of that.
Everything I always knew about the Sons just solidified in my mind even more. They were trustworthy. They cared aboutme, not what my family or political connections could do for them. And I was safer with them than anywhere else.
“Is it always that good?” I said in answer to T-Bone’s question.
He laughed and clamped a hand on my waist to roll me toward him for a kiss. “Little lady, we’ve barely gotten started on how good it can be.”
TWENTY-TWO
DYNO
After getting our rooms, Chris and Tiff went to rest up after the ride. T-Bone went into Kyrie’s room, presumably to apologize, but neither of them came out after ten minutes.
“Screw him.” I knocked my shoulder into Grudge’s. “Let’s go down to eat. I’m starving.”
“Mm,” he agreed, following me down the stairs. I couldn’t help but notice how he kept looking back at Kyrie’s door as we headed down.
“Jealous?” I teased him.
Grudge shook his head, pulling out his pen and paper to elaborate when we reached the bar.No, worried. And pissed. He made her cry. I heard her all night.
“I know. Hopefully, she’s making him cry. Wait, actually no. If he’s crying, it’s probably over Bash, and that would just be awkward.”
Grudge frowned, stroking over his beard while he wrote with the other hand.What happened at the burn site? He’s acting differently than all the times before.
“Your guess is as good as mine,” I muttered. “I know what it looked like, but only T really knows.”
Grudge elbowed me and made a rolling motion with his hand, asking me to talk more.
“He was talking to the raven,” I said, lowering my voice. The bar was mostly empty, but I still didn’t want eavesdroppers. “Communicating with…something. That’s never happened before, so something has definitely changed.”
Odin, you think?Grudge underlined the question on his notepad.
“I don’t know. I just hope the guy’s finally getting some closure.”
“Mm-hm.” Grudge wrote slowly, his thoughts relaxed and unhurried.He’s blamed himself for too long already.
“I know. Bash’s spirit probably came through the raven and told him to quit wallowing.”
Grudge chuckled and used quotes around the next sentence he wrote.“Martyrs are fuckin’ useless. You want to stand for something? Live your fuckin’ life.”
