Page 15 of Nasty
“You’re the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen,” he said hoarsely. “I couldn’t fucking stop myself.”
My legs were unsteady beneath me as I pushed myself off the bed and went to stand, naked, before him. He’d slid down the chair when he was coming, and now his back was curved, his abs bunched together and glistening with his come. He was a sight to behold—so fucking hot, I didn’t quite believe that he really existed. He scrutinized me with quick, sharp eyes, his pupils so blown they were almost obscuring the silver that ringed them.
“Thirty seconds,” he said.
I angled my head to one side, marveling at how absolutely breathtaking he was. At how ridiculously sexy it was that he was covered in his own come. “Until what?” I whispered.
A dark, treacherous kind of mischief shone in his eyes.“Until I’m fully recovered,” he answered. “You have thirty seconds until I fuck the living daylights out of you. I hope you’re fucking ready.”
It was only twenty-seven seconds later when he had his tongue in my mouth, my legs wrapped around his waist, and he was driving his rock-solid cock into me, making me scream out his name.
SIX
COFFEE AND TOAST
FIX
My feet pounded out a rhythm like a drum as I ran through the rain. There were no cars out on the road of Lavelle yet, and the streetlights were still on, but the sky was already light enough to see by. It was going to be a perfectly miserable day. Other men were climbing out of their beds, grumbling under their breath, hating the fact that they had to leave the warmth and comfort of their slumber behind and head out into the wet and the wind in order to get to their shitty day jobs. I, on the other hand, felt like it was Christmas fucking morning.
Sera was mine.
Sera was mine.
Sera was mine.
Sera was mine.
The thought played on a loop through my head as I pushed myself harder, sprinting through the abandoned streets, not caring when my feet ended up submerged in deep, freezing cold puddles. Sera was fuckingmine.
I’d always loved running in the rain. I’d started doing it in high school, when I ran track for the state. I’d quickly realized that besides keeping me fit, running also cleared my head, swept away the cobwebs, and made me feel absolutely incredible. The rain? The rain was an added bonus. It kept my mind from wandering.
Three miles to go, and I could go back to the hotel, take a shower, climb back into bed and make Sera come all over my dick again. It was amazing how an incentive like that could make me fucking fly. My lungs were aching, and my legs felt like lead by the time I neared the hotel, but my mood was soaring.
To my right, a small diner had opened while I’d been gone, and the faded red sign glowed in the washed-out morning light. The hotel definitely had room service, but the moment I walked into that room and saw Sera still peacefully sleeping in that bed, the very last thing I was going to want was someone hammering on the door and disturbing us. It would only take a few minutes to stop in at the diner and grab some coffees to go. Totally worth it. I swung a left, slowing to a walk as I approached the diner, calming my breath so I wasn’t panting like some kind of animal when I stepped inside.
Surprisingly, there were three people already sitting at the counter with steaming mugs in their hands—two rough-edged men who might have been brothers, and a woman with blonde hair so pale that it almost looked silver. By the looks of things, they’d come together for their morning injection of caffeine, and their conversation, loud and boisterous, halted when they heard the door swing closed behind me. The woman, who was well kept and maybe in her late forties, jerked her chin at me, and said, “Morning. Sally’s in the back. She won’t be a minute.”
“Thank you.” I smiled at her, then scrubbed my hand through my hair, sending a shower of rain drops scattering into the air. I made a show of fussing over how wet I was while I tried to figure out if it was a good idea to stay.
The moment that woman had looked in my direction, I’d known she was law enforcement. The other two guys with her were, too. They were either finishing a shift or about to start one. Their jackets, hanging on the backs of their chairs, were turned inside out. Some counties were really strict when it came to cops and members of the other emergency services sitting down to eat or drink in their uniforms; it looked like Lavelle was situated within the limits of one of those counties.
There was no need to panic. Not yet anyway. I had a really fucking smart mouth sometimes, but I knew when to shut the fuck up and keep it closed. I also knew how to play the polite, respectful, law-abiding member of the community. I’d lost count of how many sticky situations I’d talked my way out of. Leaning against the counter, seven seats down from the officers, I took my cell phone out of my pocket and stared industriously at the screen, pretending to look busy. Phones were great for that. A man lost in his phone was unapproachable, and the rest of the world generally left him alone.
Monica had texted me.
Monica: Lafferty job is off. Cease and desist.
Yeah, no shit the Lafferty job was off. I’d decided that before I’d even met Sera, but Monica wasn’t to know. It was a good job she hadn’t known more of what had been going on in Wyoming and Alabama. She would have flipped her shit so epically, her meltdown would have been visible from outer space.
I typed back.
Me: Consider it called off. Why?
Almost immediately, Monica began to type out a response.
Monica: Our friend Carver decided to go with another option. Said our services were unreliable. I think he was right. Something’s wrong with you, and I’m losing patience. I know you’re in Pennsylvania. Tell me what’s going, or I’m jumping on a plane. I’m not kidding!
Shit. I’d kept Monica at bay for much longer than I’d thought I would be able to, but this was eleventh hour talk from her. She really would come and find me, and soon. We had contingencies in place. If I went missing, or I got myself into trouble, Monica was able to track me via my cell phone, and given that she knew I was in Pennsylvania, she’d done just that. If I switched off the ‘find my iPhone’ feature on my cell, she’d panic and be flying out of the door before she had time to even pack a bag. I needed to figure out what to tell her, and I needed to do it fast.
