Page 39 of Unmasked Rivalry
“How long until you run, sunshine?”
I hold my breath as his fingers trail down over my hip and cup my ass.
“An hour, give or take...” I tease, lightly. “What, am I just supposed to let you... keep doing this?”
He shrugs. “You want me to stop?”
The answer is immediate, in my chest and my throat. “No.”
“Then we’re fine.” He says it like it’s the easiest thing in the world.
Sometimes, I wish I could hate him more. I wish it was his fault Harper died. Or maybe if he was a bigger jerk, I could stay away from him. It doesn’t matter how hard I seem to fight, I can’t break the chains that are slowly pulling us together. It’s terrifying.
I hear myself say, “Stay.”
He doesn’t answer, just stands, hauling me up as if I weigh nothing and walking to the ratty old air mattress. We fall onto it together, and stay wrapped in each other as the storm sets in for the night. I can’t stop the warmth that spreads over me, and sleep takes me before I even get the chance to fight it.
I don’t know what comes after this, but I do know one thing...
I’m ready to find out.
KNOX DRAGS HIS COCKin, then out, his hard body over mine, fucking me with a slow, deep precision that makes me gasp his name. He’s filling me so blissfully, and having him above meis like every fantasy I ever imagined coming true. He’s fucking perfect, and his body is so delicious I can’t help but push my head up and run my tongue over his pec.
“I don’t think I can do this anymore,” I whisper, letting my head drop back down. “I’m so sore.”
He rolls his hips, the sting between my legs weirdly pleasurable. “Want me to stop then?”
Fuck.
I don’t, but damn, I’m tender.
“No,” I gasp when he tips his hips just the right way. “But I don’t think I can take one more orgasm.”
He drops his head to mine. “One more for me, baby, and I’ll stop.”
When he calls me that, I tighten around him, immediate pleasure. He grins, like he knows just what his words do to me, and then he fucks me a little faster, a little deeper, until I am gasping his name once more. With a low hiss, he pulls his cock out, and I watch in complete fascination as he runs his fist up and down it, his face tight.
Then, he explodes onto my belly, strand after strand coating my skin.
I shiver, the sight fucking exceptional.
“Well,” I say, pushing to my elbows. “I hope you’re going to clean that up.”
Another grin, and he hauls me up and carries me to the bathroom. There, we shower, all soapy hands and mouths connecting. I don’t think I’ve ever kissed someone so many times in all my life. It’s like we just can’t get enough, like perhaps this is the last time we will ever see each other.
It’s as desperate as some broken love story.
It is also an excellent way to wake up for the morning, but now, more than ever, I need coffee.
We finish up and walk into the kitchen, only to be surprised to find Wolfe and Talon just walking in. I stare at them and quickly pull Knox’s shirt down to cover my thighs. I wasn’t expecting visitors so early. Talon grins, walking past me with a gruff “mornin’” and Wolfe smirks, sitting on a stool at the kitchen counter.
“Big night, then?”
Knox walks out, shirtless, and notices the guys already in the kitchen.
“Well well,” Talon cuts in before I can answer. “Would you look at what the cat dragged in.”
“Fuck up, Steel,” Knox mutters.
