Page 130 of Fury

“Where’s the fucking but, Tan? Why the fuck not?” Goosebumps rose on the skin of her arm under my grip.

A pact. A goal to forget, live, exist in the now.

“Hey, everything all right here?” Jerry, the bartender’s stiff voice sliced between us.

Tania’s shoulders dropped and she licked her lips, her eyes remaining on mine. “Everything’s good. Real good.” She turned to Jerry. “What do we owe you?”

I threw a fifty dollar bill on the bar top. “Keep the change.”

Tania and I strode out of Dead Ringer’s. We were on a mission.

She got in her car and I got on my bike, and we went to the motel across the way where I got us a room. We shed our clothes and I made her forget any second thoughts, any rights, wrongs, supposed to’s that were taking up space in her head. I made her body respond to mine, and got gasps and curses and moans in return.

I made sure we both enjoyed it.

I didn’t have to bother with small talk, or waste time being annoyed that she expected more from me afterward like some of the girls I’d been with recently, because Tania didn’t. And she knew me, not the Flames officer. This was blunt. Straightforward. And it felt fucking good.

To be with Tania again. To fuck the ghost of Rena, Serena, Ashley, Lenore out from under me. To fuck past the disappointment and that never-ending ache with someone who knew. Yeah, she was with me and Tania on that bed. I searched for her on that bed. And Tania? She shot the finger at her disappointments as they fell to the wayside. A gloom hung in the air of that motel room, but we both worked hard to ignore it.

Tania’s body, her scent, her taste, her sounds were a pillow muffling the noise in my head, but I was still pissed as hell that Serena wasn’t here with us, with me.

I was looking for her, letting go of her, spitting at her.

All at the same fucking time.

I ripped the third condom wrapper and fitted myself up. Lifting up Tania’s hips, I got her up on all fours.

“Whoa, what are you doing—” her fatigued voice came from somewhere over the mattress.

I clenched an ass cheek, and my red imprint appeared on her flesh, my balls twitching at the sight. “Did you let Andy in this ass?”

She let out an exhausted laugh. “He wouldn’t have known what to do.”

Using my cum and her wetness as lube, I fingered her ass. “Touch your clit.” She did it, her ass rocking up.

She relaxed again, and I entered her carefully, pulsing inside her, driving deeper each time.

Her body shuddered at my assault. “Oh my G…”

After, I rolled a joint, and we got high and drifted off to sleep.

And I slept.

No usual round of nightmares: the sting of the knife, those eyes, hands holding me down, those blue green eyes locked on mine across the room, that voice calling me. That sour taste of white mushy bread. That mouth. Scrib’s laugh.

I woke up with a start. Was it morning? Still night?

Tania was curled up against my back, her breaths warm on my skin. The hotel room chair and table just beyond the bed came into soft focus, and my pulse slowed.

There was no one here from my club checking on me. Who I was with, who I was talking to, who I was fucking. This was only me and Tania. My neck relaxed back into the pillow, and I turned to my side, letting out a breath.

Tania’s lips grazed my back, dragging over the welts that had now hardened into scars. “Is this okay?”

“Yeah,” I replied. It was good, which surprised me. I didn’t go for affection, for quiet moments.

I’d only had that once before, with one person. And that’s where that was going to stay.

“You good?” I asked, turning my head slightly from the pillow.

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