I twist around in his arms, weaving my fingers through his hair. “I already know it will be. You don’t need to go to huge trouble on my account. Making you all mine is everything I need and want.”
“Did you ever think about this? Back when we were dating?” Sweeping my hair aside, he places his lips on my neck.
“I did,” I admit, arching my neck so he has more access. “Even though I knew it was silly, because I thought you weren’t into me like that, I did visualize marrying you some day.”
“Me too,” he whispers, as his delectable mouth roams up and down my neck.
“You did?” I can’t shield the disbelief from my tone.
He lifts his head, clasping my face. “My head was a mess back then. You know this. But you were still everything to me, Lo. I imagined marrying you. It might have confused me a little, but I still thought about it.”
“You know, I never thought I’d say this, but I’m glad we went through that pain.” I grip his hips, pulling him flush to my body, and my core pulses as his hard length pushes against me.
“Because it’s led us here,” he whispers, gripping my ass cheeks in his large palms. “And I wouldn’t change a single part of our history.”
We move at the same time, our lips colliding in a hungry kiss that quickly becomes more. Our hips thrust against one another, and I need him to fill me in every place. “Fuck me,” I whimper into his mouth. “Right here. Right now.”
His eyes blaze with fierce need as he spins us around, pressing me down over the counter. “Does that hurt?” he asks, as his hands slide around to the band of my jeans and he pops the button.
“No,” I lie, because the truth is my ribs are still fucking sore, but I’ve learned to live with the pain. “Just do it already. I need your cock inside me.”
He pulls my jeans and panties down my legs and unbuttons my boots, tossing them aside. His hands glide up my legs, and liquid warmth floods my pussy, as my hips buck involuntarily against the side of the counter, needing friction, needing cock, needing Theo. The sound of clothing falling to the floor has me licking my lips and squirming with desire.
I cry out when his fingers push inside me, riding his hand as he pumps his digits into me. “Fuck, you are so wet.”
“Don’t sound surprised. You know what you do to me.”
“I never take it for granted, beautiful.” He leans over me, and his cock nudges against the crack in my ass.
“Take my ass,” I hiss, moaning as his fingers stroke the perfect spot inside my pussy. I’m not sure if it’s deliberate, but Theo has shied away from ass play since we reunited.
“Gladly, baby,” he says, shoving his cock deep in my pussy. “Let me work up to that.” He pounds into my cunt as he shoves his fingers into my mouth. “Suck.” I do as I’m told, because the promise of what’s to come has me feverish and on fire. Slowly, he works his fingers into my ass, one at a time, stretching me out, while his cock slides in and out of my cunt.
“Fuck, Theo. That feels so good.” I push my ass back against his finger. “But I need your cock. Now, babe. Please.”
He pulls his cock from my pussy, lining it up at my asshole, and slowly eases inside me. Using his other hand, he slides two fingers into my cunt.
“Oh my God, Theo.” I push back against him when he’s fully seated, and he holds his cock still as his fingers pump in and out of my pussy.
“I know, baby. You feel so good on my cock and my fingers.” He loses control then, slamming in and out of my ass while his fingers work my cunt, and the pain in my ribs fades into the background as I let go, closing my eyes and savoring everything he’s doing to me.
He circles my clit with his thumb as his fingers continue stroking the walls of my pussy, and I come apart on his hand as he rams into my ass, over and over, roaring as he comes, shooting his warm cum all over the cheeks of my ass.
We shower together afterward, and when we’re clean, he carries me to the bed and takes me again, coming in my pussy this time. I drift to sleep in his arms with a big smile on my face.
CHAPTER 16
WE MEET BRYANT Eccleston on Tuesday night in an abandoned house on the outskirts of Lowell, far from prying eyes. Bry is already inside when we arrive, talking in hushed tones on his cell. He cuts the call the second he sees us, sliding his cell into the back pocket of his jeans.
“Sup.” He jerks his head in the guy’s direction. “Lo,” he adds, casting a quick glance over me. “I’m glad you’re okay.”
“No thanks to your fuck buddy,” Saint snarls, folding his arms and staring at Bry. There is still no love lost there.
“One-time fuck buddy,” Bry corrects him, adopting the same stance.
“Quit that shit.” I push between them, dragging their arms down. I point between all of us. “Same team. Remember?”
Bry scrubs his hands down his face, looking more agitated than normal. “You’re right.” He shoves his hands in the front pockets of his jeans. “But feeling like I’m seconds from a dagger in the neck doesn’t invoke confidence,” he admits.
“Give us one good reason why we should trust you?” Galen asks.
“Because I haven’t given you any reason not to,” Bry snarls.
“Not good enough,” Caz says.
Bry throws his hands in the air, sending me a frustrated look, pleading for help.
“Guys, knock it off. Bry is not our enemy. We’re on the same page, so put your personal feelings aside and engage your brains.” I level them all with a deadly look. I know we don’t fully understand Bry’s motives yet, and we are right to be cautious, but treating him like an archenemy is getting us nowhere. If they continue doing this, they’ll push him firmly into Sinner’s corner, and that won’t benefit anyone.
“You said you have something for us,” Saint says. “Let’s hear it.”
“I planted the cameras in Archer Quinn’s office on Sunday, and it’s already paying dividends.”
“You should have led with that,” Theo suggests.
“I would have if I could’ve gotten a word in edgewise!” Bry snaps.
“Focus!” I bark, glaring at all of them, because they’re pissing me off now. “What have you discovered, Bry?”
“Diego is meeting the mole Saturday night. I have the exact time and location.”
“A breakthrough at last. Thank fuck.” Galen pushes strands of his messy dark hair out of his eyes. He hasn’t been wearing it in his faux hawk lately, either because he’s too lazy to style it, because we’ve been largely holed up alone, or he knows I love it wild and untamed.
“That’s excellent, Bry.” My smile is genuine, and his shoulders relax a smidgeon.
“Why is Diego meeting him and not Archer?” Saint asks.
“I’m guessing Diego has been the contact point all along. Archer is the prez, so he’s the most obvious choice, but maybe he knows Sinner is trying to find out the identity of the rat in his ranks, and he’d assume Archer or the VP is the one doing the meets. Diego is the sergeant at arms, someone Archer trusts, but this isn’t his typical responsibility, so it’s less likely he’s being watched.”