Holly’s hands move quickly on my zipper. All these hours I’ve spent wrestling her into that damn cot and it’s still come to this—gripping her flesh, lifting my hips so my cock is freed from layers of cloth. My cock stands proud and thick between us, already glistening with pre cum.
I touch the tip to wet my finger and push it into her mouth. One finger. Two. Her eyes go wide, but she doesn’t fight me. She accepts me as I fuck her mouth this way, two fingers that taste like my come, rubbing my forefinger over her tongue, reveling in the damp heat. “That’s right,” I say, my voice low. “Show me how bad you want my come.”
And bless her, she does. She forms a beautiful suction on my fingers, and my cock flexes in the cool air between us. I push farther back, touching the back of her throat, and she gags around my hand. Even that makes me harder, the sound and the convulsion a reward all its own.
“Go ahead and fuck me, sweetheart. Work me good.”
She’s determined and already lifting her hips. Effort shines in her face while she works herself down onto me. It has to be painful. My job here is to stop her, to convince her to heal. The entry wound has healed better than the exit. Her insides are still torn to shit.
Then her wet heat envelopes me, and her inner muscles clench my cock, and I forget that I existed outside this moment. There’s only bliss and endless pleasure.
“Hold still,” I say between clenched teeth. I grasp her hips and thrust from beneath her, forcing my cock inside her, again and again, holding her suspended above me. It’s only slightly better than letting her fuck me. She still has to clench her muscles while I use her body. She could start bleeding from what I’m doing. But she submits so sweetly, almost as if she knows how badly I’ve needed this, how hard I’ve had to hold myself back from her. Even as I changed the dressing on her wound and pulled the blanket up to her neck, I’ve imagined taking out my cock. I’ve imagined fucking my fist until white liquid covers her face.
My brothers were right to turn their backs on me. Liam was right when he questioned my treatment of Holly. Look what I’m doing to her—and she’s so fucking beautiful, color spread across her cheeks and her neck, tits bouncing beneath the sports bra.
As quickly as I started, I stop. I lift her up from my lap so she’s an inch above the tip of my cock. It hurts, the dry air on my private flesh. It hurts to be outside of her.
“No,” she moans, her hips rocking uselessly where my cock used to be.
“Promise me,” I say, licking my lips. “I’ll only let you come if you promise.”
“Promise what?”
“Promise you’ll say I shot him.”
Her eyes are lust-dazed and dark. They go wide when I say that. It takes her slow seconds to focus on me. Outrage and desire mix in her brown gaze. “What?”
“You heard me.”
“Don’t… No. You can’t be serious.”
“Stone cold,” I say, resting her ass on my thighs. That gives me space to bring my hands to her front, to run my thumb through her wet folds. God, she feels good. I want her around my cock again, but not without this. “You want this cock, you promise me.”
Fire flares in her dark eyes. “You’re sure I’ll give in.”
My thumb finds her clit, and I circle, circle, circle. She gasps and wriggles in my arms. There is no country safe enough. There is no safehouse hidden enough. We will be found. The only way to save her is this. “Promise me, and I’ll fuck you until you cry.”
Her thighs tremble around me. Her hips give a small, telling jolt. “No. Please.”
“It’s so easy,” I coax, an asshole to the last. “So easy to give me what I want. Then I’ll make you feel good. I’ll fill you up and come inside you.”
She shudders. Her eyes drift closed. “Please.”
I stroke her with blunt, harsh movements. I’m not trying to make her rise gently. I want her spilling over and desperate. She has a strong will, but I have time on my side. Seconds turn into minutes. They might even become hours as I fuck her with my fingers, keeping her on the edge, never letting her fall into orgasm. Tears fall down her cheeks, squeezed from beneath tightly closed eyelids. “Promise me, sweetheart. That’s all you have to do.”
She should have known I’d get my way, whether I used the pain medicine to distract or sex to fuck her into oblivion. She’s rocking on my legs, arousal dripping onto my jeans, lips parted in a sexy pant, whole body moving in time with my thumb. I’m relentless, bringing her inexorably to the pinnacle only to hold her there. She can’t move. Can’t go anywhere, can only take it. The tears come faster now, they flood down her cheeks, because she knows she’s lost.
The words are a broken whisper. “I promise.”
Relief sweeps through me, wiping out all thought. I slam her down onto my cock, and she comes immediately, her muscles clenching and quivering around me, liquid desire sliding down my cock to my balls, and I come in a hard, endless pulse that coats her inside with come.
10
Holly
Washing up at a utility sink shouldn’t be sexy, but it is.
I shouldn’t spend my time memorizing the dips and lines of Elijah’s hard body, but I do.
He rubs soap between his big palms. Water runs over his knuckles in white suds. Such mundane movements but the sex has given them a surreal, shimmering quality. A joke about being in a movie comes to mind and flits back out again. He looks too serious for jokes. So serious. So tense. Like someone might burst into this dark church at any moment.
I see the shadow of fear in his eyes when he looks into the mirror above the sink, but he blinks it away in an instant. Did I imagine it? Does he truly believe that the net is closing in around us, or is it just his nature to be prepared? God knows he’s earned the right. Survival has been the focus of his entire life, and not in the abstract way it is for other people. We’re all trying to make it in the world. Elijah carves out heartbeat after heartbeat.
It’s my new mission to convince him this isn’t true.
“Elijah,” I say, and his green eyes meet mine in the blackened mirror. They’re so intense that I’m winded. What was I going to say to him, anyway? That he’s wrong about the world around us? That soon, we’ll be able to sneak out into the dark and disappear? I didn’t have a plan when I shot that gun and I don’t have a plan now. I just have a fierce, delirious need to prove to him that we’ll survive. We can survive anything as long as we’re together.
“I love you.” The words fall out of my mouth like stones to the bottom of the ocean, swift and sure of their way down. It isn’t a solution. It won’t protect us from bullets, but it doesn’t have to. It has a power all its own, and the love builds inside me until I’m bursting.
He whirls to face me, stunned for a single, breathless moment.
Three things happen at once in the pause before he speaks.
There’s a sound of wood splintering on stone. Elijah blinks, and when his eyes open again, something flashes through them, onyx through emerald. It looks like heartbreak but it’s gone too soon to pin it down. And he moves.
“What are you doing?” It’s a pointless question, wasted breath, because as soon as he’s between me and the bathroom door it’s obvious.