“M’lady,” he whispered, and that time it sounded like a plea. One I was all too happy to answer. We could play around with more possibilities some other time.
There would be other times. I swore it by whatever was still true in my soul.
I scrambled out of my jeans and panties, and Thorn pulled me to him, the strength even in that controlled gesture taking my breath away. I ran my fingers up and down his cock. He kissed me so hard his teeth nicked my tongue, and then I lowered myself onto him with as much haste as my body allowed.
Just the head of his cock penetrating my slit stretched me more than I’d ever experienced. I stopped there, adjusting. Pleasure pulsed through me as my channel relaxed to accommodate him.
The warrior was a perfect gentleman, as torturous as the wait must have been for him. He kissed the side of my neck and massaged my breasts, adding to the blissful sensations coursing through me.
I sank a little lower and a little lower still, each inch stretching me farther with a burn that was increasingly ecstatic. My head tipped against Thorn’s shoulder, sweat dampening my brow. “You feel so good,” I said, my lips brushing his skin. My fingers teased over his belly, his pecs, his pert nipples, any way I could pay him back for the intense pleasure he was offering me with his patience.
Another groan slipped out of him. “As do you.”
The impulse flitted through me to feel all of him pressing down on me, to lose myself in the surge of that massive body over and inside me, but I wasn’t sure I was quite ready for that yet. I settled for dropping even lower, a pleased sound reverberating from my chest.
I felt full to bursting in the most giddying sense. The only question left was how well we could move together.
I eased up and down, up and down, a little more each time. The bond between us turned slick with my expanding arousal. As I hit a rhythm, Thorn found the confidence to raise his hips to meet me, gently at first and then, when he saw how I whimpered at the additional motion, with more force.
I bit my lip, struggling to hold in the louder cries of pleasure that wanted to peal from my lungs. The walls in the RV weren’t thick enough to disguise those without Ruse’s soundproofing magic.
I didn’t have to hold them in very long. The ecstasy building inside me was spiking higher, racing me toward my peak with a momentum I couldn’t rein in. I bucked against Thorn, clutching his shoulder, his side, and he was right there to meet me. His lips crashed into mine, the thrust of his hips sent me spiraling even higher, and I came so hard my vision whited out with the flare of bliss.
As my sex clenched around him, the warrior’s fingers dug into my thigh. He jerked me to him, impaling me so deeply his cock set off a second orgasmic wave just as he spilled himself inside me.
I sagged into him, alight with the afterglow. Thorn cupped my cheek and kissed me with a softer determination. As I nestled against his broad chest, the doubts and self-recriminations that had gripped me earlier scattered into the distance.
I was strong—hell, yes, I was. Strong enough to take a legendary warrior as my lover. No shitty ex was going to beat me down.
Leland had used the conflict with the Company of Light to act out his resentment against me. Maybe it was time to turn the tables right around and see how we could use him.
28
Sorsha
Omen watched me climb onto the motorcycle behind Ruse with obvious reluctance. I gave him an optimistic thumbs-up. “Don’t worry! We’ll take care of Charlotte.”
“I don’t think you’d enjoy finding out what’ll happen if you don’t,” he retorted, but he turned away rather than continuing to stew about the situation. This plan required only Ruse and me, and as much as the hellhound shifter might have wanted to tag along to supervise from the shadows, it didn’t really make sense to put anyone else at risk. The Company people were a hell of a lot more likely to notice us in the city than way out here in the middle of nowhere.
In my attempt to avoid drawing their notice, I fit the helmet the incubus had been kind enough to obtain for me over my head, where a black knit hat already hid my red hair. Ruse sported a helmet himself, a situationally appropriate way to disguise his horns. He gave Omen’s retreating back a salute, patted my knee to confirm my position against him, and gunned the engine.
It was way easier to relax against the incubus’s lean back than when I’d been clinging to Omen yesterday. For one, Ruse didn’t drive the bike like a, well, demon. He might not have been the smoothest at lane changes, but he was concerned enough about keeping a low profile to stick to the same speed as the cars and avoid any flashy moves.
And considering how intimate we’d gotten on multiple occasions, I didn’t have a whole lot of modesty left when it came to having my arms wrapped around his chest or my thighs pressed against his hips.
He followed the directions I’d given him to Leland’s townhouse without a hitch. The sight of the narrow, gray building on the end of the row made my chest constrict.
How many times had I rung that doorbell ready for a quick jump in the sack—a dozen? Twenty? It had never felt like anything other than scratching an itch, and then even that enjoyment had turned sour with Leland’s caustic disappointment in me.
My current feelings toward him went well past sour and into “raze it to the ground” territory, but I wasn’t here to mess with his living space. At least, not yet. We’d see how this visit went first.
I knew my ex-friends-with-benefits’s schedule well enough to have anticipated that he’d be at the gym on a Sunday afternoon. We left the bike a couple of blocks over and slunk into Leland’s backyard, Ruse sticking to the shadows now. As I waited for him to slip inside and unlock the door for me, I set my shoulders, gathering my chutzpah.
We had a plan—one that should get us to Snap if the Company had grabbed him. No uncomfortable memories were going to shake me out of accomplishing that. Leland had no idea what he’d set himself up for.
Ruse opened the door with a little bow, and I marched inside.
Had the place always held this stale grease smell? Maybe I’d never been close enough to the kitchen before to notice it. Wrinkling my nose, I passed through the space with its tarnished steel appliances and into the living room off the front hall where I intended to wait.
I clearly hadn’t spent enough time on the first floor in general, or the framed photographs along the mantel would have been a tip-off that this guy wasn’t worth my time even as an easy lay. Each of those photographs was of Leland, on his own: posing at an amateur weight-lifting competition, leaning over beneath the open hood of a car I doubted he had the slightest idea how to fix, giving a victory sign on the deck of a speed boat. He might as well have built a little shrine to his ego—a testament to how much he thought the world should revolve around him alone.
Ruse ambled over to contemplate them closer up. “Such a catch,” he teased. “What a mistake you made in letting this fine specimen go. At least, he clearly thinks he’s the finest specimen around.”
“No kidding.” I socked him lightly in the shoulder. “No need to rub it in. I did find the good sense to move on to greener pastures.”
The incubus wiggled his eyebrows. “And I’ve been delighted to plow you.” As I choked on a laugh, one of those eyebrows arched higher. “Speaking of which… I take it you got something other than grumbles and glowers out of our Incredible Hulk.”