Gratitude swarms with desire, the two swirling deep in my belly. His smell, his touch, his kiss. I want it all surrounding me, protecting me and making it all go away.
Neither of us breathe as we kiss and in the moment of passion, we break away, gasping for air as his hands roam down my body. “Please,” I beg him.
My legs part for him, straddling him already although we’re both clothed. “Laura.” My name is both a warning and the only word Seth speaks.
I say please, with longing.
He says Laura, with a torturous tone.
As he lays me on my back, I keep his lips to mine, parting my own and licking along the seam of his until he parts them, deepening the kiss and melding our mouths together.
The feel of his length pressing against my leg is all I need to moan. He doesn’t make a move to undress either of us, so I do it. Ignoring his protests and stroking him before he can tell me not to.
I open my eyes to see his head arched back, his deep groan of pleasure filling the space. He towers over me with all this power, and with a single touch, I know he wants me. I know he’ll do everything he can to make sure I feel the same way I make him feel.
A faint beat flickers in my chest and I love it. I love that he makes me feel all of this. “I want you,” I beg him as my hand moves to his velvety head.
I already know I’m ready for him when his heated gaze drops to meet mine. Both of our lips are parted, our breathing heavy. Both of us in need.
I shimmy out of my pants, dropping them to the side of the small bed, all the while keeping my eyes on Seth. He doesn’t move, his hands fisted and digging into the mattress on either side of my head. His shirt still on, but his pants are pushed down to his knees.
If someone were to walk in on us in this moment, they’d get a sight of his fine ass. And the very thought of it makes me smile. It’s a small smile, but it shows.
I think that’s what does it, that and the last please I have to give him, for Seth to lower his body down to mine.
He props up one of my legs with the crook of his arm, spreading and angling me. His lips drop to mine at the same time that he enters me. The motion is swift and harsh. The act tears a scream from my throat, but he catches it. Staying deep inside of me, Seth whispers, “You will be quiet.”
It’s a statement that makes my heart pound with desire.
“I will.” The whisper is lost in his kiss as he moves at a slower pace, each stroke deep before pulling out nearly all the way. Every time he moves backward, I pray for him to come back. Each thrust forward is nearly too much though, stinging my eyes with tears as my nails dig into his back and my head thrashes.
It’s torturously sweet and slow. My pleasure builds, taking its time and feeling like the highest of highs before crashing down. I can’t kiss him when I do. Tears leak from my eyes while the convulsion of the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had paralyzes my body and I bite down on his shoulder to keep from screaming out.
Seth
The knock at the door is followed by it opening, only a couple of inches. Laura is sound asleep on my shoulder and even though my arm is fucking numb, I haven’t moved.
Carefully, I maneuver my way out from under her, hating that I have to leave her at all. I’m afraid if I leave, she’ll remember why she left. Not that she can go anywhere in here, but she could realize she doesn’t want me. I can’t let that happen. All of this is too good to be true and I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Staring down at her, I make sure she’s asleep. Her readjusting and inhaling deeply is followed by the smallest of hums and not a stir afterward.
On the short walk to the door I shake out my arm, trying to bring it back to life. I’m tired as all hell. My eyes feel it, my body feels it, and all I want is to fall asleep with Laura in my own bed.
When I pull open the door wider, I catch sight of Walters first and I’m concerned by the expression he gives me until he nods his head behind him, at fucking Cody Walsh.
My gaze moves back to Walters. Walsh isn’t on our payroll and whatever truce that was between us is long gone as far I’m concerned. My jaw hardens, and I play out every way this can go in my mind.
Before I can say a word, Walsh speaks up. “We’re letting you both go.”
His eyes don’t look past me but even still, I shut the door to hide the sight of Laura sleeping from him and speak quietly. “Is that right?”
“The DA came to the decision. We don’t have enough to charge either of you.”
“And the cases?” I ask Walsh but look back at Walters, nodding and dismissing him.
“Yours is closed. Hers is still open.”
I don’t respond, pissed off and knowing that I need the Cross brothers to cover my ass in that case. I hate them for leaving her in that cell. It needs to go away in an instant, though, and they have far more pull than I do. I haven’t forgotten that I promised her I’d leave, and I will. The second she says the word, we’ll go wherever she wants. I don’t know what that means for me and Jase. I know I’ll lose her again if I don’t, though. I’m willing to do anything. Anything and everything.
Walsh speaks when I don’t say anything. “Passing out at the wheel is your defense, in case you didn’t know.” The humor isn’t lost on me, but I don’t show a hint of it to him.
I can’t stand the sight of Walsh after he kept me in that room for as long as he did. I could have been with Laura sooner; I could have stopped the bullshit that was going on behind the scenes in her cell if he hadn’t kept me in that damn interrogation room.
As far as I’m concerned, Walsh can go fuck himself.
“And self-defense against a dirty cop is hers.”
I know the lawyer will tell me what he’s talking about, but lawyers only know so much. “Care to elaborate?” I ask, needing to know the intel on the cop involved in her case.
“He had no reason to be there, or to be with the other men. He was undercover, but not on a case that involved them.”
I nod, peeking back at Laura for only a moment and ensuring she’s still passed out.
“Thank you.” He earns a single point of gratitude for giving me that information. He can still go fuck himself, though.
“I wasn’t going to let her go down for your mistake.” Walsh’s voice is harsh and my grip on the doorframe turns white knuckled. “I didn’t know how close you two were until last week. I looked up everything between you two, and I think I have a good idea of what went down.”
The guilt is there and I know he’s right, but I don’t like him. I’ll never like him.
He must know exactly what I’m thinking from my glare because he tells me, “We don’t have to be on the same side, but you don’t know the shit I had to pull to get you both out of here.”
Jase said it could take days to get to the judge and this is faster than I thought it’d be, but I doubt Walsh’s honesty.
“That judge would have never turned. Judge Lainson wants the Cross brothers and he knows you and her are a way to get in.”
“So you convinced him that the cases were too weak to hold up in court?” I ask, still not believing what he’s telling me. He could simply be taking the credit.