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“You’re so thick,” she murmured, anticipation building at how well he was going to fill her.
“All for you, Comet,” he whispered as he guided himself to her entrance and then slowly, ever so slowly, slid into her.
Her breath caught in her throat until he landed balls deep in her, and then she sighed out her happiness.
“You feel so good, Callum,” she whispered as she lifted her hips, encouraging him to move.
“So do you.”
Like when his mouth had been on her clit, words were impossible as Growler began to move. His pace steady and languorous. They moved together effortlessly, as if they did this all the time, and it wasn’t their first time together.
Astrid gripped his shoulders, welcoming the quickening of his movements. Heat built from their connection until it spread out and took root in the depths of her soul. Her body tensed as her second orgasm built within her. As if sensing how close she was, Growler slid an arm beneath her hips, lifting her a little so that he could deepen the angle of his penetration.
“Oh, yes,” she moaned as the tightness in her muscles grew.
Astrid dug her heels into the mattress as her body bowed, her breath caught in her throat before exploding out of her in a scream as her climax hit her. Like before, Growler kept stroking in and out, prolonging her release until he shouted out her name as he orgasmed.
Seconds, or minutes later, Astrid didn’t know, all sense of time had disappeared the second she’d landed on her bed, Growler rolled to the side, tucking her close to him. Her hand rested over his chest, his heart still thumping hard beneath her palm.
Tiredness swept over her and she closed her eyes, savoring being held by the man who captured more of her heart with every passing hour.
Chapter Seventeen
The stale smell of cigarettes lingered in the air. Pedro had the means to book himself into a much fancier and cleaner hotel than the dump he was staying at, but he wanted to keep a low profile. No one took notice of anyone when staying in a place like this. Most of the “guests” were either hookers servicing their clients or dealers making deals.
The owners always turned a blind eye to what was going on. All they wanted was their money. They knew what was best for them—which was why this was perfect for him.
He paced around the room, annoyed and angry that he hadn’t been able to get close to the Conway bitch at all that day and now time had run out. Javier was going to be in LA in two hours, and he had to go pick the asshole up from the airport.
Or did he?
“What if I didn’t pick him up?” he mused out loud. “What if I made the asshole make his own arrangements? He can catch a fucking cab or drive share for all I care.”
Javier wasn’t going to be staying at this hotel, Pedro knew that for sure. Javier would be staying in one that smelled nicer, where the rooms were cleaned every day and the guests were actual guests on vacation or businessmen. No way would Javier lower himself to stay in this dump—which, as far as Pedro was concerned—was a huge mistake. The guy could be caught on camera and identified.
Although maybe that would be a good thing. An idea formed in Pedro’s head, and a smile slowly stretched his lips.
Yes, that’s what he could do. It made perfect sense now. Mr. Rook may think that sending Javier was going to be a good move, but in fact, Pedro was going to make sure that Javier didn’t make it back to Mr. Rook’s side. Then he would become the man Mr. Rook would rely on.
He would be the one everyone would be afraid of.
Chapter Eighteen
The sizzle and aroma of bacon had Growler’s stomach grumbling in appreciation as he cracked eggs into another pan. Astrid was still sleeping upstairs. It had been hard to leave her, as he’d wanted to continue to hold her. But he needed to get some perspective on what he’d done the night before.
No way did he regret any of it, but it changed everything. Changed the dynamics between them. In a good way, for him at least. He wasn’t sure how Astrid felt now.
“Something smells good.”
Just the sound of her sleep-laden voice had his body hardening immediately. “Hey, I thought I’d cook for you for a change, seeing as you always cook for everyone else.”
Was it rude keeping his back to her? Possibly, but he needed a few precious seconds to get his body under control.
“I don’t mind doing it. I love it. Can I do anything?”
He caught the slight hint of uncertainty in her voice, and he mentally kicked himself for giving the impression that he was ignoring her. Turning off the head beneath the eggs and bacon, he turned and his breath caught in his throat.
Astrid was wearing his shirt. He pulled on his pants when he’d gotten out of bed, not bothering with his shirt. Now he was glad that he hadn’t.
