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“Who’s he?” Keres asks.
I close my eyes and suck in a breath. “You don’t get to ask the fucking questions, Trouble. Just let us do our thing so we can find this sack of shit you’re looking for. Okay?”
Huffing, she lies back down and mutters, “You’re so fucking touchy.”
After switching off the lamp, I turn to face Romeo and run my hand down his smooth, toned chest. I’m so tightly wound. I need something to take the edge off. He lets out a sexy groan, and my hand slides lower, brushing over his constantly semihard cock.
“You gonna fuck me, Ace?”
“We don’t have anything with us.” But I roll on top of him and pin his hands on either side of his head, rubbing my shaft against his. God, I want to rut into him like a fucking animal. Sometimes he likes it rough, but he doesn’t seem to want that tonight, so I don’t suggest that I fuck him with no lube. Instead I crash my mouth against his and slide my tongue inside, wishing it was my cock in his ass. He arches his back, rocking into my body and I grind against him, working our dicks together as I swallow his soft grunts and groans. I hold his wrists with one hand and slide the other between us, gripping both of our lengths in my palm and squeezing them tight.
He wrenches his lips away from mine and gasps, “Fuck, Ace. You know I love that.”
I squeeze harder, then smear the precum weeping from our crowns over us both with the pad of my thumb. “I know you do, you filthy fucker.”
Wrapping his legs around my waist, he buries his head into my neck and bites down on the skin at the base of my throat. I hiss out a breath, and he offers me a wicked laugh before his tongue lashes over the bite mark, soothing the sting with its velvety warmth.
“If you come before me, I’m gonna use it as lube to fuck your ass, pup.”
“Do it,” he pants.
Thank fuck. I release my grip on my own cock and concentrate on his, working him over until his breathing gets heavier and faster and his abs are clenching tightly against mine. I press my lips to his ear so she won’t hear. I know as sure as fuck she’s listening to us and probably getting herself off to the sounds my sexy little fuckboy is making, but that’s all she gets. She doesn’t get to hear this part of us. “That’s it, come for me, pup.”
He grunts, spilling his seed all over my hands.
“Good boy,” I whisper. “My good fucking boy.”
Shuddering, he sucks in air as his body sags against the mattress. I coat my cock in his release, smearing it over my length, and nudge his knees apart with my own. “Spread your legs for me.”
He does as he’s told, his fingers twisting in my hair as I press the crown of my cock at the entrance to his tight ass. I push inside him, forcing myself past the tight ring of muscle.
He hisses through his teeth. “Fucker.”
My body floods with relief at being inside him, and I have to hold back from nailing him too hard. I’d never fucking hurt him, even though he’d let me if that’s what I wanted. “Yeah, I am. Gonna fuck you ’til you scream.”
“So do it.” He bands his arms around my back and bears down on me, taking me deeper and making my eyes roll in my head. I have no idea who is fucking who now. His tight muscles are squeezing around me while my pulse pounds in my ears. My head spins, and my balls draw up into my stomach. And all the shit from the last few days—all the carnage and the mistakes and feeling like a failure—melts the fuck away as I empty myself inside him.
He moans when I pull out of him, and I press a soft kiss to the base of his throat. “Are you okay?”
“I’m always okay with you.”
“I fucking love you,” I whisper in his ear, wrapping my arms around him and pressing my chest against his back.
“Love you too, fucker.”
A scream pierces the air, shocking me out of my sleep, and I jump up, reaching for my gun beneath my pillow. “No. No!” Adrenaline thunders through my body as I quickly scan the room for the source of the noise.
“No, please, stop. No,” Keres cries, drawing my attention. Her pitiful wail makes the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.
Romeo is up too, on the opposite side of the bed, his eyes and his hair wild as he glances around the room. I nod to the bed beside me, where Keres twists in the covers, whimpering and crying the same words over and over.
“She having some kind of nightmare?” he asks, his tone laced with concern.
I narrow my eyes and watch her, suppressing my instinct to reach out and offer comfort. She doesn’t deserve an ounce of sympathy, and besides, this could be a ruse to fuck us over.
Her hoarse, animalistic scream rips a hole in my chest. It’s a cry borne of pure, primal terror. I recognize it well because it’s the same sound Romeo used to make.
I place my gun back under my pillow and sit on the bed beside her, putting my hand on her shoulder. “Keres.”
