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“God, yes.” She drops her gaze. “And why are you still wearing pants? In the shower.”
Laughter rumbles out of me. “Too eager to get my face in your pussy, I guess.”
She slides down my body, working my soaked jeans down my legs as she goes. I step out and she tosses them in the corner with a wet slap against the tile.
“Kinda wanted you to ride—”
My words are lost as she closes her lips around the tip of my cock.
“Fuck.” I squeeze my eyes shut, concentrating on how amazing her tongue feels.
She moans as she sucks me deeper and my hips rock forward. She makes another encouraging noise and rests her hands on my thighs.
“Lilly,” I groan.
My hands tangle in her hair, holding the back of her head while I fuck her mouth with short, quick strokes. Within seconds, the familiar tingle of pleasure rocks down my spine. My muscles lock up and I’m pouring everything I have to give down her throat. My head spins. My pulse pounds in my ears and I finally remember to release my death grip on her head.
She gasps for air when I release her but she curls her hands around my legs, resting her cheek on my thigh.
“Are you okay?” I rasp.
“I think so.” Butterfly soft, she kisses my leg before tipping her head back and staring up at me.
“Get up here.” I hold out my hand and help her up.
She presses her body against me and I lean back on the wall to support us. I kiss the top of her head. “Want to finish our shower?”
“Yes, that should give you enough time to recover.” She jerks her thumb in the direction of the bedroom. “Because I need to ride you like a bronco.”
I sputter and laugh. “Well, all right then.” I glance around. “Am I washing your hair?”
“I’ll worry about it later.” She picks up a bar of soap and starts lathering it up, motioning for me to turn around.
“Eager, siren?”
“You have no idea.” She digs her slippery fingers into my muscles and I brace myself on the wall in front of me, letting the shower rain down my back while she washes me. “Are you okay?” she asks softly.
“Much better now.”
“I’m serious. I was worried about you after Murphy got out and they moved you to county. They made it sound like it was awful.”
“No one soaped me up in the shower if that’s what you’re asking.”
There’s a wet, stinging slap on my ass. “Angus Frazier, that’s not funny.”
“Love when you say my whole name like that, baby.”
“Ugh.” She reaches past me and shuts off the water.
“I wasn’t done.”
“I am.” She pushes the door open and grabs a towel, wrapping it around her sinful curves. “Let’s go, cowboy.”
“I thought you wanted to play cowboy?” I grin at her and take the towel she offers me.
She groans again and marches into the bedroom. Because I’m dying for more of her, I follow.
At the bed, she stops and rips off my towel and shoves me down on the mattress. I pretend to cover my junk. “I feel so taken advantage of.”
She flings her towel to the side and climbs on top of me, staring down into my eyes. “Is that right?” she whispers.
Her hips shift, brushing her hot pussy against my rapidly-gaining-interest cock.
“Uh-huh.”
“So, you don’t want this, then?” She dips lower, sliding her wet heat over my now hard-enough-to-pound-nails cock.
I stop her maddening movements with a hand on her hip. With my free hand, I grip my cock and drag it through her wetness. “Up. Need you so fucking bad.”
Her teeth sink into her bottom lip as she raises up. I have to close my eyes while she slides down my cock or this will be over fast. Even after the fantastic shower head, I’m still ready to blow. She slides down my cock and I grit my teeth. Home. She feels like home that I’ve been away from for way too long.
“Oh, that’s good,” she moans.
Fuck, I missed her beautiful face.
She places her hands on my chest and rolls her hips a few times, slowly picking up speed.
“Just like that.” My hand slides from her hip and slaps her ass. “Faster.”
She gives me a crooked smile. “Make up your mind.”
She’s had a solid eight seconds of living out her bucking bronco fantasy, right? I dig my heels into the mattress and buck her off me. Before she has time to protest, I’m behind her. Hands on her hips, I yank her to me, burying myself inside her.
I lean down over her back, kiss her shoulder, and push her hair away from her face. “Had your chance, cowgirl. Let me show you how it’s done.”
She buries her face in the pillows, but her laughter floats back to me.
I pop her on the ass. “I’d quit laughing and brace yourself on that headboard if I were you.”
“Bring it.” She laughs harder but places her palms against the headboard.
“That’s right.” I push forward and squeeze my eyes shut.
“Oh, God.” She moans, wriggles and pushes back against me. “Faster.”
“Easy, siren. Let me enjoy this.” I gather her long, thick hair in one hand and tug, halting her movements. “That’s right. Nice and slow.”
She moans as I push through her slick pussy until I’m balls deep, then lets out a little whimper.
“Too much?”
“God, oh Jesus.”
“That’s it. Keep praying, siren. I’m gonna fuck you hard and fast now.”
“Promises, promises.”
Love the teasing in her voice. It’s pure challenge. Something I can’t resist. Let’s me know she’s right here with me enjoying every punishing thrust.
I’m rough but take my time mixing long deep strokes with short shallow ones. I’m relentlessly aiming for the spots that light her perfect body up. Her hands drop from the headboard, curling in the sheets.
“Come on,” I whisper.
She lets out a strangled gasp.
“Rub your clit for me. I don’t want to let go of you.” I squeeze her hips as she slides her hand under us. “That’s it,” I encourage.
“Oh.” Her surprised gasp turns into a cry of pleasure and the beast in me is unleashed.
My thrusts turn wild and unpredictable as she tightens under me. I grip her hips harder. She’s still throbbing around me when I thrust one last time. The sounds I make are more animal than human.
Spent, I
fall down next to her. “Come here, I didn’t kiss you enough yet.” I scoop her up and pull her closer, smashing my mouth against hers. Taking the longest, greediest kiss.
And the cynic in the back of my head wonders if this happiness can last. I may have temporarily forgotten all the trouble ahead but in a few months, there’s the possibility I’ll be going to prison. Inside and away from everything that matters to me.
Inside for a long damn time.
Chapter Sixteen
Lilly
My legs are still shaking when Z rolls to the side and declares it’s time to get up.
“I hope Chance is still sleeping,” I mutter as I search for some clothes.
“Not sure how anyone could sleep through what happened up here.”
I turn and find Z smiling, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Everything’s fucking perfect now.”
“Yes, yes, you’re fantastic in bed as always, but you look troubled.”
He snorts and throws open his closet door. “Troubled doesn’t really begin to cover it, Lilly. I’m looking at twenty-five years. Not sure how many conjugal visits you’re up for.”
How can he talk about this so casually? Make a joke out of something so awful? He’s in his closet so he doesn’t see me coming. I’m so filled with rage at his words, I reach out and shove him. He stumbles forward and turns to me with wide eyes. “What the fuck?”
“Don’t say shit like that!”
He narrows his eyes, maybe shocked because I’ve never screamed at him before. “It’s the truth, Lilly. Better wrap that pretty head of yours around it now.”
I raise my hands again, not to hit him. Maybe to shove him until he stops killing me with every word, but he captures my wrists. “Don’t test me, siren,” he growls.
“Stop it,” I plead, on the verge of tears now. “Don’t joke about this. It’s not funny. I’m scared.”
“I’m not joking. Trust me.”
“Did you do it?”
“I already told you I didn’t.”
“Then we’ll get you out of it.”
He still hasn’t released my wrists and he drives me backwards until the backs of my legs hit the bed and I’m forced to drop onto the mattress. “It doesn’t matter, Lilly. I’m on their radar for some reason I don’t understand. This case might be more about who I am than what I’ve done. Do you get that? Taking down a president of our club makes these fucks look good and they’ll go for it if they can get away with it.”
