She turns around and goes inside, slamming the door. My legs take me to the front door before I know what’s happening. The perimeter check needs to happen, but the way her ass sashayed up those porch steps has all the blood going from my big head to the other one.
I step inside, slamming into her on the other side.
Her eyes glitter. “You gonna fuck me, cowboy?”
I drop the AK back against the wall and pick her up, bloody hands on her naked skin. Our bodies fall against the wall between the door and the sink. My mouth is on her neck, my hand between us yanking my belt open. Her nails rake through my bloody hair, digging in so hard, it hurts.
“You turned on by blood?” I pant.
“I’m turned on by watching you fuck people up,” she moans.
Bracing my boot, I shove the front of my pants down and thrust into her wet pussy. She cries out, head falling back.
“You’re in luck. I’ve got a list of people to fuck up,” I grit out.
She moans, hair falling around her face as I start fucking, bouncing her on my cock. The sex is hard, fast. The stove rattles wildly. I pound her into the wall, and she falls apart with her eyes rolling back. There’s a freeness to her that isn’t there when we have regular sex. She’s dripping down her thighs.
I slam in, pinning her to grind into her clit. Her lips tremble. Her nails dig in. She comes so hard, I hear the splatter on my boot.
Part of me was afraid Della couldn’t match my desires.
God, was I wrong about that.
She moans as I hammer so hard, I know it hurts. The wet sound echoes through the house. We’re past the point of pretending we’re rational people. Our eyes lock, and then hers roll back as I shove my cock so far inside her that her legs spasm, and come.
The clarity of my pleasure is mind blowing. My hips rut mindlessly. Sweat drips into my mouth, dragging blood with it. Her perfect skin is stained with crimson and the deep flush of pleasure. That perfect moment when we’re both coming, bodies locked, seemsto go on forever. I soak in every second of it, my forehead pressed to hers.
“Lord,” she whispers, taking a shaky breath.
I kiss the side of her neck, leaving a bloody print. “You stay in the house. I’m going out to clean up the bodies.”
She nods, wiping the sweat off her face. I grab the AK and shove my dick back in my pants, fastening my belt as I step on the porch. As I’m striding across the yard to the bodies before the barn, I take my phone out and dial Brothers Boyd.
He picks up on the first ring.
“Early bird, huh, Jen?” he drawls.
“Shut up,” I say. “I just got attacked by Caudill soldiers. We need to talk.”
Silence. I know he wants to say I told you so, but he also knows I might lose my shit if he does. He clears his throat.
“I’ll be at the Bonnefield Tavern outside Byway tonight,” he says. “Come by, and bring your girl.”
The phone cuts off. I shove it back in my pocket. The Bonnefield is a historic hotel and tavern at the edge of town. It’s where Brothers Boyd goes when he needs to do seedy business. If I recall, it’s also where he hosts parties when the races start.
He was right. I can’t do this without him.
And that’s a bitter pill to swallow.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
DELLA
The next day, he’s up and gone before I can peel open my eyes. Everything hurts, especially on the inside. After I make breakfast and leave it on the table, I pull back the shower curtain and fill up the clawfoot bathtub with hot water. I swear, my eyes roll back in my head as I sink to my chin.
Right away, I start spiraling.
Back in the Caudill house, I spent a lot of time in the evening disassociating in the bath. It was where Leland left me alone. In the evening, I could have a long soak and postpone going to bed with him as long as possible.
