“Holy fuck,” she mutters, voice shot to hell.
I don’t answer. I stand, wipe my mouth on the back of my hand, and kiss her hard, so she can taste herself on me. She grabs my hair and pulls me closer, biting my bottom lip for the second time tonight. I can taste blood. My cock is so hard it hurts.
“Turn around, adorable,” I say, voice thick. “That was just the beginning.”
She does, bending over the bike, ass up and ready, her pussy still wet and swollen from my mouth.
I unzip with one hand, then pull out a condom from my pocket. Tear the wrapper open with my teeth.
I don’t give her a moment to breathe, though. I push two fingers inside her, slow, testing, then drag her slick over her pussy. I pinch her clit between two knuckles and ground it, relentless, until she starts shaking and chokes on a moan. Already so fucking needy again.
I release her clit right when she’s at the edge and, before she can curse me out, I line up my cock. I press in slow at first, then hard, the bike creaking beneath her. She makes little noises, desperate and hungry, one hand clutching the handlebars like she’s afraid she might fly off.
“Harder,” she says, over her shoulder. “Come on, Dominic. I can take it.”
“Oh, I’m sure you can,” I growl, and slap her ass so hard the sound echoes all around us.
I fist her hair at the nape, yank her back, and give her what she asked for.
I fuck her like I mean it, like I want to hammer her into the steel. My other hand digs into her hip while I slam forward, no mercy, over and over again. She’s louder now, moaning, not caring if anyone hears. The viewpoint is empty, anyway. I don’t slow down. I want to mark her inside and out, ruin her for anyone else. I want to keep her forever, make her cum every day, every night.
The heat inside me builds and builds, a white-hot pressure threatening to detonate my spine. She clenches around me like a fist, walls tightening, gripping my cock so hard I almost see stars.
I reach around and rub her clit, two fingers, fast and mean. She comes again with a sob and a scream, and I follow, blowing my load so fast I get dizzy.
For a minute, the only sound is the wind and our ragged breathing. Then she suddenly chuckles.
“Oh, wow,” she says dreamily. “I’ve never done this before.”
The words hit like a bucket of ice water. I sober instantly.
“What?” I say, voice tight and a little horrified, looking down at our still-connected bodies, searching for any sign that this was her first time.
She chuckles again and straightens, her body sagging back against my chest. I lock my arms around her on instinct, my chin dropping into the crook of her neck.
“Relax, Dominic,” she teases. “I didn’t meanthat. I meant I’ve never had a one-night stand.”
I laugh, hugging her tighter.
“What’s so funny?” she asks heatedly, trying to turn in my arms.
“You, adorable,” I murmur, keeping her in place, kissing her neck. “You’re funny, thinking that this is a one-night stand.”
I’m taking her to the clubhouse next. Tonight. And I’m definitely seeing her again tomorrow, and every day after that.
Week Two
Adora
“I’m never alone anymore,” I murmur, my gaze dropping to Dominic’s hand, frowning at where it rests on the sheets.
Sometimes, like today, it’s hard to look at his face for too long. He’s still intubated. Still pale. Still fighting for his life. The doctors sound more hopeful now, but not enough, and their caution rubs me the wrong way. They never say the word coma out loud, but it hangs in the room every time they look at him.
“No one gives me a moment to breathe,” I continue softly. “There’s always someone with me, watching and hovering, like they’re waiting for me to do something stupid.” A quiet huff escapes me. “This is the only place I get any peace.” I pause. “Well. Here, or the bathroom. And even then, someone knocks if I’m gone more than ten minutes.”
The door opens, the sound grabbing my attention. Bones steps inside, his face tight with worry he doesn’t bother hiding.
“Hey,” he says quietly. “How’s he doing?”
