“Missed this,” she gasped between kisses.“Missedyou.”
Vic growled low in his throat, shoving her harder against the wall.“Then stop fucking running.”
He didn’t give her time to respond.He spun her around, pressing her front to the cool concrete, mouth on her neck as he yanked her jeans down just enough.Bonnie pushed back against him, urgent and demanding, her breath coming in sharp, needy pants.
“Need you,” she whispered.
“I got you, bunny.I got you.”
The sex was raw, fast, and filthy.
Vic took her right there in the dim hallway, deep and relentless, one hand braced beside her head, the other gripping her hip.Bonnie met every thrust with equal fire, whispering filthy encouragement between broken moans.It was urgent.Almost angry.Like they were both trying to punish the other for the time apart while devouring each other at the same time.
“Fuck, Vic—” she choked out as she came hard, body shaking against him.
He followed right behind her, burying his face in her neck, groaning her name like a prayer.
They stayed locked together for a long moment, breathing ragged, hearts pounding in sync.
Then footsteps.
Vic reacted instantly.He pulled out, tucked himself in while he quickly fixed her jeans, and stepped back just as Mitty rounded the corner.
Mitty froze, eyes wide, taking in Vic’s disheveled state and the woman half-hidden behind him.
“Uh...everything okay back here?”he asked, clearly trying not to grin.
Vic wiped sweat from his brow and stepped forward, deliberately blocking Bonnie from view.“Yeah, man.Just needed some air after that set.I’ll be out in a minute to help load.”
Mitty’s gaze flicked past him for half a second, but he played along.“Gotcha.I’ll tell the others you’re...cooling down.”
As soon as Mitty disappeared, Bonnie let out a shaky laugh against Vic’s shoulder.
“You just protected my identity like I’m some kind of secret,” she murmured, voice still husky.
Vic turned, cupping her face with both hands.His eyes were intense, full of everything he’d been holding back.
“Because you are,” he said quietly.“You’remysecret.Until you decide you don’t want to be anymore.”
Bonnie’s expression flickered—desire, fear, and something softer all warring across her face.She kissed him again, slower this time, but still laced with that unresolved ache.
Neither of them said what needed to be said.
But in the back hallway of Marie’s with the distant roar of the crowd still echoing, it was enough.
***
Bonnie
Bonnie was halfway through her second cup of coffee the next morning when her phone rang.Unknown number.She almost let it go to voicemail, but something made her answer.
“Bonnie Dupont.”
“Bonnie, it’s Mason.”The RWMC national president’s voice was calm and low, the same tone he used when he was about to hand someone a lifeline.“Got a minute?”
She straightened.“Yeah.Of course.”
“I heard you killed the tryout the other day.Proud of you, kid.Slate said you and Benny sounded like you’d been playing together your whole lives.”
