With an angry growl, he drove into her hard and fast, desperate.She pushed back with equal ferocity.It was animalistic, like they were at war and only the one who fucked the hardest could get out alive.
“Come now,” he snarled.
“I’ll come when I’m damn good and ready!”
He shifted his hands to her ass and yanked her tighter against him, slamming into her so hard he was surprised the door was holding up under that kind of punishment.Maybe the construction here wasn’t as bad as he’d thought.
She wasn’t taking it easy on him, either.She was slamming her hips against his with all her strength, and he was going to look like he’d done battle with a bobcat when she was done shredding his back with her fingernails.
“I can’t lose you,” he hissed.
“I’m not going anywhere,” she hissed right back.
“I.”Hard thrust.“Can’t.”Hard thrust.“Lose.”Hard thrust.“You.”
Her head dropped to his shoulder as she came, screaming his name, her body tightening and pulsing around him.
That’s when he finally let go and roared his own release, buried as deep inside her as he could get, still somehow not close enough.
He wasn’t sure how long they stayed that way, clinging to each other, sweat cooling on their skin.All he knew was that he’d lost this battle.He couldn’t talk her—or fuck her—into leaving for her own safety, and he couldn’t force her to leave.
He was doomed.
“I’m sorry,” she eventually whispered.“I didn’t mean to pick a fight.I know you’re just worried about me.But as much as you want me to leave, I want to stay.”
He let out an exhausted sigh.“I know.”
“So, is it settled?Are we good?”
She squealed when he tossed her back onto the bed, crawled up her body, and knelt between her legs, then moaned long and loud when he caught her clit between his teeth and gave it a sharp nip.“Not just yet.”
Chapter35
Knox was wearing a black T-shirt, dark-wash jeans, and black work boots.On anyone else, it would be considered a simple outfit.Not something that would make waves or stand out too much.But on Knox?
Entrapment.It looked like entrapment and Hadley still felt a little bad about it.“You’re sure there’s no other way to get the virus on this guy’s phone?”
There were four of them in Ren’s surveillance van parked across the street from Verge, the city’s premier, upscale gay bar.Tenley was in the driver’s seat, Ren rode shotgun with a laptop open across his tree-trunk-sized thighs, and Cole sat next to her in the back.
Well, technically, she supposed there were five of them.Because Ren’s ginormous Cane Corso, Damnit George, was currently sitting next to her, leaning his considerable weight against her side.
“Don’t worry.He can handle it,” Tenley said as she watched her husband walk into the bar.“He’s wearing the earpiece so I can tell him what to say if he needs help, and Ren just hacked the bar’s security cameras, so we’ll be able to see everything.”
Hadley sighed.“I’m not worried that Knox can’t handle it.I feel bad for Reuben, OK?He’s going to go home thinking this gorgeous guy is interested in him, when really, it’s all a big scam and he’ll never hear from him again.It’s like the worst dating cliché ever.”
Cole grabbed her hand and brushed a kiss across her knuckles.“You really are a soft touch.”
She bit her lip.“Does that bother you?”
“I fucking love it,” he growled, capturing her mouth in a quick, hard kiss that made her forget they had an audience.Until Ren said…
“Don’t do that shit in front of my dog.He’s young and impressionable.”
Hadley glanced over at Damnit George just in time for him to swipe his giant tongue across the length of her face, chin to forehead, then give her a big, drooly, doggy smile and breathe his hot breath in her face.She didn’t know how Damnit George felt about it, but toher, it was true love.“Thanks, buddy,” she said, giving the dog’s huge jowls a good squish.
When all this was over, she wasdefinitelygetting a dog.
“If it makes you feel better, Reuben’s great at his job, but outside of work, he’s a real asshole,” Cole said.
