Page 103 of Steel

“Because I’ll take it, but the way I want.”

Every time she laughed, she spurred me on. Right now, I could fuck her until she couldn’t stand up straight. Maybe I’d do that just for the hell out of it. With her, anything was possible, including losing all sense of control.

I gripped her hip with one hand, squeezing her skin while fucking her. There was something freeing about coming close to losing control with her. My dick was already aching, but the pleasure was more than I’d had in a long time, if ever.

She moved with me, enjoying the moment as I stretched her muscles. Damn if she wasn’t scalding my skin.

I fucked her long and hard, barely able to control myself.

There was no holding back, all sense of control lost and that was just fine by me. With a wild sense of losing myself, I released, erupting inside. My dick throbbed, pumping while I collapsed over her.

With our fingers intertwined, we both continued trying to breathe normally while my cock was drained.

Feeling her cuddled next to me caused the exact same response physically as I’d had the night before. I could do this more often.

It was interesting that when the moment settled, the fog fading from the mirror that I could easily see that something had changed. Maybe it was slight embarrassment. Maybe a hint ofregret. Or maybe she was no longer feeling as if what we’d shared was anything she wanted.

I gripped a handful of hair, pulling back her head and kissing her forehead. Wishing I knew what either one of us needed. “I’ll leave you to get dressed. Shower if you want. I’ll even make some coffee.”

“You’re going to make me coffee?”

Being with her, laughing easily and enjoying a usually boring morning routine was something I could get used to. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

“That’s my line since you’re the hot internet man.”

“Don’t remind me. That’s still…” I rubbed both hands through my hair. “I’m no model.”

The way she cocked her pretty little head told me in no uncertain terms she was up to something. “I beg to differ, but just so we’re clear, you weren’t lying to me. Were you? You’ve agreed to pose for this delicious, juicy, yet oh-so wholesome calendar. Right?” She dared brush the tips of her fingers down my chest.

I snapped my hand around hers, pulling her knuckles to my lips. “What’s my reward?”

Her other hand was free and she knew how I’d react when she ran her nail down the length of my shaft. Damn, were all women experts at getting what they wanted? “I guess you’ll need to pose for me to find out.”

There was no effort to answer. No blinking. Barely any breathing.

“Pretty please?”

Now she was batting her eyelashes. The woman could drive me crazy and she was fully aware she was pushing all the right buttons. “Alright, fine. But nothing lewd.” I’d never hear the end of it.

“Absolutely not. Girl Scout’s honor.”

“You are a true brat.”

When I pulled away, she kept her gaze on the mirror, barely shifting her eyes to watch me walk to the door. But when she did, I almost insisted on another round with the way my body reacted. I stopped before opening it, trying to think of the right thing to say.

Nothing came to mind.

Was that telling in one way or another? Time would tell. There was an uglier reality to her remaining in Missoula even to do her job. Maybe I was blowing things out of proportion, but I wasn’t thrilled about learning just how much power Kenneth Coleman wielded.

I continued to hesitate because of what I’d seen the night before. “Violet. When I get off work, I’m going to fix a few things at the rental house.”

“What things?”

“The lock was loose on the back door for one thing. I also heard some strange noises coming from the pipes. Trust me that Jasper isn’t going to come to your rescue.” Lying was exactly what I’d confronted her about only hours before and here I was doing it to her.

But given I wasn’t one hundred percent certain someone had been inside her house, terrifying her wasn’t going to help the situation.

“What’s really going on, Steel?”