Page 80 of Blood We Steal

I could have come then, Simone’s hot, wet heat intoxicating. The air sucked out of my lungs when she stilled and lowered down slowly, swallowing my cock inch by inch.

I gripped her wide hips, squeezing the ample flesh, anxious for something to hold on to.

Simone rocked, unsteady at first, but by the third rotation of her hips she’d found her rhythm. I stared up at her and let her ride me, content to let her use me to take her pleasure, prideful that it was me and my cock that had her on the edge of her own control.

She rose up, then sank back down, up again and then down, grinding her clit against the base of my cock. Her breath caught every time she did that, the little tremor of her body making those gorgeous tits jiggle.

I leaned forward and captured her nipple in my mouth and sucked hard. Her pussy clamped down so hard, I could barely hold back. Seeing her above me, the wild tremor of her body and her desperate pants as she chased her climax made me that much more determined to drive her there.

Still clamped on her nipple, I fucked into her, rocking my hips in short, rough jolts until she flew apart. She didn’t say my name as she rode the wave of her climax, but she held my shoulders tight like she had on the catwalk.

She came down shaking, and on what seemed to be instinct, leaned in.

The thought of doing anything but stay buried in her tight grasping walls, spilling my seed in the place that was mine, and mine alone, threatened to break something inside me.

My cock jerked at the image of her pretty little pussy so filled with my cum that it spilled out, knowing that giving in would bind me to her in ways I could not—would not—allow. Not again.

I lifted her off and fisted my cock, the crown flushed dark and still slick with her, the steady flow of precum leaking out to coat my hand. Three short, brutal thrusts, and I spilled on her stomach.

The climax rocked me, my body spasming with the intensity of it, but I refused to make a sound. Simone watched me through it all, said nothing when I left her there.

She took her turn in the warden’s bathroom, then settled on the couch.

Through it all, my mind found another question that demanded an answer.

How had I not seen her?

I lost sleep looking for an answer.

It never came.

THIRTY-NINE

Rubin

How did you end up with him?

Veronica Shaw’s question had been ping-ponging around my head all night.

Pathetic because I shouldn’t have been eavesdropping, and on two women no less.

I hadn’t been able to stop myself though. Because I knew the particulars, of course, but only from my perspective. My previous accountant had fallen on a knife and I’d been in need of help.

Simone had stepped in. The how and why were straightforward for me.

But I’d never considered it from her perspective or even thought to ask why she’d come to work for me. Even though there were literally a million other things I could have been preoccupying myself with, my mind wouldn’t let the question go.

As I approached the rec room, I heard Veronica’s soft laugh. Something that was exclusive to Simone, it seemed. Over the last days, she had been basically the same—her expression stern, ready to pounce, looking like she wanted to murder Arben unless she was with Simone and they chatted like old friends.

“I told you I was terrible at cards, Simone,” Veronica said. “All I’m good for at a card party is getting drinks.”

Simone smiled. “We all start somewhere. Now deal.”

Veronica didn’t say anything else, and after a moment I rounded the corner. The two women were sitting at one of the metal tables, and there were two unopened honey buns between them. Simone was wearing the bulletproof vest, and I tried not to be happy about it.

Veronica slanted her eyes at me and put down her cards. “That’s my cue.”

I took the seat Veronica had vacated and peeled open one of the honey buns. The cellophane crinkled and then the air was filled with the sticky-sweet smell of old icing.