Page 51 of Worth of Waste

She liked it.

That bit of pain only added to the pleasure. And even when it seemed she couldn’t catch a proper breath, he was there in her ear, whispering and promising.

Take my cock, sweet girl, and Breathe for me, Karen.

He only let go of her throat when his name fell from her lips in a high and broken cry. As airless as the sound had been, it was still far too loud. Those fingers he had fucked her with earlier swept over her lips, pressing at the seams with an unspoken question.

She took his fingers into his mouth, sucking the digits in as he fucked her through the second orgasm.

Sweat beaded down her spine.

Her body trembled from her head to her toes.

She didn’t even realize she was biting his fingers until his thumb stroked her jaw and she released the bite.

Dino didn’t seem to mind all that much.

He didn’t say a word, not even when he pulled his cock free from her body, rolled her over to her knees, and filled her full again, fucking her until she felt like she might pass the hell out. He didn’t speak until his semen painted her back in hot, ropey streams and their shaking had calmed enough not to rattle the bed.

Karen sighed, happy but tired.

Dino’s warm breath washed over her back. “I love you.”

She laughed.

“You have a great way of showing it.”

She felt his shrug behind her. “Only way I know how.”

That was a lie, he showed it in so many other ways, but Karen didn’t correct him.

Dino

SLEEP had evaded Dino since his release from prison, or rather, it had for the most part. He’d gotten used to the noise in the cell block from the inmates barking at one another, some singing, and other’s doing things he’d rather forget. Even so, the noise had helped to keep him from falling too deep into a slumber where hell might find him. He’d had a few episodes with nightmares while in lockup, but nothing terribly bad.

The very second he had Karen in his bed and tucked into his side, sleep came easily, pulling him under in a tidal wave of exhaustion. The dreams were there, he could feel them edging around the very outside of his senses, but something held them at bay.

Whatever it was, he was grateful.

It was only a strange ringing, a sound he could barely hear in the back of his mind, that brought him awake slowly. Dino blinked, finding the ceiling staring at him as his eyes opened fully, and the unfamiliar loft of the cabin staring back at him.

Karen was still tucked into his side, and seemingly happily so. Her face was hidden against his arm, while her hand was splayed wide to his chest and the sheets had been tugged up just high enough to cover her body. The fabric still molded perfectly to her curves, making his morning erection all the more apparent and aching.

Dino ignored it … for the moment.

That ringing was still happening, after all.

Carefully, he pulled away from Karen, not wanting to wake her. It wasn’t until his feet hit the cold wood floors did he recognize the buzzing.

Fuck.

Dino headed for the downstairs as quickly, but as quietly, as he could manage, going in search of the bag he’d brought along with a few things he had picked up over the week. He found the bag with the others he’d brought that Karen needed for their stay—J’s things, the baby bag, a few non-perishable groceries.

Of course, his bag was at the bottom of the pile. They’d been far too concerned with cleaning up the dust in the place and uncovering the furniture the day before, as well as allowing Junior to explore the inside and outside as much as he wanted. They hadn’t put much away, not that they were supposed to stay beyond the weekend, so there wouldn’t be much point to unpacking just to pack it right back up.

Dino dug through his bag, and once he had the burner cell phone in his hand, the screen shut off, the call ending. He hadn’t recognized the ringing because he’d only picked the phone up shortly after getting his hands on some money from one of the accounts he still had that wasn’t frozen, and he hadn’t given the number out to too many people.

He hadn’t needed to use it, yet.