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“Talk to me, mama,” Pike said softly, his fingers moving inside her. “Tell me what I do to you.”
She eased one of her hands off the wall and reached for Pike, letting her hand slide into his hair. “He’s got two fingers inside me, rubbing just like I like it—kind of rough but never too much. He knows exactly how to keep me riding the edge, how to torture me with the wait. And the way he looks at me … like he’s going to do everything in his power to fuck me senseless, like he owns every piece of me. I could get off just from that.”
Darren groaned in her ear. But she barely heard him now. Pike’s hazel eyes had gone dark and held her in his spell as his fingers and mouth worked her over. Her thigh muscles started to quiver from the sensation of it all. She gripped Pike’s hair tight and kept her other hand braced on the wall, afraid she would collapse any minute.
“Tell me how bad you need his cock,” Darren said, panting.
The request jolted her for a second, but she was too far-gone at this point. All of her filters had broken down the minute Pike had gone down on her. So words rolled freely out of her mouth. “I need it so bad. He’s long and thick and when he’s inside me, I can barely breathe because it feels so good.”
Pike was the one to groan this time. And the sound vibrated against her flesh, nearly sending her over. Pike reached down and undid his pants. She couldn’t see what he was doing, but she heard the belt and zipper, and could imagine him taking his erection out, stroking a hand over it—which only made her body throb more, her own need coiling to the breaking point.
“Come for me, mama,” Pike said, keeping his voice low and intimate as he dipped his fingers deep inside her, mimicking the slow, tortuous pace he’d fucked her with once before. “Let’s give him the real thing.”
Pike’s mouth returned to his sensual assault, an
d his fingers curled inside her, stroking, stroking, stroking. Sweat beaded on her neck, and her hand became a fist against the wall. Her hips rocked now, riding Pike’s tongue and fingers—wanton and shameless—but she couldn’t have stopped the movement if she tried. Sharp breaths caught in her throat.
“Goddamn,” Darren said. “You’re fucking his face, aren’t you? I can hear it all. Shit, I’m gonna—”
Somewhere in the distance, Oakley heard Darren gasping through his orgasm. But she couldn’t respond or focus on anything but the man here with her and the sensations rocketing through her. She made some desperate, choked sound, sure she was going to collapse to the floor with the impact of what she could feel spinning inside her. But Pike clamped a hand on her hip, steadying her, and everything exploded at once. She came with a shout, her body rocking and jerking against Pike’s mouth.
A deep sound of satisfaction rumbled through Pike, and the vibration of it traveled up Oakley’s belly. Her hand went to his shoulders to keep from falling as she called his name and rode the waves of pleasure.
Pike didn’t back off until she was gulping breaths and wobbling on her feet. Arms wound around her and she sagged to her knees in front of him. He brushed his hands over her hair, murmuring soothing things and curled her into his hold.
“Jesus Christ that was hot.”
The voice on the phone startled her in her buzzed state and she could only respond with “Mmm.”
Pike took the headset from her and put it on his own head. She tried to protest but wasn’t in the state to put up much of a fight.
“Sasha’s off for the night now,” Pike informed Darren.
Oakley couldn’t hear Darren’s response, but whatever he’d said made Pike smile down at her.
Pike pushed her hair away from her face. “She’s sexier and more beautiful than I could ever describe on the phone. Words aren’t enough. She’s the kind of girl that makes you want to write music.”
Oakley closed her eyes, letting Pike’s words fall over her. For the first time in a week, she wasn’t worrying about anything at all. The shifting soil beneath her feet had stilled … at least for a moment.
If only she could hold on to this feeling forever.
She knew that wasn’t possible.
But a few hours of escape couldn’t hurt. She leaned over to the mouthpiece. “Good night, Darren.”
Then she clicked the Hang-up button and tossed the headset to the side. She wrapped her arms around Pike’s neck. “I’m all yours now.”
Pike’s ravenous look stole her breath. He wasn’t looking at her like she could be pregnant. Or like she was his lay for the night. He was looking at her like he wanted to own her. “On the bed, Oakley. On your belly.”
Oakley’s muscles were lethargic, responding slower than she wanted them to. But with Pike’s help, she managed to get to her feet and walk over to the bed.
“Where’s the box I sent you?”
She turned her head. “Back corner of the closet on the right.”
She closed her eyes, listening to the rummaging, and not letting her mind drift to anywhere but here. She could worry about how this was a bad idea tomorrow.
The bed dipped as Pike crawled next to her. He told her to kneel up and he tugged off her shirt then he captured one of her arms. “Hands above your head.”
