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God, I wanted to fuck her. It was more than a want; I had to fuck her. I stalked back over to the bed and settled my body between her legs.
“Smoke, we can’t—”
I might pay for this later, but it would be worth it. I was inside her with a single, hard thrust. “Put your legs around me.”
“You’re crazy,” she moaned, but she did it. I was deeper this way. I could pleasure us both with less movement. I braced my body on my arms and rotated my hips.
I stilled when the realization hit me that I wasn’t wearing a condom. I looked into Siren’s eyes. “Birth control?”
“I’m on the pill,” she said, grinding against me and then thrusting her hips, increasing the tempo until I rammed against her. I
squeezed out every ounce of our pleasure before separating my body from hers. Siren rolled out from under me, and I lowered myself, face first, to the mattress. I felt a dip and then her body next to mine. Her leg was across my thighs, and I could feel her wet pussy against my hip. I didn’t care what kind of pain I might be in when my brain finally registered it. Being inside Siren’s steamy, hot body was worth it, especially when I felt her tongue trailing down my arm.
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Siren
Smoke’s cheek rested against the pillow, and I let my gaze linger on his face while he slept. Leave it to him to insist we have sex the day after burning rafters fell on him, singeing his flesh. He had to be in pain, yet he was able to sleep through it.
I heard noises from downstairs and wondered if Decker had arrived. I knew I should get up, put my clothes back on, and go check, but I didn’t want to leave Smoke’s side. I bent my neck and ran the tip of my tongue over the outline of the tattoo on his shoulder. It was of a bird in flight. A small bird. I wondered what its significance was as I studied the other ink that adorned his skin.
There were so many things I didn’t know about Smoke. I wondered if there was anyone he revealed himself to more than superficially.
I remembered Ms. Wynona saying there was always a war waging inside of him. Why was that? What demons had started that war? Would I ever know? Would he soon leave to return to America while I stayed here in Ireland?
When melancholia overcame me, I eased my body from the bed, put on my clothes, and crept out of the room. As I came down the stairs, three sets of eyes turned and looked up at me.
“Decker,” I said, meeting his gaze first.
“How are you, Siren?”
“I’ve been better, but I’ve also been worse.”
“How’s Smoke?”
“Resting now.” I walked over to where he, Casper, and Hughes were seated at my dining table. I pulled out the fourth chair and sat. “What’s your plan?”
“What do you mean?”
“The reason you’re all here.”
“Siren, we—”
“I asked Decker.” I didn’t bother looking at Casper when she spoke. While I’d never had anything against her before, I didn’t like that she came to my house uninvited.
“Will you excuse us?” he said to Hughes.
My boss pushed back and stood, but I knew he didn’t like being asked to leave.
“You, too, Casper,” Deck added.
The two of them went out the front door.
“What’s your take on Hughes?” he asked once the door closed behind them.
“Meaning?”
“Do you trust him?”
