Page 22 of Bad Blood


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Sliding back into my SUV, I hesitate. Usually, I would go back to Oracle, but I can’t be arsed to do that. Something is tugging at my brain, so I turn for Back Bay.

The shower is running when I let myself into the apartment. The place is spotless. The lass has even polished my door handles, and a basket of folded laundry is on the coffee table. I could get used to having her live here if this is what I get to come home to. The only thing missing is a mouthwatering meal sitting on the breakfast bar.

There is no mouthwatering, home-cooked meal, just the Plan B packet I had Liam deliver with the groceries. Crossing to it, I pick up the box and frown when I see it’s unopened. Turning it over, I start to read the instructions. We fucked this morning. Surely she has to have taken some by now for it to take effect?

The bedroom door opens, and I look up to see Lauren standing there in cotton shorts and a T-shirt. She is staring at me where I’m standing in the kitchen, frowning and holding the box.

“You’ve not taken any.” I jerk my head toward the box, holding it up for her to see. She nods, chewing her lower lip.

“Like I reassured Liam, I have an IUD. I think he may have almost fainted with relief.” She smirks at me, crossing to the laundry basket, pulling out some sheets, and moving to make up the sofa.

My brain is racing to catch up. Thank fuck she has an IUD. Why the fuck would Liam have fainted? What the fuck is she doing with my sofa?

“What are you doing?” I ask her, dropping the packet back onto the breakfast bar.

“Making up the sofa to go to sleep,” she replies, not bothering to look up from her task. Fuck that. I haven’t let her spend the night on the sofa since she arrived. Why the fuck would she think I’m going to start now?

“What’s wrong with the bed?”

I stalk over to her, sliding my fingers into her hair and tugging her head up to look into her eyes. Still just as fucking mesmerizing. I cup her jaw with my other hand, sliding my thumb over her lower lip.

“N-nothing,” she stammers, her eyes widening. “I don’t want to impose.”

My eyebrows shoot up, and I step closer, pressing my hard dick against her stomach.

“Do I seem put out to ye?” I murmur huskily, and her breath catches as her pupils dilate.

“Not particularly, no,” she whispers, her breath brushing over my thumb. Jesus fuck, I need her.

My eyes dip to her mouth, and my nostrils flare, but I don’t kiss. Ever. The other day was a one-time thing. Now I know that cuddling works just as well in calming her the fuck down, it will only ever be a one-time thing.

Instead, I hold my thumb against the seam of her lips, and when she parts them, I press it inside. My breathing catches as she sucks on the tip of the digit, her eyes locked on mine. I groan. This woman will be my fucking undoing.

“Feck, lass. I need to be inside ye,” I growl.

She nods, still sucking on the tip of my thumb. Fuck, I need to be buried balls deep in her. Keeping my thumb in her mouth, I spin her around, pressing her ass against my dick, sliding my lips along the nape of her neck, smirking as she shivers.

I walk her into the bedroom, bending her over the wooden bureau.

“Keep sucking, lass,” I growl, feeling the pull on the tip of my thumb as she obeys.

Pressing my chest against her back, I use my other hand to reach around, sliding my hand into her shorts and panties, parting her folds, and pinching her clit.

Lauren moans around my thumb, sucking harder as I grind my dick against her ass, flicking her clit with my fingers.

“Are ye nice and wet for me, lass?” I breathe against her ear. She mewls her agreement, nodding silently. My fingers leave her clit, sliding down and one spears into her. Fuck, she’ssowet for me.

“Hands on the top of the bureau,” I order. Without hesitating, she immediately obeys, which is fucking sexy.

I remove my finger, and she whimpers.

“Suck,” I remind her, and she does. Shoving down her shorts and panties, I leave them around her knees, unbuttoning my jeans.

I use my hand at her mouth to twist her head to the side. Leaning forward, I pin her against the bureau with my weight, feeling the heat of her body against my chest.

I suck her earlobe into my mouth at the same time I slam into her, causing her hips to slap against the bureau drawers.

As she gasps, my thumb slips from her mouth. Probably a good thing. If she sucked on the tip of my thumb while I was balls deep in her, I would probably be finishing embarrassingly quickly.

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