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She made the most adorable little pleasure-filled sounds as I leisurely ran my finger across her slit, front to back to front again. Her hips followed the motion by instinct. My cock pressed between her legs, growing harder and so close to where it had wanted to be all night long. Her breath hitched, and she moved her hips faster. She moaned, and cooed with bliss as her arousal pushed her toward orgasm. I held myself as still as humanly possible. Only minutes before, I’d wanted to give her peace, now all I desired was her release. I wanted to watch her pleasure without my own desperate need to explode inside her interfering. She moved faster. I slid a second finger through her folds and pushed them both inside her, cupping her beautiful pussy. Her hips pumped faster and faster against my hand. I positioned my thumb so that it rubbed her clit as she moved against me. The friction on my cock stirred me more and more, but I wouldn’t push inside her until she came. She needed this. I needed this, and in my mind, it was the goddamn pinnacle of all my experiences in fucking. Never before had I enjoyed watching pleasure rip through a woman’s body. Never before had I needed to give so much before I’d take. The sounds Bou made were music to my ears.
Her body twitched. She continued to coo and sigh as her muscles tightened around my fingers. I positioned the head of my weeping cock at her entrance. With my fingers still buried, I thrust my cock inside too, driving her cries louder and louder, greedily taking in the waves of pleasure rippling through her pussy around my dick and my fingers. I stayed like that, holding myself in suspension so tightly it fucking hurt not to move. I wanted every contraction. Selfish monster that I was, I wanted to savor every cry of pleasure from her lips before I drove us both toward another fucking nuclear detonation.
When her muscles relaxed, she lifted a shoulder and looked over it with hooded eyes. “Hi,” was all she said.
That one word was all I needed. I couldn’t handle it. I removed my fingers from her pussy, grabbed onto her hip, and started to move. It was quick . . . a dozen thrusts into that nirvana, and we both locked up. I bellowed and spilled my fucking soul into her as she rode out her second orgasm. It was beautiful. No, that wasn’t the right word. Something about it was... safe. My chest tightened as we stayed like that for several long minutes. I kissed her naked shoulder, wishing we weren’t in this tiny cabin but back at her place where we could remain in bed for the rest of the day, and we could be safe together.
After we both floated down from the high, we dressed, quietly snatching glances and small smiles at one another.
I was still working my jeans over that brick on my leg when she said, “I gotta, er . . .” She pressed one knee forward, twisting, and hooked a thumb over a shoulder. “Uh, I’ll meet you at Betty.”
I chuckled, loving that she so readily called her by name. I finished dressing by lacing my lonely boot, hobbled out to the trees behind the cabin, and took care of my own morning necessities.
I was rounding the cabin toward my bike when, out of fucking nowhere, Celt appeared. His black and white that hadn’t been there before was parked in front of the cabin. His face matched the bright red of his hair as he marched over to me. His open cop shirt flapped with every step. In his fist he held a piece of paper.
When he reached me, he slammed the paper onto my chest with so much force I stumbled. “What gives, fucker?” he demanded.
I unwadded the paper. The sketch of my old man on the wanted poster glared up at me. “Fuck,” I said, rubbing the back of my neck.
Celt reached for my shoulder with one hand and his cuffs with the other.
I twisted away before he could latch onto me.
He growled, “It’s my job, motherfucker. I have to take you in.”
I waved the poster at him, sidestepping his attempt to slap me in cuffs. “Where the fuck did you get this?” But I already knew the answer: that cunt from last night. I dropped my head, pinched the bridge of my nose, and held out a hand to stall his forward movement. “Just fucking... wait.”
Celt stopped, stood rigid. Something didn’t add up. Celt had helped me cover up murder just over a week ago, and now he wanted to bring me in over this?
It didn’t make sense that he’d suddenly decided to actually do his job instead of picking and choosing which parts suited him. Maybe his superiors had started looking into me or maybe he just realized that I had something over him and could blackmail him. Maybe he was just pissed that I was fucking his sister. Who the fuck knew? One thing I did know—I sure as shit wasn’t going to let him cuff me. As we stood there, facing off, Bou emerged and immediately, determinedly, marched toward us.
I began, “Listen, just—”
“What the fuck now, Celt?” Bou snapped.
Celt narrowed his eyes and nodded toward me. “You know, I knew there was some shady shit about you, but I’m not sure you’ve ever given us the full story about why you are here. Wanna tell us exactly what brought you to the Ridge?”
“You already know about the AX3. What more do you imagine there is to the story? Fuck, isn’t that bad enough?”
“It was, but now I see that the LAPD is out for you too. You were in a pile of shit and you decided to fall off your bike, coincidentally right where a woman lived on her own by a bike shop. That’s pretty curious, No?”
“Celt.” Bou stepped in front of me, toe to toe with her brother. “You’re being an asshole. Are you suggesting that Wilde fell off his bike on purpose? Did he purposely get a fucking bullet hole in his shoulder too?”
I gripped Bou’s hand. I didn’t need her defending me to her brother, but it was a real fucking thrill hearing it. “It’s fine. I’ll tell you whatever it is you think you need to know about me. Don’t get too thrilled at the prospect. You already know pretty much everything there is to know. I’m not doing it here. Let’s be civilized about this and discuss it over breakfast. I’m fucking famished.” Fucking Bou half the night had given me an appetite that wasn’t going to wait for Celt to do whatever it was he’d gotten into his head to do with me.
Celt’s brows furrowed, clearly torn between doing his job and hearing me out on my terms. After he searched Bou’s face and our coupled posture, he apparently decided to do it my way.
“Breakfast, but then you’d better fucking tell me the whole fucking deal.”
“Good,” I said. “And call Doc. This cast is coming off today. One way or a-goddamned-nother.”
29
Bou
That we’d been the last ones to leave the camp had been no surprise. I still hadn’t checked the time. Maybe we’d slept in longer than I imagined, but damn had it been worth it. Our connection and my orgasms from the night before and this morning still had my body languid, and if I thought about it, I could still feel Wilde filling me so deliciously.
