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I lock my legs behind his back while his mouth moves down my neck, sucking and nipping at the skin. His fingers dig into my hips and I’m sure that there are going to be bruises in the morning.
He rolls his hips, driving himself deeper into me. His cock is throbbing as he thrusts faster, slamming into me. I arch my back, changing the angle until he’s fully buried in me. His mouth moves to mine, the kiss punishing as he finishes, his cock throbbing as he fills me with his release. He keeps thrusting until I orgasm, not stopping until I lean against him, my chest heaving.
“Well, there goes not doing that ever again,” I say as I look up at him.
Salvatore laughs and shakes his head, pulling away to grab my clothing. He hands it to me before grabbing his own and pulling them on.
His gaze locks with mine, his smile still in place. “We’re not going to talk about this either. And this was the last time, it’s not happening again.”
8
SALVATORE
Yesterday, fucking on the tailgate, was, in fact, not the last time.
I yawn as I sit up in bed, leaning against the headboard and looking over at Brielle. The sheets slide down around her waist, revealing the floral tattoo that runs along her spine. Her red hair is spread out around her in a fan.
Guilt curls through me when I think about what we did last night. Going to her home was not part of the plan but it happened. We had gone swimming in her pool before stumbling our way back into her house for some late night pancakes and more sex.
If Brennan found out, he would kill me.
Sleeping with Brielle is a bad idea. She has too much baggage attached to her life — through no fault of her own.
If it were just the people after her that I had to worry about, it wouldn’t be so bad. Sleeping with her would still be a bad idea, but there would only be another threat of people who might kill me hanging over my head.
That is nothing out of the realm of ordinary.
It’s that damn camera that’s attached to her most of the day that worries me. I have no online presence for a reason. I don’t want to be in pictures that could tie me to anything my family does.
The best way to stay out of jail is to remain as anonymous as possible.
A woman who wants to be an investigative photographer is a complication for me.
She may have deleted the only picture she’s taken of me, but that doesn’t mean that she won’t take another picture of me in the future. One that she could use to fuck me over if she wanted to .
While she doesn’t seem like the type to do that, I learned a long time ago that I can’t trust anyone.
Brielle rolls over and snuggles deeper into the blankets, clutching the pillow close. She mutters something in her sleep as sunlight starts to stream through her windows.
I should leave.
Leaving would be the smart thing to do. I should sneak out of bed and head back to my own home. If I was a smarter person, I would pretend that last night hadn’t happened at all. We would continue to exist the way we had up until last night.
We would argue and begrudgingly spend time together because Brennan wanted us to, but there wouldn’t be anything more than that between us.
Getting out of bed is the smart thing to do. It’s what a better man would do. That better man would leave and let Brielle live her life without adding more threat to it.
Even though I’m worried about what her life could do to me, I know what my life could do to her. I watched Aria and Tyson go through it. And then I watched Damien and Sofia go through it. My family members put their spouses in the path of danger just by being who they are.
Brielle has enough danger in her life. She doesn’t need me to add any more danger to her life.
Though I should go, I slide back down in bed and loop my arm over her waist. Brielle sighs and nestles into my embrace, the scent of her floral shampoo wafting up to me.
Just for today, I’m going to allow myself to enjoy this moment with her.
I’ll deal with the rest of it later.
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