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His fingers weren’t gentle then.
They matched my own desperation.
Squeezing, pinching.
Hard.
Creating a pleasure/pain sensation that had me riding him faster, had my head falling back, and my moans escaping me unbidden.
“Fuck,” Detroit groaned as his hand slipped down, slid between my thighs, and started to work my clit, getting me closer faster.
The orgasm caught me by surprise, shooting through my system like lightning, turning my bones to dust.
I fell forward into him, crying out into his chest.
His arm went around my hips, holding me as he started to thrust up into me, dragging out the pleasure until it was almost painful.
Then coming with me, choking out my name as his body convulsed with the pleasure.
I couldn’t tell you how long afterward I stayed exactly there, dead weight on his body, breathing fast and shallow, Detroit’s arm heavily draped across my hips.
I could tell you that it was Detroit who recovered first, rolling us onto our sides, and I felt this irrational disappointment as he slid out of me in the process.
But then his lips were on mine.
Soft and sweet.
Undemanding.
Because we were both spent.
So it wasn’t desire that bloomed.
It was something else.
Something far more lethal.
Something that started in my chest and spread outward until it overtook me completely.
I knew then that it wasn’t something new. It was something that had been building. While I’d been in the clubhouse, sure. And especially in his bed. But it had been longer even than that.
In those conversations in the gym, as brief as they might be sometimes. In the soft smiles he sent me. And the way his voice kind of always gave me little shivers. Especially when he was talking softly, just for my ears.
I was falling for him.
Had been for longer than I could have ever realized.
“I’ll be right back,” Detroit murmured against my lips.
I think I nodded.
But the second he slid away from me and out of the bed, I felt that sort of crushing heavy-heartedness at his absence.
“Oh, boy,” I murmured to myself when I was alone, rolling onto my back to look up at the ceiling.
I knew this was possible.
Even inevitable.
