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Scooping her up, I cradle her to me, and when I carry her to sit on the couch I don’t lean her over it. I don’t spank her pretty little ass. I don’t tease her until she comes on my hand or my tongue. I still just need inside her.
I settle her in front of me but I also sit down and take her with me. She’s straddling me in a heartbeat and somehow my pants are down, my thick erection between us and I’m anchoring her, holding her as she slides down my cock.
Slowly, she slides down my shaft and inch by hard inch, takes all of me. And when we’re there, joined and intimate, our eyes meet, I feel the punch of emotions no one else creates in me. At that moment, every wrong move I’ve made in my life, every moment I lost with Candace, comes at me like a blade cutting my heart, but it doesn’t kill me. It tortures me. The only way out of this headspace is Candace.
I settle my hand under her hair, on her neck and drag her mouth to mine. “If I died tonight, I’d die a happy man.”
“Don’t say that,” she orders.
“Just speaking the truth, baby,” I say, squeezing her backside and arching her forward, the feel of her wet tight heat around my cock so damn good.
She pants a little and murmurs, “Rick.” Her breath is warm against my lips, and it’s her that leans in to claim my mouth this time. That press of mouth to mouth charges the air. We lick at each other, sway together, and suddenly we snap. Wild hunger dominates. I want to be deeper. I want her to ride me harder. I want her mouth on my mouth, over and over again, and her to meet my every move, every thrust. Every pump. We don’t last long, though. We’re too urgent, too needy. She digs her nails into my arms, stiffens and buries her face in my neck. Her sex clenches around me and instantly I’m shuddering, quaking with the intensity of what her body demands so damn well of my body. She relaxes into me and me into her, holding her, even as her damn phone rings again.
I curse and roll her to her back, grabbing tissue I offer her before I pull out. Irritated to be interrupted, I grab her phone that is now on the floor again, eyeing caller ID. “Three calls and four text messages. He’s a regular stalker.” I hand her the phone and sit up.
She takes it and holds it to her chest. “How bad did I screw up with the pregnancy test?”
I lean over her, my arm resting on the back of the couch. “You didn’t screw up. You did what you had to do. If fate is in our favor, the prospect that you’re pregnant makes Gabriel and Pocher want the press that gets them. If fate is not in our corner, they know you’re trouble, and you become a target now, not later.”
“What do you want to do?”
“Right now?” I kiss her nipple. “Get that call back over and then fuck some more. Then I’m going to make a few calls before we fuck yet again. Then we’ll eat ice cream and watch Sonic.”
“That’s it?”
“You did what you had to do,” I repeat. “Now, I’ll do what I have to do.”
I draw in a breath and exhale. “You’re going to kill Gabriel.”
“That might be too kind of an ending. A guy like Honest Gabe needs to suffer. And I’m just the guy for the job.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Candace
Rick stands up, adjusts his pants we never got off of him and walks around the couch. He then leans over it and pulls his shirt over my head. I slink into it and glance over my shoulder at him. “You look better in it than me, and I don’t want you naked when you call him back.”
“You’re wrong. I don’t look better in it than you.” My cellphone rings in my hand.
Rick’s expression pinches. “I’ll go get the ice cream. You know I like it all melty.” He winks. “The way I like you, too.”
The words are so very Rick Savage, but his energy is all jagged-edged and cutting. He pushes off the couch and walks away. My phone stops ringing and starts again. Anger jabs at me and I answer the call. “I was asleep, Gabriel. Do you want me to be well for the party or not?”
“You don’t sound asleep.” His tone drips accusation.
“Because you called me back-to-back.”
“You were supposed to call me when the stylists and doctor visited.”
I bristle. “I chose a nap over the call. I felt like me getting well was more important than the call.”
“What did the doctor say?”
“That I’m on the backend of this sickness and to rest.” It’s sort of accurate. “And to take vitamins.”
