Chapter 27 #2
“I don’t hate it,” I promised him. “Just not sure I can think of you as Caylon. Do you prefer Bones to Caylon?”
He gave a shrug. “I’ve been Bones for over sixteen years. I don’t know that I’d remember to answer to ‘Caylon.’ Hell, Captain Gwyar sounds downright fucking odd to me.”
Leaning into his hand, I half-closed my eyes. “I’ll call you whatever you want,” I said. “I just… it felt weird not knowing.”
“Do you feel better now that you know?”
Lashes lifted, I met his gaze again. “I don’t know. It definitely doesn’t feel worse. Now I just have to figure out AB’s.”
His half-smile became a full one. “Would you like the intelligence, Dollface?”
I blinked again. “Doesn’t that break like some bro code or something to tell me?”
“No. It’s hardly classified. He just doesn’t like how much shit he used to get for his name. Hence Alphabet.”
Chewing on my lower lip, I turned that idea over in my head.
“If you want to know, Dollface, especially if it will help you feel better—he won’t mind.”
God, he sounded so absolutely certain. I wanted to be that certain. “I should wait for him to tell me. It seems only fair.”
“If you change your mind…” He left the offer to hang there, but the intensity in his eyes didn’t waiver. “Now, will you let me help you feel better?”
The husky offer stroked over my senses as deftly as his fingers caressed my cheek. I ran my tongue over my lower lip. “What did you have in mind?”
“You,” he answered in that same, low, heated voice. “Me.” Then he gave the room a sweep of a look before glancing back at me, The hunger suddenly blazing in his eyes sent shivers down my spine. There was nothing detached or distant about him.
“That’s—very basic.” It was actually a bit of a struggle to get those words out because the temperature in the room had gone from chilly to scorching in the space of a few seconds.
“I’m a basic kind of guy,” he said without a hint of irony. He reached for the blanket I had over my lap and peeled it away. Then he was tugging me forward by the hips—wait, no, by my pajama bottoms.
I’d put the penguin-decorated fleece pair on more for comfort than anything else. He swept his gaze over them even as he hooked his fingers into the elastic waistband.
“Penguins.” The dry intonation made me giggle.
“Not sexy,” I said, feeling some of the anxiety drain away. “I know.”
“The packaging never has to be sexy, Dollface.” Then he peeled the fleece leggings straight down along with my panties. I slid half down until I was laying more on the seat than sitting on it and he caught my ass before I fell off. “It’s what’s inside that counts.”
He took a deep breath and every muscle inside of me just clenched. All the witty comments and retorts dried up as all that ferocious power housed in his wild gaze sent liquid fire spilling through my system.
“You know…” I finally managed as he glided a hand along my leg to lift it up and over his shoulder.
The rest of the sentence escaped me as he mouthed a kiss against the inside of my thigh.
The scrape of his teeth had my pussy tightening even as the rasp of his stubble sent ripples up to turn my nipples taut.
The sweet, earthy heat of his breath teased right across my slit and I dug my fingers into the cushion. Not even the cooler air of skating over my skin could dampen the wildfire that little maneuver provoked.
“I know?” he prompted as he dragged one finger along my labia until he could circle my clit. The contact was right there, but he didn’t quite connect. I’d gone from drowning in sorry to swept away by desire.
Huffing, I forced my gaze back to him. “What?”
One corner of his mouth quirked upward. “You said, ‘you know…’”
I had?
“What do I know?”
I went utterly blank at the question. “No idea.” And no, I wasn’t going to try to fake it. “Don’t care either.”
“You sure?” Another stroke of that finger, the callused pad on his fingertip adding a hint of roughness to the soft tease. My hips bucked as I strained to follow his motion, but he pinned me in place.
“Bones…” I exhaled.
“Yes, Grace?” His voice—low, velvet-wrapped sin—brushed over my skin like a touch I craved far too much.
It wasn’t fair, the way he looked at me. Like I was already his. Like he knew I would come undone just from the way he said my name. And God help me, I was. Melting from the inside out, undone by nothing more than that voice.
“Nothing,” I murmured, throat tight. “Just... needed to say your name.”
A downright devilish twinkle lit up his usually stern eyes, like mischief had slipped past the guard. It wasn’t a wink, but it hit harder, hotter—more erotic than any deliberate flirtation.
“Feel free to say it as often as you need.” The playful offer knocked the breath from my thoughts, leaving me dazed and a little undone. Before I could really process it, his finger found my clit.
The teasing path of his strokes grew tighter and added pressure to that bundle of nerves.
It sent jolts of pleasure straight to my core.
He didn’t look away as he drove me right to the edge of orgasm.
No matter how much I squirmed, though, he didn’t let up on the storm of sensation that built within me to unbearable heights.
This time when his name fell from my lips, it was a plea. A demand.
A need.
When he pulled his hand away, I whimpered. “No… come back…”
“Shh,” he hushed me, that same dark, decisive tone curling around the order like velvet and smoke. It was a command, a caress, and a promise—seductive and soothing all at once.
I didn’t have time to process any of that because he slid both of his hands beneath my ass and lifted me up to his mouth. Then his tongue, teeth, and lips alternated between licking caresses and deep, biting sucks that detonated my orgasm until I screamed.
Not seemingly satisfied with that once, he didn’t let up.
Unwavering in his devotion, he squeezed my ass as he thrust his tongue inside then stroked it back up to my clit.
The demand in his touch was so fierce, it promised me a return to that edge and he barely let me come down from one orgasm before he smashed me headfirst into another.
The intensity wrapped around me, squeezing out every drop of pleasure only to infuse me with another layer of want and need. Then he moaned and I splintered. The sound vibrated against my core and I fisted his hair even as I ground upwards against his mouth.
I wanted everything he was offering. Wanted it. Needed it. Demanded it. Bones delivered on every single part, wrenching another flood of release from me that had my back bowing and my mind whiting out.
When I surfaced once more, it was with a sensual haze draping everything. Bones watched me, his eyes dark with desire and his cock throbbing against my thigh. He’d moved, stripped his clothes, and… he was right there. All masculine heat and contained energy, a tempest in a bottle.
“You with me again?” he murmured, his voice a low purr.
“Always.” It was a promise, and a confession. From the first moment Bones touched me, I swore he’d understood my body even better than I did. I adored everything he did to me. Even more now that he let me touch him too.
“I’m a greedy man,” he confessed, and there was an unexpected softness beneath the hunger. “Greedy for your pleasure. Your laughter. You.”
“So…” I tried to cobble together the patchwork of thoughts that kept breaking apart. Particularly because he’d gotten naked at some point. I was still in my sleep tank, but I really didn’t care about me.
Not waiting for me to sort out the syllables, he stroked a finger down my cheek to my lips then to my throat. When he wrapped his hand around my neck, I shuddered.
“Yes?” A query. A demand. An order.
“Yes,” I said, more than happy to comply. Not that it rushed him along, the man’s control was just… superhuman. He fisted himself with his free hand and began to stroke his tip along my slit. Tiny eddies of pleasure burst with each teasing touch.
He groaned, a deep, guttural sound that vibrated through his chest and into me.
“Legs around me,” he issued the order with all the confidence of a man who would be obeyed. Since I absolutely arched to hook my thighs to his hips, he wasn’t wrong. “Good girl.”
He nudged at my entrance, a single, testing nudge. I was so damn wet and ready for him. He must have agreed because he didn’t make me wait.
With a low growl, he thrust forward and impaled me in one smooth stroke. The stretch was right on the point of pain, utterly perfect as it shoved all the air out of my lungs. Another cry burst out of me as he sank balls deep.
Not waiting for me to adjust to his girth, he rocked his hips, thrusting, and his cock slid in and out of me in a rhythm that was both brutal and beautiful. His breath seemed to be coming in the same ragged explosions as mine.
Every thrust ended with him bottoming out. I locked my legs to his hips and wrapped my hands around his forearm as he tightened his grip on my throat. He wasn’t squeezing, not quite, but he kept me in place as he pounded into me with far more control than I possessed.
A genuine smile creased his face and it made my heart stop. Every push of his dick ignited sparks of pleasure in my system. The coils of pleasure and pressure, tightened to almost unbearable and, yet, he continued to drive me back onto the sofa.
I was so damn close. Too close. Bones stared down at me, his eyes almost perfectly dark as he held my gaze captive while he sheathed himself inside of me over and over. When he tightened his hand on my throat, the pressure expanded and blinded me as the pleasure exploded.
My body convulsed as my inner muscles spasmed around him. The orgasm ripped every thought from my head until I was just a creature of sensation, riding him as he slammed into me over and over again. It didn’t take him long to follow me, his cock pulsing as he came in a rush of heat.
We stayed there, locked together. Bones eased his hand from my throat, letting it rest against the sofa. Our bodies entwined, his forehead pressed firmly against mine. The rapid panting of our breathing mingled the air between us, a dance of desire.
When I surged forward, he met me with a kiss that sparked like a live wire — a sudden blaze that lit up every nerve, igniting something wild and electric inside me.
The raging fire between us had already mellowed, and the kiss deepened as he teased my tongue with his. The softness called to my own, asking, teasing, offering and shifting from erotic demand to something far more profound.
His lips, once urgent, grew gentle, tracing mine with a reverence that sent shivers cascading down my spine. The tension melted from his body, replaced by a slow-building warmth that wrapped around us like a shared breath.
The world around us fell away, fading into silence, leaving only the pulse between us — real, raw, and alive. In that moment, there was no past, no future. Just now. Just us. A sanctuary forged in the quiet press of lips and the space between us.