Chapter Twenty-Three
June
Bits of the night before stick to my memory, mostly playing Battleship with Luna, but I don’t remember much after Theo got home. I think I was already nearly naked at that point, which means James probably saw me, too. I definitely don’t remember coming to Theo’s bed. Or what we did.
I sit up as Theo walks into his bedroom holding two mugs of steaming coffee.
He kicks the door shut behind him and smiles when he sees me.
He’s wearing sweatpants and no shirt, so I get a good look at those lean muscles and colorful tattoos.
There’s a vibrant red and blue devil woman on his side that’s cracked in half with a skeleton crawling out of the hole.
On his forearm is a large scorpion curled around a bleeding moon.
Over his heart is a bird soaring above a willow tree in a scene that seems to radiate an odd mix of tranquility and sadness.
He sets a mug down on the bedside table next to me. “How’re you feeling?”
The pounding in my head is less intense than I expected.
Still, I swallow the pills he left with half the water.
“What… Did we?” I look down at my still bare chest. Part of me hopes Theo says yes, we did fuck .
But I don’t know if I want him to say that because I want a justifiable reason to hate him, or because I genuinely like the idea of him using me while I’m unconscious.
As though he can read my mind, Theo smirks. “No, we didn’t. Next time I come home to find you naked and drunk, though, don’t expect me to be such a gentleman.”
The idea has heat filling my core.
At the sight of me squirming, his smirk grows, and he cups my chin with a hand, running his thumb over my lips, and says, “You gave Luna some ideas last night.”
I swallow. “What ideas?”
“In your time stalking me, do you remember seeing the kinds of guests I’d have?”
“Lots of women.” Even when he was still dating Amber, he’d have other girls over. Once or twice, Luna would follow.
Theo sets his coffee next to mine and sinks his hand into my hair. “Luna’s guests are similar. Now that she’s gotten a look at all you have to offer…” His eyes fall to my tits and my nipples harden at his intense gaze. “She wants a taste.”
“Would you cut her tongue out along with her eyes?”
“Do you want me to?”
“Of course not.”
He strengthens his grip on my hair, and I hiss. “Really?” He leans closer, and I wonder if he can hear how loudly my traitorous heart is beating. “Because I think a little violence turns you on just as much as it does me.”
“I don’t want you to hurt Luna,” I manage to say, though my voice is quiet and hoarse. “She’s my friend.”
“Do you want your friend to consume you? Do you get wet at the thought of Lu between your legs, fucking you with her tongue? What if I tied you down again and let her have her way with you?”
My mouth is dry, and my underwear is anything but. “What if I said yes?”
“Then I’d throw Luna at your feet and watch as she feasts on your delicious pussy until you can’t stand anymore.”
“And?” I prompt, licking my lips and spreading my legs slightly under the sheet.
Theo climbs over me, close enough that I can feel his body heat.
He leaves one hand in my hair and drags the other down my neck to my chest. “Then I’d put you on your hands and knees and make you suck my cock while Luna fucks you from behind.
Or maybe we’ll pin you on your back so I can fuck this tight cunt and Luna can ride your face.
” He rolls my nipples between his fingers, and my hips jerk.
“Would my little reaper like that? What if I chained you up in the clubhouse and let every Saint have their way with you?”
“You wouldn’t,” I manage.
His soft laugh is a dark sound that promises corruption. “You’re right. But Lu? I’d give her a taste.”
“I’m not yours to give.”
“Yes, you are, little reaper.” Before I can respond, he presses his lips to mine. In seconds, he has the sheet removed and literally rips my underwear off. I shout, but the protest is lost in a moan that he swallows while sliding two fingers into me. “Always so wet for me.”
My hands go to his back, nails digging into his hot skin.
He growls, bites my bottom lip, then pulls away enough to push his sweatpants down.
He’s not wearing any underwear, so his hard cock is immediately free.
Then he’s on me again, tongue eagerly exploring my mouth.
There’s no warning or warm-up before he thrusts into me.
I gasp, head falling back. Theo kisses my neck and slides a hand under my back to lift my hips, straightening so he can look down at where I’m lying naked, legs spread, hair a mess, and back arched.
He maneuvers my legs, bending them so they can help keep my hips up.
In his position on his knees, he has the perfect angle to hit that spot deep inside that fills me with resounding pleasure.
My fingers clutch his sheets, and my mouth falls open with gasps and moans as he slams into me over and over.
“Open your eyes,” Theo commands.
I obey and meet his gaze. Blown pupils make his brown eyes look black.
He reaches forward and wraps a hand around my throat.
My pussy clenches, and he groans, grip tightening.
I grab his wrist, as if to hold onto something.
The harder I squeeze his wrist, the tighter his chokehold becomes.
Soon, he’s cut off my air completely. I strain my neck, pushing my head back and gasping, instinctively looking for air.
“You’re mine, little reaper.” His hips slam forward.
“Fuck, you take my cock so well.” Stars dot my vision, and just as I begin fading, his grip loosens, allowing me to gulp in a breath.
He doesn’t let up for long, though. He removes his other hand from my back and rubs two fingers over my clit.
I claw at his wrist with both hands now, nails sinking into flesh.
“Come on, baby,” he coaxes. “If you want to breathe, you’ll come for me.”
Seconds later, my body arches off the bed, and I’m coming apart under his hold.
The orgasm tears through me, stealing the remaining bit of air and strength I have.
My arms fall to my side, and darkness envelops me as I lose consciousness.
I’m only out for a moment before my eyes snap open, and I suck in a lungful of air.
Theo is still pounding into me, both of his hands gripping my hips.
He’s holding me so hard that I’m sure his fingers will leave bruises.
He’s still staring at me, like he’ll never be able to look long enough.
I push into my heels, lifting my hips even further, and clamp down on him. It pushes him over the edge, and his thrusts stutter.
Once finished, he pulls out and leaves to get a wet rag.
I lay with my legs spread, body fully melted into his mattress, and let him clean me up.
While wiping the inside of my thigh, he licks his lips and drags a finger up my center.
I jerk at the sensation, and his eyes shine with delight.
But instead of forcing another orgasm, he tosses the dirty rag away and lies down next to me.
Resting his head on his arm, Theo reaches over and grabs my tit, the entire thing disappearing into his hand.
“Little reaper?”
“Hmm?”
He pinches my nipple so hard that I gasp in pain. “Don’t ever take off your clothes in my living room without me again.”
I scowl at him. He really gets off on ordering me around.
So do I.
I banish the thought and pull his hand away. “Tink?” He scowls at the nickname. “Keep trying to control me, and I’ll walk naked into the Saints’ clubhouse.” With that, I climb out of his bed and walk into his bathroom, locking the door behind me.
~
Taco Tuesday is canceled because Sadie is sick and Evelyn has to work.
I’m suspicious that Ev’s reasoning has more to do with my relationship with Theo than her relationship with her job, but I don’t say anything.
Instead, Theo takes me out for another riding lesson, which lasts for maybe an hour before we end up making out on his bike.
Back at the house, I use the evening to catch up on work and sleep, which I manage to do in my bed instead of Theo’s.
I still wake up with an aching need for him I have to satisfy with my vibrator.
But it proves to not nearly be enough, so I suffer through work inappropriately turned on by a man who isn’t even there.
By the time he arrives to pick me up, I’m too lost in desire to do anything but drag him into my office and ride him on the same couch where dozens of people tell me their problems every day.
“Feeling up to facing the club?” Theo asks once we’re finished.
I pause buttoning my shirt, the haze of lust clearing and making room for self-consciousness. “What?”
“I was thinking we’d go to the clubhouse. You haven’t seen anyone but James and Luna since…”
“Since I killed someone in front of them.” The last three days have been so consumed by horniness mixed with confusion and guilt that I haven’t had much brain power to spare for the Saints.
I haven’t even seen Luna since Monday night, and James has been too busy to say much beyond hello and goodbye.
“I talked to them. They shouldn’t give you any trouble,” he says, shrugging on his jacket.
“What did you tell them?”
“That you take a lot of self-defense classes and were just trying to save my life.”
“What about the South Five?”
“Haven’t heard a peep. I have Bonnie and Clyde looking into it. Their daughter lives in the Five’s territory, so they can easily check it out without looking suspicious. They won’t be in their colors, of course.”
“Nico?”