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I’m on him like a shot, legs astride, sitting on his stomach as I try to wrestle his arms above his head to pin him down. Naturally, I’m unsuccessful since he is much stronger than me, but he laughs at my attempt. The bagel goes flying from his hand, but he doesn’t care as I dig my fingernails into his flat, toned stomach as he wiggles his body underneath my backside so my butt cheeks are sitting just above his crotch.
His hands find my thighs, squeezing them, and I peel each finger off my skin and try to raise his hands over his head again. This time, he lets me take the lead, enjoying this girl being on top, and I press the backs of his hands into the grass above his head.
With my face only a few inches away from his, forcing his attention on me, I ask grimly, “Tell me the truth, Cormac. Please. Did you have anything to do with Gavin’s death?”
Those eyes look past my shoulder skyward, and that smile drops from his square jaw as if he’s deciding whether to speak the truth or lie. But Gavin’s death was either freakishly random, or the Bernardi men were behind it, and I won’t let him leave for class until I’m satisfied with his answer.
He presses his lips together, exhales, and stabs me with those eyes that take my breath away. “Was this Gavin individual one of the men that hurt you?”
I swallow, hungry to wet my mouth with coffee, as nerves weave through my body, making my skin shiver. “I…” I don’t know how to answer this, so I clam up.
“Is Gavin the second target on your list, the Pig?” he asks directly, and my skin prickles.
I don’t answer because I can’t find the words. If I confess, then I throw myself under the bus. I press my forehead against his and stare into those eyes, searching for the truth, even though I know the truth. I need to hear him say it. I need Cormac to say the words aloud.
“Your eyes tell me everything I need to know,” he whispers deeply and smoothly.
My heart smacks against my ribcage, forcing me to flinch. “So, it was you,” I breathe, stunned, floored and breathless. “How…Why?”
“Why do you think?” he answers flatly, licking his lip.
I swallow again, struggling to digest what he’s suggesting. “You did that for me?”
A hint of coyness appears on his face and my heart flutters. “Yeah.”
My armor softens as gratitude and relief storms through me, and I press my lips against his. He effortlessly unfastens his hands that I had pinned down on the grass and wraps his arms around my trembling body, then rolls me over onto my back, now him on top.
Possessing my mouth, he fucks me with his tongue while grinding his crotch into me as I’m being sandwiched between two hard surfaces, yet I’m surprised when my anxiety does not rise. Instead, the sensualness hard against my soft body and my mind captured by him, and what he did for me that it feels more therapeutic and right.
When giggling floats past our ears, we remember we’re in the open on campus. “People are watching,” I breathe into his mouth.
“Good,” he moans, “I’m giving them a free lesson in how to seduce a woman.”
“Seduce me,” I beg, feeling his hardness between my legs.
“Oh, I will,” he replies confidently, biting my bottom lip and drawing out a desperate groan.
“Am I a bad person for being so turned on by you killing the Pig?” I sigh aguishly, gripping his rippling muscles in my hands, needing him to climb inside me to fill that gaping canyon of emptiness that bestows me every waking moment.
He breaks the glorious kiss and presses his forehead against mine so his eyes drill into mine, holding compassion and lust. “No,” he answers. “If the man wanted to live, he shouldn’t have touched you. A line was crossed. His penalty is death.” His teeth catch my earlobe, and he sucks hard. “If you feel bad, I know exactly what to do to make you feel good again.”
Raging hormones storm my body as my panties fill with juice and my clit screams out to be touched. “Oh god, Cormac,” I moan longingly. “Fuck me.”
His eyebrows flick up flirtatiously. There are two beats of nothingness before he rolls off me and, in one movement, claims me with his arms, stands up, and my feet leave the ground. “Have you ever been fucked against a tree, Rae?” he asks quietly as he walks toward the gardens and aims for a small cluster of trees and bushes that we can hide in.
“Not recently,” I pant as he carries me into the bushes while students watch on curiously, smirking. As if it’s not obvious what’s about to happen.
Those big feet stomp through the bushes of the bushes we pruned in the fall, which now have less foliage due to the dry weather, but Cormac couldn’t care less if people saw us anyway.
“Thank you for killing the Pig,” I murmur, biting his ear as my thigh grips his waist, and he groans in desire.
“I should probably confess that it wasn’t just me,” he admits flatly as he steps over a clump of plants to get closer to the tree trunk he’s aiming for.
“Blake?” I ask, letting him know I already assumed they would be behind it, working as a team.
“Yep,” he answers, pressing my back against the bark, and a sigh escapes my lips. I’m tempted to ask if Gabe had something to do with it, but the thought vanishes from my mind as soon as Cormac slides his hand between my legs.
A sigh escapes my lips as his mouth possesses mine again, thrusting with the warm, soft tongue as his hand torments my core. I’m so wet and horny I can’t take it anymore, and the driving force behind it is being massively turned on by Cormac and Blake killing the Pig. I thought I didn’t want anyone involved. I thought it was better to knock off my list discreetly and on my own, but sharing the burden feels good.
Like a hungry animal, he presses me hard against the tree to keep me in the air with his body while tearing at my shorts. My arms clung tightly to his board and strong shoulders while combing my fingers through his hair and biting his neck, tasting salty, clean skin.
My shorts are dragged down my butt while he still manages to keep me off the ground as I yank at his sweats, trying to free his length. I’m so hot right now that my impending orgasm is brimming before he even enters me.
His cock springs out, and he enters me in one go, fills me up, and it feels so divine. There is a footpath only a few feet away that weaves through the trees and bushes, and I can see students walking by, oblivious to lovers tangled in the trees.
I bite down on my bottom lip to stop myself from moaning loudly as he starts to thrust quickly, slapping those balls, skin against skin, soft against hard, dry becoming wet.
His hips work me, keeping up the pace, drilling in quick movements, grunting and groaning as a group of students walk by cackling, and I wonder if they can see. But I don’t care. At this moment, I want this man to draw an orgasm from my body to release this tension I’ve been holding onto.
In a risky situation, dangerously close to being exposed adds to my lust and heat as my entire body hits my heights and contracts as a sigh is released from my lips, louder than I intended, and Cormac sniggers as he continues to rail the fuck out of me.
My breath hitches, and then the orgasm storms my body, causing chaos with every cell it invigorates. I bury my face in his neck, desperately trying to keep my voice down, but a sharp inhale, followed by a gasping exhale, shudders through my body as Cormac pulls out and cums all over my thighs and clit.
He holds me in his embrace, strong arms keeping me in the air, warm breath brushes against my cheek as his heartbeat thuds against my chest. Two bodies became one, and I didn’t have an anxiety attack or even feel suffocated.
Eventually, he pulls away when reality claws at our backs—classes we have to attend, people we have to contact, assignments we have to type. He gently lowers me to the ground and kisses my lips as we pull our clothes back to cover our tracks. He kisses me again as we step out from our hiding place, laces his hand in mine, and walk back to our coffee cups in the shade of the oak tree. I ignore the impending feeling coming over me.
I wanted Cormac to destroy me. I needed him to wreck me just for a while, but I still have two more men to kill, and I won’t be satisfied until they’re gone from this world.