28. Andre #2
Her fingers first brushed the buttons of my shirt on my chest, then she slid them down to my stomach. I grabbed her waist and rearranged her to straddle my hips. Not unlike the plane. Except this time, I wasn’t caught off guard. And I wasn’t flying a plane.
“What about you, hm? Why did you come back to us? Matías’ would have been an easy place to escape from. His security is laughable, and you might, keyword might have found someone to take you to the airport.”
She pushed against my chest, but when I didn’t let her up, she settled her weight firmly over my hardening cock. Fuck. This was a bad idea. I handed her the bottle. I needed her just a little more wasted, so she didn’t suddenly jump up when she realized how she sat over me like last time.
Without hesitation, she took a healthy swig and gave the bottle back. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and wheezed through the burn.
“Damn, that’s strong. Terrible aftertaste too.”
“Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it.” I set the bottle on the table and slid my hands up her thighs.
She was in some kind of sundress that made her look too young and innocent for this world.
Like a girl barely able to drink on holiday with her family, rather than a woman used to defending battered women and was now caught in the middle of the Institution.
“Oh, will I? You’re acting like this will be a common occurrence.” She raised one brow.
Was Amorette flirting with me? I gave her a half smile while smoothing my thumbs just under the edge of her dress.
“Why not? My brothers are endless headaches, and I could really use some company. Especially beautiful, feisty company.”
She grinned ruefully. “And I’m not a headache? I thought I would have been the worst kind.”
“You’ve never been that kind of headache.
I always understood you and your actions, even when you struggled with what was right and wrong.
You wanted to get back to your life, and you wanted away from us criminals.
But you came back to us all on your own.
” That was a stretch, but I was going off of her own admission.
She stiffened, and instead of letting her have her moment of hesitation, I reached around, flattening my palm against her lower back. With the barest amount of pressure, she leaned forward, until we were almost chest-to-chest.
And she let me.
I used my thumb to tip her face up. Her sparkling gray eyes were just glazed enough that I knew she was good and tipsy.
“Why did you come back, Wifey?”
“Why are you calling me wifey?” she whispered, her gaze dropping to my lips.
“Why are you avoiding the question?” I couldn’t help the closed-lipped smile. Even with a few drinks under her belt, she still answered a question with a question. That must have been drilled into her during law school.
She blew out a breath and dropped her forehead on my shoulder. Rubbing both hands up and down her back, I enjoyed the feel of her small, curvy body.
“I wanted to, and I think that makes me an idiot,” she mumbled against my chest.
Laughing, I sat up, holding a hand to the back of her head and using her other to adjust her legs around my waist. “Then that’s idiocy I can get behind. I’m the fucking idiot who's trying to keep us all together.”
“I’d love to see Grace again,” she sighed against my neck.
“You will, I promise. As soon as Vicente is a non-issue, we’ll bring her to a safe location to meet you. It just can’t be here…or in the US.” I grabbed the bottle for another sip.
“But you won’t let me go?” She leaned back to grab the bottle and take her own sip.
“Never.” I wasn’t even sure where that came from. The tequila? The feel of her pressed up against my hard cock? Fuck it. Even if I would let her go, Grey wouldn’t. And I had a feeling neither would Lafe or Parker.
I slammed my lips against hers and her hands instantly buried in my hair.
The erotic beat of the music pulsed through my body as I turned to sit Amorette on the couch. Untwining her legs, I pushed my fingers under the sides of her panties and pulled them down.
I tossed them in the corner as soon as they were off and she spread her legs, baring that sweet pussy. Just a small thatch of short black hair covering the top.
Groaning, I dropped my head and buried my face. I ate her out like she was my last meal. I licked, bit, teased. Every feminine noise I drew from her, every grasp of her fingers in my hair. I lived for this. The control, the struggle that she had in letting go.
I loved every single fucking minute of it.
The light from the stereo flashed across her face, lighting up the ecstasy that was fast approaching.
I memorized the way her brows pulled together, and her lids dropped to cover her eyes.
The deep indent of her teeth in her bottom lip was especially captivating.
Like I made her feel so good she couldn’t help but cause herself a little pain to balance out the pleasure.
“More,” she pleaded.
Amorette wanted something inside her, but I wanted her to come like this. The first time I felt her grip, I wanted it on my cock. Not my fingers. Not my tongue.
On my cock as I thrust deep inside her.
Her hips flexed, and her fingers twitched. She was almost there.
Her lips pulsed lightly against my tongue when I dipped down to lick around her entrance, then back up to suck on her clit. So responsive, exactly what I enjoyed in my lovers.
She groaned, tossing her head back, pulling tight on my hair. So close.
I whisked the sundress off her body, leaving her clad in a tiny bralette. Who had bought that sinful garment? Fuck, she was so sweet in it.
That went too.
Reaching down, I used one hand to free my aching cock, all while drinking in the beauty of her naked body. Smooth, flawless skin. Perky round tits. So fucking tiny.
And a gorgeous pussy so red and wet. I used my thumb to trace around her slit as I sucked that sensitive bundle of nerves. Over and over, I ran my tongue across it until suddenly, she gasped and cried my name.
Now.
I slammed home, giving her all of my cock until I was fully seated.
Fuck… so wet. She was so damn wet.
I braced her hips with my hands and they nearly spanned her entire waist. Then I started furiously pumping. I couldn’t help it. Her head thrashed back and forth against the cushion as her fingernails bit into my biceps.
“You take my cock so fucking good,” I growled and started to pull her back as I thrust forward, getting as deep as I could.
She fluttered and squeezed me, nearly making my eyes cross. Then her gaze snapped to mine as her pussy clamped down so hard, I exploded on the spot. Jet after jet, I pumped everything I had into her.
“Holy. Fucking. Shit.” I gasped. I couldn’t stop. I continued to thrust into her with short, hard movements. “So. Hot. Fuck.”
Even in her second orgasm, her eyes stayed glued to mine, until we were both panting. She’d have bruises on her hips and in the back of my mind, the idea of her going to my brothers with my mark on her thrilled me.
Let them see how much we enjoyed each other.
Lethargy swept over me, and somehow, in my hazy mind, we arranged ourselves on the couch, with me still tucked inside.
This was exactly the medicine I needed.
Or at least, that was my last thought before I passed out. I couldn’t even remember why I’d needed to drink in the first place.