Chapter 10
SHAW
Kissing Mira outside the Ironside Bar feels different than kissing her at the Forge. No protocol. No negotiated scene. Just her rising on her toes to get closer, her hand fisted in my kutte, her breath catching when I pull her flush against me.
When we break apart, she's flushed and breathless. Beautiful.
"Come back to my place," I say. "We can work on the case. Go through vendor contracts, financial records."
She searches my face. "Just work?"
"Just work." For now. "Unless you want more."
"I want..." She pauses, considering. "I want to see where this goes without the Forge between us first."
Smart. Careful. Exactly what I'd expect from her.
"My bike or your car?"
"I'll follow you." Practical. Keeping her independence even while agreeing to come home with me.
The ride back to my place takes twenty minutes. I check my mirrors every few seconds, making sure her headlights stay behind me. Protective instinct that's been building since the first time someone threatened her.
Inside my house, I lead her to my home office. Vendor contracts spread across the desk, financial spreadsheets pulled up on my laptop. We've been rebuilding our professional partnership—trust growing slowly, neither of us pushing toward anything more.
Until now.
We work in comfortable silence for maybe an hour. Mira cross-references payment schedules while I review delivery logs. Professional. Focused. The sexual tension from outside the bar simmers underneath but doesn't interfere.
Then she sets down her pen, stands, crosses to where I'm sitting, and kisses me. No hesitation, no asking permission. Just her mouth on mine, soft and certain, taking what she wants.
I freeze for half a second—surprised—then I pull her closer by the waist. She tastes like coffee and something sweet underneath. Her tongue slides against mine, tentative at first, then bolder when I respond.
Choosing me. Choosing this. Giving herself freely.
I pull back just enough to meet her eyes. "We need to talk first."
"Now?" she asks breathlessly.
I keep hold of her waist and nod. "I'm clean. Got tested after my last relationship ended, haven't been with anyone since. You?"
"Clean. Tested six months ago after things ended with Todd. No one since."
"Birth control?"
"IUD. Three years left on it." Searching my face, she asks, "Are you always this responsible?"
"Marine Recon training doesn't turn off just because I want you." I brush a strand of hair behind her ear. "Needed to make sure we're on the same page before we go further."
"We are." She pulls me back down. "Now can we stop talking?"
I pull her flush against me. A small sound of approval goes straight through me, her arms sliding around my neck to hold on tight.
Kissing her without protocol between us is different. No safewords, no negotiated scenes, just the raw edge of want that's been building since the first time I saw her walk into Ironside Customs.
I slide my hand up her ribcage and cup her breast, thumb brushing over her nipple through the fabric. She gasps into my mouth, and I swallow the sound.
"Bedroom. Now." Not a request.
She moves immediately, and something in me responds to that instant obedience even without the formal structure of the Forge. I follow her down the hallway, watching the sway of her hips, the way she glances back to make sure I'm there.
My bed. My sheets that are going to smell like her after this.
In my room, I turn her to face me. "Strip."
Her hands go to the hem of her sweater without hesitation, pulling it over her head. Bra next, then she reaches for her jeans.
"Slower." I lean against the doorframe, arms crossed. "I want to watch."
Her movements slow, deliberate now. She unbuttons her jeans, slides the zipper down, pushes the denim over her hips. Her panties follow. When she's finally naked, standing in the middle of my room with her chin lifted and her eyes on mine, I take a moment just to look.
"Knees."
She drops immediately, and I move closer.
"Good girl." I stroke my hand through her hair, guiding her closer. "Show me what that mouth can do."
Her hands go to my belt, and I let her work. Watching her strip me, watching the focus in her eyes as she frees my cock. When she leans forward, tongue darting out to lick the head, I fist my hand in her hair.
"All of it. Take all of it."
She opens her mouth and takes me deep, and the wet heat of her makes my knees lock. I hold her head still and thrust, fucking her mouth with controlled strokes. Watching her take it. Watching her eyes water slightly as I hit the back of her throat.
"Breathe through your nose." I pull back slightly, giving her a second, then push deep again. "That's it. Just like that."
She hollows her cheeks, sucking hard as I withdraw, and the sensation shoots up my spine. I could finish just from this. I could thrust deep and come down her throat, making her swallow every drop.
But not yet... not like this. I want to be deep inside her pussy when I come.
I pull out, my cock glistening with her saliva, and haul her to her feet. "On the bed. On your back."
She climbs onto the mattress, her hair spreading across my pillow, and I move to stand at the foot of the bed. Her eyes track me as I strip off my shirt, and when I'm finally naked, her gaze drops to my cock, still hard and wet from her mouth.
"Hands above your head. Don't move them."
She lifts her arms, gripping the pillow above her head. No restraints needed. Just my command and her compliance.
I kneel between her thighs, spreading them wider with my hands. "You're already wet."
"Yes."
"Yes, what?"
Brief hesitation, then: "Yes, Sir."
"Good girl." I stroke one finger through her folds, gathering her wetness. "I'm going to make you come on my fingers. Then on my tongue. Then on my cock. And you're going to keep your hands exactly where they are. Understand?"
"Yes, Sir."
I push two fingers inside her without warning, and she arches off the bed with a cry. I hold her hip down with my free hand, keeping her exactly where I want her while I work her with steady, deep strokes.
"Don't come yet."
"Shaw—" Her voice breaks. "I can't—"
"You can." I curl my fingers, finding that spot that makes her whole body tense. "You will. Not until I tell you."
I can feel her fighting it, feel how close she is, how hard she's working to obey. Her hands grip the pillow so tight her knuckles go white. Her thighs tremble against my sides.
"Please—"
"Not yet." I add my thumb to her clit, circling with just enough pressure to drive her higher. "Hold it."
She's panting now, desperate sounds escaping with each exhale, and I push her right to the edge and hold her there. Watching her fight for control. Watching her submit to my command even when her body is screaming for release.
"Now. Come now."
She shatters with a cry, her pussy clenching around my fingers, her whole body shaking with the force of it. I work her through it, drawing out every aftershock until she's gasping and oversensitive.
"Good girl." I pull my fingers free and bring them to her mouth. "Taste."
She opens for me, tongue sliding over my fingers, and the sight of her tasting herself goes straight to my cock.
I lean down and replace my fingers with my mouth, licking through her folds. She's sensitive, trying to squirm away, but I grip her hips and hold her in place.
"Stay still."
She forces herself to stop moving, and I reward her by sucking her clit into my mouth. Her hands are still above her head where I told her to keep them, still gripping that pillow like a lifeline while I eat her out with deliberate, relentless strokes.
When she's close again—and it doesn't take long—I pull back.
"Shaw—no—please—"
"Ask nicely."
"Please." Her voice cracks. "Please, Sir, let me come."
"Why should I?"
"Because I need it. Because you—" She breaks off with a moan when I brush my tongue over her clit. "Because you want to watch me fall apart for you."
Damn right I do.
"Come."
I suck hard on her clit, and she comes with my name on her lips, thighs clamping around my head, whole body bowing off the bed.
This time when I pull back, I settle between her thighs. My cock slides through her wetness, and I have to grit my teeth against the urge to just thrust home.
"Look at me."
Her eyes open, glazed and unfocused.
"You can move your hands now. Hold onto me."
She reaches for me immediately, arms wrapping around my shoulders, and I push inside her in one slow, steady thrust. Watching her face. Watching her eyes go wide, her mouth fall open, feeling her body stretch to take me.
"Fuck." The word comes out rough. "You feel perfect."
I pull back and drive in harder, setting a punishing rhythm. No gentle lovemaking. This is claim and possession and wanting finally unleashed.
"Yes—" She digs her nails into my shoulders. "God, yes—"
I hook one of her legs over my shoulder, changing the angle so I'm hitting deeper, and she cries out.
"Louder. I want to hear you."
She doesn't hold back after that. Every thrust draws another sound from her—gasps and moans and broken pleas that drive me higher.
"Touch yourself."
Her hand slides between us, finding her clit, and the added friction makes her tighten around me. I can feel my own orgasm building, feel that edge approaching fast.
"You don't come until I do. Understand?"
"Yes—Shaw—please—"
I thrust harder, deeper, chasing my release while she writhes beneath me, fighting to hold back her own. When I finally come, it's with her name on my lips and my hand fisted in her hair.
"Now. Come for me now."
She breaks instantly, her orgasm ripping through her, and I feel every pulse, every clench as she comes around my cock.
I collapse on top of her, reveling in her softness and warmth for a moment before rolling to the side. Both of us are breathing hard. I pull her against my chest, my hand sliding into her hair, holding her close.