18. Lachlan #2
"Then you'll have to be quiet." I pull back just enough to look at her, and I can see the conflict in her eyes. "Use the safeword. Tell me to stop, and I will. But if you don't—"
She doesn't say anything, her eyes wide, and I lean in, fisting a handful of hair as I kiss her hard. Her mouth opens instantly for me, and I groan against her lips, my hands going to her waist, pulling her against me.
She tastes like whiskey and honey, and fuck, my cock is about to break my fucking zipper. I deepen the kiss, my tongue sliding against hers, and she makes a small sound in the back of her throat that goes straight to my cock. When she feels it pressing against her, she gasps.
"Lachlan—"
"I know." My hands move to the button of her jeans, and I fumble with it, my fingers clumsy with need. "I know, baby. I've got you."
I get her jeans open and shove them down her hips along with her panties. I can't wait long enough to get them down any further, and I drop to my knees, fumbling with my own zipper as I press my mouth against her soaking wet pussy.
"Oh!" She claps her palm over her mouth, muffling the sound she makes as I curl my tongue around her clit, eating her ravenously. She's so wet it's soaking my nose and mouth and chin, and I don't care. I want her to come so hard she drenches me. I want all of her, all her arousal, all her orgasms.
I get my jeans open and my cock out, fisting it hard as I devour her pussy.
I don't want to come in my hand, but I need something.
I'm aching for friction, something to relieve the pressure, and I jerk my hand up and down my shaft while I drag my tongue over and around her clit, savoring the sounds of her muffled moans.
She grips the counter with her other hand, trembling as I drive her toward a quick, messy orgasm.
There's the sound of footsteps outside, and she stiffens, but I don't stop.
I keep licking her, faster, sucking at her clit, and I can feel her tensing up despite her anxiety…
or maybe because of it, the danger of getting caught.
I press my face harder against her, sucking hard, and when I let go of my cock, leaving it bobbing in open air to push two fingers into her, I feel her shatter.
Her hand presses hard against her mouth, the other clutching at my hair as she bucks against my face, her arousal nearly drowning me as she grinds herself against my tongue.
Her pussy clenches around my fingers, and I can't take it any longer.
I yank myself away from her, grabbing her hips and flipping her around.
I push her jeans down a little lower and line myself up, holding her gaze in the mirror as I notch my cock against her.
I'm so hard it hurts, and when I press against her entrance, feeling how slick she is, I nearly lose it right there.
"Adriana—" I'm trying to go slow, trying to give her time to adjust, but I can't. "Fuck. I have to fuck you, baby. Hold on." I lean in, my lips against her ear. "Say the word if you need me to stop."
"I will," she whispers, her gaze holding mine, and I slam into her, hard.
She cries out, her head falling back. I cover her mouth with my hand, muffling the sound, and she bites down on my palm. The pain only makes me harder.
"Quiet," I growl against her ear. "You have to be quiet, or someone's going to hear."
She nods, her eyes wide and dark with desire, and I start to move in hard, fast, desperate thrusts.
She's so tight, so perfect, and I can feel every inch of her wrapped around me.
I know I'm not going to last. I can feel her starting to tighten around me again, hear the small gasps she's making despite my hand over her mouth.
I bring my other hand around to her clit, rubbing it feverishly as I thrust into her hard.
"That's it," I breathe. "Come for me, Adriana. Let me feel it. Fuck, baby, I'm going to come so hard for you. Come on my cock so I can give it to you."
Her back arches, her eyes locked on mine, and she comes in a rush, her inner muscles clamping down on me so hard I see stars. I'm right there with her. I thrust harder, feeling it go past the point of no return, and I bury my face in her neck to muffle my own groan as I come inside her.
Both of us are breathing hard, our bodies still joined. I can smell the scent of sex and whiskey and her shampoo all mixed together.
"Lachlan," she whispers, looking at me in the mirror with damp eyes. "I love you," she whispers.
I press my mouth to her shoulder, feeling myself pulsing inside of her. I could get hard again right now, take her all over again, but we've already outstayed our welcome. "I love you too," I whisper against her skin. "I'll love you every day for the rest of my life."
I kiss her again, softer this time, and she melts against me.
Then the world explodes.
The blast is deafening, a concussive wave that slams into us even through the bathroom walls.
The mirror behind Adriana shatters, raining glass down on us, and I throw myself over her, covering her body with mine.
The lights flicker and die, plunging us into darkness, and I can hear screaming from the main room of the bar.
"What—" Adriana's voice is high and terrified, and I can feel her shaking beneath me.
"Stay down." I'm already reaching for my gun, the other hand yanking up my pants. "Don't move."
I can hear the crackle of flames now, and smell smoke. The blast came from the front of the bar, near where we were sitting. If we'd still been in that booth—
I don't let myself finish the thought.
"Get dressed," I tell Adriana, my voice sharp. "Now."
She scrambles to obey, yanking up her jeans with shaking hands.
I'm already moving toward the door, my gun drawn, every sense on high alert.
When I crack it open, I can see the devastation in the hallway.
Part of the ceiling has collapsed, and there's debris everywhere.
The screaming is louder now, punctuated by the sound of people coughing and choking on smoke.
"Lachlan—" Adriana's hand is on my arm, and I can feel her trembling.
"Stay behind me." I pull her close, keeping her body shielded with mine as we move down the hallway. "Don't let go of me."
The main room of the bar is a nightmare.
The front wall is gone, blown outward into the street, and I can see bodies in the rubble.
Some of them are moving, crawling, trying to get out.
Others aren't moving at all. The booth where we were sitting is completely destroyed, nothing left but twisted metal and splintered wood.
If we'd been sitting there when the bomb went off, we'd be dead.
This was Gio, sending a message. Letting me know that he can reach us anywhere, anytime. That we'll never be safe as long as he's alive.
"Oh my God." Adriana's voice is barely a whisper, and when I look at her, her face is white with shock. "Those people—"
"Don't look." I pull her toward the back exit, away from the carnage. "We need to get out of here. Now."
We make it outside into the alley, and I can already hear sirens in the distance. They'll be here in minutes, and I can't be here when they arrive. I need to get Adriana out of this, not prolong it.
Adriana is staring back toward the bar, toward the smoke and flames and screaming, and I can see the guilt already settling over her like a shroud. "This is because of me," she whispers. "Those people—they're hurt because of me."
"No." I grab her face, forcing her to look at me. "This is because of Gio. Not you."