CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE DONE RHYS
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
DONE
RHYS
Imade the drive home in record fuckin’ time.
The detective in the passenger seat next to me didn’t say a word about it. She didn’t speak. Neither of us did.
Lo had pushed. She’d flirted. Flaunted. Fuckin’ tormented me even though we both knew whatever it was between us was a bad idea.
And then I’d hammered the final nail. Sealed my fate. Signed over my soul without a lick of doubt or regret.
After positioning the toy in her panties, I’d been able to smell her sweetness. Feel that slick wetness on my fingertips. I should’ve washed my hand right away. Doused it in hand sanitizer. Something.
I didn’t.
Just that little taste, I’d told myself.
Lotta good that did me. One taste was never gonna be enough.
I was done.
Done trying to be a good man.
Done trying to keep some distance.
Done fighting it.
So was she. ’Cause as soon as I pulled in front of my house, her door was open before I came to a complete stop.
I held it together long enough to walk inside and lock the door behind us.
That was it.
I moved to grab her, but Lo beat me to it.
Her soft tits smashed against my stomach as she reached up to thread her fingers through my hair and tug me down to her.
My own hand repaid the favor by fisting the hair at the back of her head.
I stooped lower to palm the center of her ass to grind her body against mine.
She lifted onto her toes, letting out a cry I swallowed down.
I kept my hold as I walked her backward till we reached my bedroom—my real one, not the spare room I’d been using.
I tore my mouth away from hers to bite her jaw. Lick her neck. Skim my lips against her cheek. “You want this?”
“More than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.”
I didn’t know if that was thanks to a night of keeping her on the edge or just a fact. And for whatever reason, it mattered to me.
I wanted her to want me. Not ’cause I was the closest option. Not ’cause I was the lucky dick available for use. Not ’cause I had her built up and desperate.
I wanted her desperate for me.
Fuckin’ gagging for me.
Only me.
’Cause that was sure as fuck what I felt for her.
Spinning her in my arms, I wrapped an arm around her and shoved my hand under her shirt and bra to palm her tit.
Christ, it’s even softer than I imagined.
Her nipple hardened instantly, and I practically broke my own wrist to roll it between my fingers. My other hand worked on her jeans, undoing them and pushing into the constrained space.
A groan rumbled up my chest, and pre-cum leaked steadily from my dick till I worried I would come. “Soaked. You’re fuckin’ sopping, aren’t you? Just a needy little mess.”
She whimpered, and it sounded even better in real life than through the speaker I’d been a damn genius for having Mayhem turn on.
“Do you need me to make you come?”
A nod that she backed up by clutching my wrist like she thought I would try to remove it. I’d have to be outta my damn head to move when I had heaven in the literal palm of my hand.
“I can do that, baby. Just get you off with my fingers and tongue.”
“Then?” she asked in a wobbly voice.
“Then nothing. Is that what you want?”
A head shake that she backed up by trying to dislocate both my arms. At least, that was what I assumed she was going for when she tried to turn suddenly. She froze when I didn’t loosen my hold to let her go. “Is that my only option?”
“No. But we both know—”
“I know. I know. That doesn’t change anything.”
I forced myself to let go of her so I could turn her and take her mouth in a rough kiss.
I didn’t know a human could be magnetic, but that was the only explanation for why I couldn’t keep my hands and lips to myself.
Even when we separated long enough to strip the other, I had to touch her.
Had to kiss her. Had to taste her skin and bite her perfect tit until it left a mark.
Once she was naked and I was down to my boxers, I gripped her chin and dragged my thumb across her bottom lip.
“You sure about this?” She opened her mouth to answer, but I pushed my thumb harder against it.
“Take a second. Think about.” I met her eyes and gave her the truth.
“I don’t wanna be a regret come morning. ”
“You won’t be. I want you.”
Fuckin’ hell fuck.
“Prove it.”
“W-what?” The little stammer from my confident badass didn’t happen often, but it was good to know I wasn’t the only one knocked outta whack.
“Kneel.”
I watched for hesitation. An eye roll. A sign she wasn’t into it or was forcing herself to try for me. I didn’t want any of that.
Well, maybe the eye roll ’cause I liked the attitude.
I liked her snark.
I liked that she wasn’t afraid to go toe-to-toe with me, giving as good as she got.
I wanted all that.
And then I wanted her to submit to me anyway.
There was not a damn thing other than fire and grace when she lowered herself.
“Look at you. So damn pretty on your knees for me.” I dragged my thumb across her bottom lip again before sliding it into her mouth.
I was already pretty sure I’d died from lack of blood flow to my brain, but when she wrapped her full lips around my thumb and sucked, I knew I had.
Pressing my thumb against her tongue, I used my hold to open her mouth. “Thought about filling this smart mouth more times than I can count. Fantasized about it. Jacked off imagining it.”
She let out another sad whine and stuck her tongue out farther.
An invitation I didn’t have the willpower to decline.
“Keep it open, baby.” I shoved my boxers down and kicked them to the side.
Lo’s eyes went big, and the needy whine turned into a nervous one as she looked up at me.
Not like I was just anyone.
Her pupils were blown wide for me. Somehow, I had a fuckin’ goddess on her knees, looking up at me like she was the lucky one, when we both knew damn well the roles were reversed. I should’ve been the one bowing down, worshiping that perfect body.
And I would.
But I had an invitation to accept.
Fisting the base of my cock, I slid the head over her tongue. She tried to close her mouth around it, but I pulled it away. “What’d I say?”
She parted her lips and stuck her tongue back out.
I rubbed the shaft against it, trying to get it slick, but the air wasn’t helping. “Gonna spit on your tongue, baby.”
I wasn’t asking, but she could’ve said no. Shook her head. Grimaced. She didn’t. She opened wider still.
And I did exactly what I said.
Her answering moan was almost my undoing.
I used that to prepare before sliding into her mouth. “Show me how bad you want it.”
The words barely left my mouth before every word in my head was gone, too. Her mouth sealed around my dick, and that was it. I was gone for.
She wasn’t timid. She didn’t move like she was self-conscious of what she was doing or how she looked. It wasn’t neat and tidy from the uptight detective. She sucked my dick like she was trying to steal my damn soul. No stealing necessary. She already had it.
Had me.
Moaning happily, her throat convulsed before she took me deeper. Like she was born to take me. To stretch her pretty lips, showing me just how fuckable they really were.
My balls started to tighten. That buzz sparked to life at the base of my spine.
“You gotta stop,” I forced out with a groan.
She didn’t.
It took every last drop of self-control to pull out of her mouth and stumble back, my vision tunneling for a beat.
I hit the edge of the bed and sat, breathing harder than if I ran two miles.
I was fighting for my damn life, but did my wild hellcat care?
No.
She crawled to me.
Fuckin’ crawled.
Badass, stubborn, take-charge Detective Luna Oscar, on her hands and knees for me.
“Don’t,” I ordered, barely hanging on.
She didn’t listen to that, either.
Her hand went for my dick as she lifted onto her knees to take me again.
I cut her off, hauling her up onto the bed and rolling so my body covered hers. “You’re gonna pay for that, too.”
“Put it on my tab, barman.”
Ducking my head, I traced my tongue along her tit before sucking her tight nipple into my mouth. I repeated it with the other side, adding little bites around the sensitive skin on my way lower.
Her fingers speared into my hair before fisting to stop me.
“Wanna rethink that?”
She shook her head even as she swallowed hard. “I can’t anymore. I need you.”
“Fuck yeah, you do.” I pushed up on my arms. “Got condoms in the drawer, but I had a recent all-clear, and there’s been no one in a long time.”
“I’ve also got an all-clear and an IUD.”
“Had a vasectomy,” I added carefully, watching for a reaction.
Her brows pinched.
There and gone.
That was it before she went up and bit my jaw for a little payback. “Then will you please finally fuck me?”
I reached between us long enough to line my cock up, inching the head into her tightness.
“Wait,” she said suddenly. I froze, and she leaned up and gestured near her stuff. “The towel.”
“Why?”
“I’m wet.”
“Well fuckin’ aware, hellcat.”
Her cheeks flushed so damn pretty, and if she didn’t give me a break, the tip was as long as I was lasting. “No one wants to sleep on a wet spot.”
“I do.” And then I plunged it, bottoming out in one hard thrust. I stayed planted deep, clutching the sheet and my control.
She rocked her hips.
“This is already not gonna last long, baby. Give me a second.” Once I wasn’t in danger, I started moving. There was no rhythm. No finesse. I couldn’t go slow. I fucked her with brutal force.
And she loved every damn second of it.
Going toe-to-toe. Thrust for thrust. Greedily taking everything I had to give, and wrapping her soft thighs around me for more.
Her eyes went unfocused, her heavy lids lowering.
I didn’t want that.
“Keep them open,” I ordered, each word punctuated by a thrust.
She pried them open as her thighs squeezed. Her nails dug into my head and my shoulders. Her heavy breaths turned into soft moans she tried to swallow.
Didn’t want that, either.
“Give me those sweet noises,” I demanded. “Those are mine now, too.”
Her neck arched. A small smile curved her lips before she let out a breathless, “Rhys.”
There was no holding off. My name on her lips while she came all over my dick sent me over the edge. Her greedy pussy squeezed tight, taking every drop.
Taking whatever bit of soul her mouth had left behind.
I hung my head, skimming my lips and tongue and teeth across her chest. ’Cause even without breath or a brain, I had to touch and taste her. I fell to the side, already missing the feel of her.
Forcing myself to move anyway, I got up and went to the bathroom to get a damp washcloth.
I gently wiped between her legs before tossing it in the hamper, turning off the light, and returning to bed to roll her into my arms. I settled back with her head on my chest before readjusting to tug her leg over me, too.
She likes the dimples on my cheeks.
But I fuckin’ love the ones on her thighs.
My fingers played with her long hair while she scratched her nails back and forth through my chest hair.
“I need one second for my body to come back to planet Earth,” she said, her sleepy words ending in a long yawn.
“I’m gonna need longer than that.”
Silence turned to her soft, even breaths.
Then I was out, too.