CHAPTER FORTY-THREE PROVE IT
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
PROVE IT
LUNA
“Iwould’ve made you another one,” Rhys said, looking over to where I sat in his office, eating the nuked burger and fries he’d forgotten in his car earlier.
“No reason to let a good, slightly soggy burger go to waste.” I looked longingly at the cocktail glass with a dagger and an umbrella in it. “It’s the pina colada that’s not cutting it. I could go for some rum.”
And by some, I meant a lot. But getting wasted with everything going on would be the worst idea, so my virgin drink would have to do.
“One day, hellcat.” He typed on the keyboard. “I’m almost done.”
I wasn’t in a rush, mostly because I was too wired to sleep.
Seeing my oldest brother sitting at the bar had been a shock since last I’d known, he was living in Hawaii.
I was sure he felt the same surprise seeing me behind the bar, but neither of us had acknowledged the other in anything other than a friendly greeting.
To anyone else, we looked like strangers.
Well, anyone except Rhys. He’d somehow picked up on things despite me knowing for a fact Grayson and I hadn’t given any indication we knew each other while discreetly exchanging contact info.
As good as it’d been to see him, the news he brought was far from pleasant. The involvement of the Irish mafia brought up more questions that might not have pertained at all to Rhys or Rye. It could’ve been an unrelated coincidence.
But a mole? The precinct was big. There were a lot of people. A lot of cases. A lot of whispers and gossip.
And far too many moving parts to nail down any sort of suspect—if there even was one.
For all we knew, it was the FBI with the leaky faucet.
After he’d shared what little he could—that he technically shouldn’t have even been sharing to begin with—I’d offered my brother the horrific couch and even worse bed at the other place.
A generous offer he’d unsurprisingly declined in favor of a nice hotel room.
We would keep in contact via Rhys’s cell since his was Mayhem secure and mine was possibly mole-infested.
I cleaned up my mess and went to the kitchen to throw everything away.
I was planning to waste some time on a brain rot game that would offer a distraction and bring down my stress levels.
That was usually how I dealt with bad days.
But when I returned to the office, a different idea hit me. A better idea.
A hotter idea.
Rather than sitting back on the couch, I went straight to Rhys. His eyes were lit with amusement as he pushed away from the desk, expecting our typical routine. That I would stop just within reach so he could yank me the rest of the way onto his lap. I didn’t stop.
Instead, I kneeled between his spread legs and looked up to see a wildfire of heat in his dark, hooded gaze.
“Can I?” I asked.
“Can you what?”
“Can I take your cock out?”
A cruel smirk curved his mouth as he pushed to hear me say it. “That’s all you want? Just to take it out?”
I met his challenge with no embarrassment or uncertainty. “Can I suck your cock down my throat while you fuck my face?”
He groaned as he bent to kiss me. “You’re filthy fuckin’ mouth is gonna drag me to Hell. I just know it.”
“Then you should probably fill it so I can’t talk.”
Another groan as he readjusted to slouch in the chair to give me access. “Take what you want.”
I made quick work of freeing him before I started slow. A lick. A suck. The flat of my tongue before a twirl of just the tip. Slow. Teasing and tormenting both of us as I drew it out.
His hands clutched the arms of his chair as he stared down at me like I was priceless art. And like that art in a museum, he didn’t touch me even though we both knew that was what I wanted.
I pulled away from him and tilted my head back, my mouth open and my tongue stuck out and waiting. I didn’t have to voice my request. He leaned forward and spit in my mouth before I lowered my head to take him again. I pushed him deeper. Moving my head faster and faster.
Wanting him to break.
Needing him to take control.
I swallowed around him as I breathed through my nose. Stars spotted in my vision, but like when he squeezed my throat, it just heightened the arousal. I was too far gone to stop.
He did it for me.
Fisting his hands in my hair, he tugged free as we both panted hard.
Oops.
“Guess my love for you outweighed my need to breathe,” I joked before freezing.
I could’ve stammered an explanation. I could’ve insisted it was just a bad joke with even worse phrasing. I could’ve just kept talking to gloss over the unintentional slip.
I didn’t.
Because I did love him. It was illogical and too fast and could explode into a disastrous devastation that would make the drive-by seem like a tea party in comparison.
I said it. It was out there. If he didn’t feel the same or wanted to break things off, that was his choice.
He didn’t say anything, though I wasn’t sure if it was because he was processing what I’d said or if it was the opposite. That he hadn’t processed the words as anything more than a flippant saying.
I hoped it was the latter, but I wasn’t that lucky.
“You love me?” Rhys asked in that intense, gravelly tone that sent goosebumps across my skin.
“Yes.” I stood quickly because being vulnerable emotionally and on my knees was too much for me right then. “Anyway, I’m done eating whenever you’re—”
That was all I could rush out before he stood and pulled me into his arms. His hands cupped my cheeks. “Say it.”
“I love you.”
He kissed me with a bruising intensity that took away the breath I’d just caught.
His tongue plunged in to take and fight and own as he moved my head where he wanted it.
Fighting for more. To get closer when I was already plastered to him.
He tore his mouth away with a pained whimper—one I echoed—before tearing off my clothes.
It would’ve been a quicker process if he didn’t stop to bite, kiss, lick, and tease every inch of skin within reach.
Once we were both naked, he took my mouth again before walking me toward the couch.
He nudged me to sit, and then it was his turn to kneel.
He threw my legs over his shoulders as he repeated the same silly game I’d played earlier.
Teasing me with gentle laps and light grazes until I was ready to beg.
He didn’t make me. His mouth zeroed in on my clit, twirling his tongue while his thick fingers slid into my sex.
My pleasure built quickly as he worshipped me with his mouth.
I couldn’t stop my hips from undulating as my thighs shook.
He eased back, and the precipice disappeared. Adding a second finger, he started the build again, going even faster that time. Eating my pussy like it was his fuel. His lifeblood. His sole purpose in life.
My mind blanked.
And then it came rushing back when he stopped again.
“Rhys,” I started, my mindless pleas ready to spill free.
He didn’t give me the chance. “Love the way you roll your eyes.” His fingers pumped in and out.
“Love your badass side and your softer side.” He crooked them, hitting a spot that would’ve made my lids close if I hadn’t forced them to stay open so I could see the adoration in his blue eyes.
“Love that you’re stubborn.” He used his thumb to stroke my clit.
“Love that you submit to me anyway.” His thumb eased back.
“Love that you put everything into all you do.” He turned and bit down on my thigh.
“Love these fuckin’ thighs and the rest of your sexy body.
” He repeated the action on the other side.
“Love that I feel like I’m coming outta my damn skin when I’m not close to you.
” He looked up at me without a hint of panic or doubt. “I love you, Luna.”
My chest squeezed tight even as my heart did its best to break through my ribs. “I love you, too.”
“You better ’cause now that you gave me every part of you, that’s it. I’m not letting go.”
“I don’t want you to.” I looked down at him. His muscular body. The fingers still deep inside of me. His hard-on straining toward me. I rocked my hips, desperately seeking the orgasm he held just out of reach.
“Need to come, baby?” At my frantic nod, he gave a wickedly indulgent smile. “Okay.”
Contrary to his words, he pulled his fingers from my sex and licked the shining arousal that dripped down to his palm.
He stood and took the spot next to me before lifting me to straddle him. Once we were positioned how he wanted, he stretched his arms along the back of the couch. He tipped his chin toward his waiting cock. “Prove it.”
I didn’t have to be told twice.
Lifting onto my knees, I fisted the base to line myself up.
My wonderfully helpful thigh muscles tensed as I dropped down with an aching slowness.
Testing his control and mine by going inch by long, thick inch.
But even once I was fully seated, filled with him until I would’ve sworn I would be split in two, he didn’t take over.
He gave a lazy finger roll that might’ve been more convincing if his other hand wasn’t clutching the couch until his knuckles went white. “Take what you need. Fuck yourself with me.”
Again, I didn’t have to be told twice.
Using my hold on his shoulders, I started moving up and down his length. Swiveling my hips. Going faster as I found my rhythm.
And the whole time I rode him, Rhys’s gaze stayed locked on me. Our connection. My bouncing tits. My flushed face. My spread thighs.
He felt good. Amazing. Better than I had words for.
But it was the way he watched me that stoked my inner fire higher and higher until I worried it would leave nothing in its wake.
My neck arched. My breath turned to short bursts. My body tightened.
And Rhys’s control snapped.
His large hands gripped my hips as he took over. He pulled me back until just the head remained and then slammed me down while his hips rose. Meeting me thrust for thrust until I detonated with a sharp cry.
By the time it faded, the brutality in his deep plunges had already built another. Before it could find me, his speed slowed even if the force stayed just as intense.
“Forgot one.” His thumbs stroked my lower stomach. “Don’t know if there’s a name for whatever this softness is right here, but I fuckin’ love it, too.”
I liked my little belly.
I found it cute.
But the way he touched it. The way his movements sped up. The blatant desire in his gaze made it clear he didn’t like it or find it cute.
Like he said, Rhys loved it. And like he showed, he found it as sexy as he found the rest of me.
There was only so much I could take, and his list already exceeded that before he added that last one.
I exploded around him, his name on my lips while giddy happiness mixed with the sparking bliss.
He moved me harder and faster up and down his length, roughly fucking himself with me.
I held on tight, letting him have what he wanted.
What he needed.
What belonged to him.
Me.
His muscular shoulders bunched. His fingertips dug in to leave marks. His head dropped back, and a low, rough groan seemed to echo around us.
I was filled.
With happiness.
With his love.
But also with his cock and cum.
And all of it was perfect.