space between us, wanted to feel him in my fucking throat.
Unable to stop myself, I twisted so I could bite down on his shoulder—it was either that or scream. As the frustrated feelings coalesced inside me, I realized how painful pleasure could be. It was like he was teasing me, but he was giving me everything!
My fingers clamped down on his as I bucked into him.
“Ama?” My name was loaded with concern, but there was nothing to be worried about.
“Harder,” I gasped, staring blindly up at him. “Please,” I begged.
His grin shone briefly, and even as it lit me up inside, he gave me what I’d begged for.
This.
Fuck.
This was what I needed.
His cock hit me so deeply that I knew I’d be walking funny tomorrow, but did I care? Nope. I didn’t. I didn’t give a crap. Instead, I gloried in the pleasure that was bubbling away deep inside me. I knew I was close, could feel it, there, in the distance, ready to push me over, over—
“Oh God!” I cried, my back arching, my head falling back into the covers as my entire body strained with the surge of pleasure that overcame me until I was drowning in it, until all that I was became absorbed into that bubble of pleasure.
The only thing that penetrated that bubble?
Liam.
He growled, “Oh, fuck. Ama! Babe, Ama!” Each word was punctuated by a thrust until he stilled and I felt him, deep in my core, his heat, his warmth, the scalding sear of him.
Everything that made me me was rewritten in that moment as I took that final step away from the past and into a future where he was in it, not just as a friend, but at my side.
If that wasn’t enough to make my world brighter, then nothing was.
17
Keys
Having Kenzie on the back of my bike felt weird.
Hell, it felt more than weird. The only woman who’d ever been on here before was Ama, and to be honest, that felt right. Having her body snuggled into me, even when it was a boiling hot summer’s day, made sense to me.
It was like how my heart beat.
My lungs bellowed air in and out.
It just was.
Kenzie’s belly didn’t help. It stuck into my back, making the nine-hour trip even more torturous than it already was. I mean, this was my first run, so I wasn’t accustomed to sitting on my bike for that length of time with very few breaks in between.
I wasn’t bitching as this kind of run wasn’t something a prospect usually got to experience, but because Ama never liked going farther than Jonsson, we never really even crossed the borders of the district, so my ass was aching like a bitch, and my back, with Kenzie’s bump sticking into it? Yeah, I was going to be walking like I had something shoved up my butt for a while—and while I totally didn’t agree with kink shaming, there was no way in fuck that was my kink.
When we made it to the last scheduled stop before we’d be approaching Corpus Christi, the city nearest us, I was relieved as all hell to climb off my bike after steadying Kenzie. She stumbled a little, but Saint was there to support her. I wished I hadn’t seen it, but I saw her flinch at his touch, even if it was supposed to be helpful.
She kind of reminded me of a dog who’d been kicked. I just hoped that she wouldn’t flinch for the rest of her life, even if that cunt Hex had taught her to always be wary around other men.
Would time heal that wound?
I didn’t pray, didn’t really believe in God, but for her sake, I prayed she would overcome this, and knew that I’d do anything in my power to make sure she did.
When Saint backed off after helping her, I cut him a look and dipped my chin in thanks. He grunted and asked, “Want something to eat?”
“I’m fucking starving, man.”
He snorted. “You’re always starving.”
My cell buzzed and I dug it out from my pocket. Seeing a text from Ama, I laughed when I saw it was a photo of her eating a cookie. The little minx had made my favorite kind.
Me: You’d better save me one.
Ama: Maybe. Depends on how long it takes you to get here.
Me: You know we’re not supposed to give out locations/distances.
Ama: *shrugs* Sucks to be you then, doesn’t it?
I grunted, then peered at Kenzie who was waddling behind Saint down the sidewalk.