All Hail - J. Bree Page 0,59

enough that it fits like a second skin and if I weren’t wearing the tights with it there wouldn’t be all that much covering the apex of my thighs.

“He’s not my keeper. I listen to what he says about my safety but he doesn’t ever have a say on what I wear. He knows it and you better know it too.”

His smirk gets wider and his eyes finally land on mine as he grabs my hand and tugs me over to him until I’m straddling his lap. “Why would I complain? I get to see you in this and that’s something I’m not fucking around with.”

It was easier back in the Impala to be this close to him because my mind was so chaotic. Now that I’ve burned some of the energy off, I don’t know what the hell to do. Should I loop my arms around his neck and kiss me until we both forget about the photo and the corpse back in the shipping container and just fuck on the floor of my studio?

Shit.

“Aren’t you supposed to be going back to the docks with Illi? What are you doing back down here?”

He groans and pulls me in close. “I got distracted, I can see your nipples through this thing and fuck if it doesn’t make me hungry for you. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about how your skin might taste or how sweet your pussy must be. I’ve never spent so long obsessing over anything in my life and then I come down here to say goodbye and you’re twirling around like a wet dream. Game over, if you hadn’t stopped when you did, I was probably going to get started without you.”

His hips lift up and grind into me until I can feel every inch of his very interested dick sliding along my pussy through the layers of fabric between us. I choke back a moan, because I’ve messed around with guys before but none of them had shown any interest in eating me out and I’m very interested in trying it out.

Lips doesn’t tell me a thing about her sex life at my own request, because gross, but I’ve heard the screaming that comes out of her bedroom here and the guys’ room back at Hannaford and I want that.

I want to forget I’m supposed to be quiet.

I want to come so hard everyone knows it’s happening.

I want to feel that smug sort of satisfaction that you get when you’re wanted and loved and worshiped by the person you’re with.

I haven’t had that yet. Sure, I came both times I had sex, even when I wasn’t supposed to but there was no afterglow or worship happening. Only fear and jealousy and desperation.

Aodhan groans and pulls me forward more. I assume he’s going to kiss me and make good on his words, spread me out and give me the experience I want, but then his hand moves to fish around in his pocket until he has his phone in his fist.

He answers with a snarl, “I’m busy, I’ll call you back.”

I raise an eyebrow at him when he frowns and huffs down the line, “It can wait… fuck it, I’ll do time… this is worth it… fuck, fine. Fine, I’m on my way. I’d kill the cunt all over again if I could.”

Great.

I’m still not getting what I want or need. I might as well be a fucking pariah at how this is going. I slump down until my forehead is resting on his shoulder, inhaling low and slow, enjoying the smell of my soap on his skin mixing with the aftershave he uses.

Am I going to have to make it happen for myself? Am I going to have to sit him down and explain exactly what I want just to get a chance at it?

Christ.

I don’t have time in my life for that.

“I don’t want to go, Queenie, and if it weren't about your safety I wouldn’t. Just as soon as I find this fucking cunt coming after you, I’ll never leave again.”

I nod and stand up. I can get in some more practice, enough to burn the frustration out of me that I don’t want to admit is entirely sexual. He grabs my wrist and pulls me in to kiss me again, his tongue tangling with mine until that frustration is at an all-time high.

“Leave now, O’Cronin, before the Butcher comes down here and makes you his problem,” I mumble against his lips